Darome Rikael. Not a name of fear, but rather one of pity.
A warhammer with liquefying powers.
Forged from the stuff of legends by a great Sacre-Sorcerer. Grants the wielder a variety of different powers throughout the day and night.
The party wakes up in an inn around a table with wine goblets near at hand. They have forgotten all that happened the last day. As they seek to find the truth they come in contact with a man that gives them a job which pays quite nicely.
When they have finished with this rather dubious assignment they are invited to dinner by the the man...