Thus begins, a war, between kingdom and kingdom, between brother and brother, between generation and generation...

Those who wear this item are usually laughed at and scorned for its appearance at first. It looks odd adorning the head of any warrior as it always seems a little too small and its thin strap that secures it in place seems far to fragile and loose to keep it in place when worn in a melee. However, when the wake of its powers catches up to those who scorn, their attitudes and lives change abruptly. The knowledge about this helm is vague but throughout history, events of a chaotic nature seem to follow in the path of this item, sowing the seeds of disorder and discord. However it is when all four of these set items are found and placed together, does true havoc reign.

Pie Jesu Domine *thwack*, dona eis requiem *thwack*...

‘That’s a nice tunic you’ve got there, I think I’ll take it…’

Marv, the Brigand

These foul-tempered brutes are seldom encountered away from their native jungles, and a good thing that is!

I walk a lonely road
The only one that I have ever known
Don't know where it goes
But it's home to me and I walk alone

Vagrants, vagabonds, gaberlunzies, gypsies, thieves, beggars and more, presenting a list of 30 of the downtrodden and desperate.

"When travelling between the Hanaset towns of Setahal and Timuhal I noted a strong odor of rotting plants emanating from our trusty Hanaset guide Sehetuma. Now, the Hanaset are a festidious people and I was somewhat suprised by this. However, I kept my own consul, seeking not to offend.

"

From the Book, The Southern Reaches - of Savages and Silver, a travel log by Admiral (ret.) Saveth, noted Naturalist.
'One of the most interesting discoveries we made during our visit with the Hanaset was the odd looking, but very useful beast they called the Ralu. '

A gleaming blade of translucent flint, crafted to defend the ancient Hunting People tribe.

Be it salt, wheat, silk or gold, money is money lad.

'Remember Lais and do your job well, perhaps one day you'll be a Princess in a foreign land.'

The Promise of many a brothel keeper.

Dare you approach the great and mighty Modock! KNEEL!

Beware the old woman clutching at the folds of her clothing..

T'would take 30 hounds and a brace of knights to hunt a questing beast...

This is fascinating. Scary, really scary, but fascinating.

They say diamonds are a woman's best friend.

But should she prove unfaithful, they can also be her worst enemy, the instrument of her utter destruction. The whore will pay a heavy price for her infidelity, I swear!

Two Noble Kinsmen, Two Fair Maidens, Two Mischevious Servants, Two Loyal Handmaids, Two Pompous Dukes, a Clown, a Lion, and a bunch of foolish soldiers, all wandering in the forest. Why, it's practically Shakespeare!

This glowing fungus has been known both to save lives, and to ruin them as well.

'Ye've 'eerd th' one 'bout th' king who'll send 3000 gold royals te th' lucky man thet sends 'im a letter back t' test th' Royal Mail, an' ye heerd aboot th' succubus that makes off wi' mens' kitlins after she 'as 'er way wi' em, but ha' ye heerd aboot th' beggar lad that wants a stone from ever' village in th' kingdom?