A man in plate armor approaches, but you see no face, for the chilling mist seeping from every joint in the armor obscures the view.
The volcano robe as it is called houses the elemental power of fire.
The famed Mountain Cleaver is a mighty hammer and is never taken "lightly".
Nieglosh is a heavily enchanted blade that commands the wind and bears the title: Hurricane Strike.
These mighty arcane stones came from humble origins, but there is nothing humble about their power once unleashed
This set of jet-black breastplate is suffused with the power of those long gone.
The party has found the source of the strange creatures roaming the countryside. The rift in this reality glows with a silver hue, rippling with the wind but never moving. They step through and are immediately assaulted with the scent of rotting meat, some have to muster all their strength not to vomit. Strange cries similar to the beasts the party had faced before can be heard in the distance. Looking around, they see they are in a forest of grey and red rather than the normal brown and green. The trees are sticky to the touch and writhe, perhaps to get away or perhaps as a warning.
The deeper the party goes, the more the forest seems to slither and move underfoot. The cries get closer and more numerous. Creatures lurk in the shadows, all the same color of their surroundings. Whatever the party came in here for, they had better do it fast.
The forest of flesh is waking up, and it is so very hungry.