With but a name, these places fill common folk with apprehension and dread
Even the most despicable and evil Tyrant will be convinced they pale in comparison to this monstrosity.
“Swiftly, repent! The Saintmaker is coming!”
An otherwise simple spear, the dread blade of Hatred brings rot and decay to all it strikes, be it armour, body, or soul.
A glowing green stone flowing with the elemental power of evil
A standard book of evil.
A handsome bed set, obviously expensive and likely both old, and imported.
A planet (or city, valley ect) where those who enter witness protection can escape old age and death itself, so they can live for centuries without aging-provided they maintain their cover perfectly. If they are outed by anyone or ever utter their true name, they age the number of years they have not aged since the day they entered witness protection (which might mean that they age centuries in seconds and crumble into dust and bone.)