A crossbow bolt crafted from the deepest shadows, which infects those struck with a terrible spiritual corruption.

"Though they walk as men and grow as weeds, they are neither; the angry dead, feeding the green with the rage until they walk again, yellowing bones bound by the twining green."

Gnomes, fascinated with magic, tried to find a way to safely access it, and instead wound up addicted in the deadliest way.

A nearly forgotten god of hatred, vengeance, death, and decay, whose priesthood seeks his violent rebirth.

Once an outcast spirit of the cold, now the malevolent lord of a realm of winter unending...

A potion that contains the essence of Courage... In a way.