Level 15 - Grand Lord King Master of Wordsmithy
'It was just after nightfall when it came; a horrible, rotten mass of bone and flesh, with a voice that was like a thousand screams braided together. I only survived because I ran - I ran and I've never stopped running, because I know it's after me. Me, and everyone else who was there when the city of Vesta was slaughtered.' -Hans, Former Captain turned nomad
A large, ruby-red pepper, found in dry regions; much prized by alchemists and gourmands alike.
"Oh, yes, I know of him. That half-mad disciple of the Storm, you'd never think he was dangerous to look at him - until he pulls out those twin blades of his and screams in his high voice 'Blood for the Storm God!' - you wouldn't think a pixie could make your blood go cold like that."
-Anatos One-Eye, speaking of Raziel of the Crimson Storm