A sinister book that forces the reader to relive painful memories by presenting idealized versions of their outcomes.
A dashing Bard, who also happens to be a shared drug experience.
Thoral’s grim brigade is a mercenary unit under curse. They are led by Thoral, a half-undead half-realdead reanimated barbarian who negotiates the brigades affairs in a terse and direct whisper.
A Magic ring, made from the storm shards. It can transform the morality of a person and contain them until the world has forgotten them. In effect it renews a person after their own personal storm.
With the application of kinetic energy, this shard radiates the aura of worry, fear, and doubt that the fiercest storms bring.
Magical gem that scrys storms, and allows the wielder to “walk” them.
The road has never been more than an overgrown mud track, little travelled and little cared for, petered out to nothing more than a flattened earthen line, barely distinguishable from the rest of the landscape. The soil is dark and fecund and dark oaks stand like sentinels at the forest edge, their branches high and leafy. From them hang grizzly human bones, skulls and shiny precious stones. Who put these strange totems there? Are they warnings? Do the PCs dare to take the stones?