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The Outpost World of Tydor, shrouded in its cloak of mists and silence. Once people lived here, but no more, and not a clue to where they went.

This small orb, perfectly spherical, a deep, but transparent red, and very reminiscent of a standard marble, but also holds and imp who can also speak to the mind of whoever holds it. It is one of a set.

The wristbands look ordinary. Sure, they may be a couple centuries old, but they weren't iron. They were another, magical metal, and they were strong enough to stop even the biggest sword, if you're fast enough. But they also draw the attention of another, who will hound you to your grave.