Uniques

The nights preceding the full moon are sometimes far more dangerous than the event itself. The frenzy has begun to rise, yet the night is just dark enough to obscure a hunter from their prey's sight.

A nightmarish amalgam of blood, bone and steel, this axe is as horrific, and as deadly, as its creator.

No falsehood could endure the Thousand-Eyed King's reaver nor its countless eyes. Their gaze was bright and terrible, consumed with a world-eating hunger.

This blade favors the unguarded, the unmourned, the straggler.  For it knows that all bonds weaken in time, and that even kings may be found unguarded if patience is infinite.

"I've never seen such ruthless butchery. He deserves to be be shipped off to die in the swamps with the rest of the godless murderers." - Witness to the murder of Sergeant Walcot

When Caldeum's gates closed, Asheara led her Iron Wolves out of the city knowing full well they would never return. Instead they roamed Kehjistan pledging their blades to any who were in need.

"Prepare thoroughly before approaching any warlock. Fill your elixirs, replenish your arrows. Oil and sheath your blades before you depart." -Arts of the Viz-Jaq'taar

"I am a symphony of blades at your disposal. No need to get your hands dirty, I will deal with any blood or body work. So, how much gold do you have?" -Mouse, Assassin for Hire

The venom from these fangs was known to cause severe blisters and burns - forever. The Zann Esu were known to use them to fashion blades, supplementing their own abilities.

"Adiya shrouded herself in shadow and walked amongst men. From her countless mouths poured the song of the abyss. Its sound drowned the mind in fog as she came to feed." -Annals of Hadal

"Stand tall, for on this day we bring the Light of Inarius to a land consumed by darkness!" - Urivar, before the Battle for Scosglen

"The sun looked upon man and judged him unworthy. In wrath, the sins of the faithless were scourged in flame upon their flesh. And the day was made pure again." - Canticle of the Penitent, Verse XV

"Whereas Andariel relishes the anticipation of pain and the fear it creates, Duriel only cares of the existence and propagation of agony." -Book of Adria

"Tremble not before the one who has mastered a thousand incantations. Tremble before the one who has made a single spell his gospel, his body, his breath." -One Who Never Sleeps

The height of the Moon Clan's power brought a beast that instilled dread upon Khanduras. More demon than Khazra, the one dubbed the Stormhorn left charred brands where cities once stood.

"Children and beast do tremble at thunder's roar, but the wise know to fear the silence of lightning." - Okun, of the Zann Esu

Mage halls across Sanctuary boast of their prodigious alumni, trained from an early age. However, one might argue that these talented children would have become powerful Wizards in their own right.

Many adventurers have sailed the Frozen Sea, but most are lost to the depths. Legend has it the first to return spoke of a vast treasure. Alas, he could not carry it alone. Save for one relic.

It grows restless in silence, thrashing against its bindings. Though the body is small, it dreams of carnage unimaginable.

"When the moon turns crimson, it is Baal's eye opening. Show him acts of destruction, and he will reward you with power." -Rites of the Triune

"This weapon is a reminder of the unbridled savagery of our druidic ancestors, the wisdom of which I see more clearly with every day that passes." - Moreg, Druidic Scholar

"Listen, no Skeleton is gonna be my King. Leoric is King. King, so you hear me? Hail to the King!" -Farnham

First in the Swan, the Herald by name. This is the star of morning that shines brightest, which marshals the order of all other celestial bodies.

Lo, its strike is thunder, its sting a dirge. Those smote are unmade, scattered as chaff before the breath of ancients.

"...Tathamet's blackened, smoldering husk spiraled into the lower darkness of reality. From his putrid flesh grew the realms of the Burning Hells." -The Black Book of Lam Esen

"The scrolls describe a river of tar that separated the living from the land of the dead. Any unfortunate soul who tried to cross would be dragged down into oblivion." -Notes of Scholar Kamien

The Eggis was not forged, but laid by a beast most fowl.

Initially an unpopular choice to replace Mendeln as Deathspeaker, Daros quickly proved his worth with the creation of this masterpiece.

"Necromancers uphold the Balance between Light and Dark, life and death. Yet it is only natural, only human, that an individual might tend toward one or the other." -Deckard Cain

Between fire and darkness, I hold the gate.

...And when the enemy pressed too near, his bulwark became a hammer.

"Of the world's first light she was borne - the White Dove, our most radiant Lady. Her visage none may behold, yet all warmed by dawn may call her friend." - Sir Morna, Order of the Dove

"Praise Akarat, His will be done. Lead us to darkness, so our Light may shine and purify." - Zakarum prayer

Sing. And so too will they sing. Rejoice. And so too will they rejoice. Fight. And so too will they fight.

"Without him the wine is less sweet, the hearth less warm, and our blades less keen. Our blood brother is gone, but Bul-Kathos willing, we will meet again one day." - Sorrowsong for Ramaladni

A foul blizzard trapped the clans after the Battle of Nine Winters. Then came a pale stallion born of the peaks, and the storm parted before him. Tsasgal, they named him - chief of all horses.

The ancient runeblade of the angel Izual, Azurewrath was miraculously spared the corruption that consumed its master.

The scroll's words are known to the knight alone. He supplicates to his sworn oath, lest his faith and blade find no purchase.

Griswold created wonders at his anvil. But, none ever stilled his hands - for every new blade bore dissatisfaction. Though his final work was left unfinished, it was hailed as his greatest.

A trapped prey only awaits a swift death. Sisters of the Sightless Eye will grant them this mercy.

Weave a song from the damned. Pluck their sorrows like harp strings, for there is fuel in the tears of the profane.

The third lord of Hashir hungered to see all beneath his rule. A Warlock obliged and bound a demon into steel. The king bore the blade and beheld how his realm was cast down before him.

Fiacla-Géar's druids lived in harmony with nature. The Talons of Ifeh walked a different path. They surrendered their souls to the wilds, becoming more beast than man.

The burn may heal, but the pain is eternal.

"The rhythm of the orb, which had pulsed steadily for five centuries, quickened as its owner took his final ragged breaths. It were as if some intelligence within reveled in the sight." - Master Eos

"Weapons wielded by the fiercest warriors often catch the eye of the Ancient spirits. If the wielder is worthy, the spirits may bless the steel with their strength." -Gerti, Oxen Tribe Forgemaster

"Heat struck my face and I thought the sun had risen early. Each swing of the hammer cleaved through the hordes, and every man shouted, wild with awe: The night ends!" - Survivor, Battle of Westmarch

"I am the voice of vengeance unsated. Brandish me and my enmity shall walk with thine. Thy grief is thy tithe. My dirge, the dread reward."

This bow has been tainted by some strange magic indeed.

"Genai took up her bow and aimed at the sun itself. The light burned her eyes, but her arrow flew true. Wounded, the sun hid, and brought forth the first night." - Fable of the Great Sky-Hunt

"Tell us, Oracle Queen, of our great Amazon Sister, who wandered far from her home into the Heart of Terror." -Ode to the Warmatron

"There have been numerous world-shaping conflicts throughout history. This bow has been found on the battlefield of every one, and always in the hands of the victors." - Barrett's Book of Implements

"Scholars have been unable to decipher the runes carved into this bow, however all agree they are related to its uncanny ability to bend arrows towards their targets." - Barrett's Book of Implements

This crossbow is marred by a hundred battles. Mercy is its stranger. When its quarrel flies, a generation weeps.

The demon prince Ikonoth slew hundreds of the Heavenly Host with this infernal hammer before falling to none other than the Archangel Imperius himself.

The malformed snake creatures that live in the swamps are not content with simply killing their prey. They seem to take a malicious pleasure from inflicting as much suffering as possible before death.

"The Cathedral fled south, leaving sanctums hollow and songs unsung. What was left - stone, silver, and sanctified relics - were claimed and bent to the will of elder root and spirit." - Bryona

"The Cathedral fled south, leaving sanctums hollow and songs unsung. What was left—stone, silver, and sanctified relics—were claimed and bent to the will of elder root and spirit." -Bryona

"The Primes warred, but not for glory. They did so for the joy of mayhem. How many legions of demons died simply to delight the lords of Hell?" -Tal Rasha

Mercy ends where the flock begins.

Each soul it severs returns as an omen of renewal, cradled in bone-white curve.

"My companion swung her odd weapon in a wide arc, and our pursuer stopped short. The look of horror on his face as his body fell to pieces will haunt me forever." -The Ebon Pages, Canto II, Verse XI

One touch and you understand... behind their vacant gaze is a fiendish hunger, patient and unreasoning.

"She has existed in Scosglen since before Fiacla-Géar walked the land. Her purpose is a mystery to us all. However, approach her with deference; she may grant you her counsel."-Airidah, to Donan

"Leaving even blackened bones for your kin to mourn is too good an end for you." - Josiah

"Also known as the Greatstaff of the Old Religion, this powerful relic is one of only a small handful of Skatsimi artifacts that have survived to this day." - Barrett's Book of Implements

"To walk the Path of Zerae, do not seek to control the storm within. Lose yourself to it, let it leave your body and become your shroud. Then you will see yourself as its master." -Queen Xaera

"We've been fighting these flesh-eaters for so long, been soaked in so much blood, that after a while it's difficult to tell what side you're truly on." -Daelyr, Crane Tribe warrior

The parched blade keens, longing to serve its master.

"Thus spake Que-Hegan Sankekur the righteous: when prayer fails man, let the blade be our psalm. May the blood of unbelievers be the ink which we write our faith anew." -Excerpt from Brother Ismail

Hatred begins the first cut. Terror holds the wound. Destruction comes at last, patient and certain, to devour what remains.

"The change that overtook my brother in battle was terrifying. His eyes turned hard like diamonds, and the way he moved... it was like he was dancing to music only he could hear." - Captain Dervin

After the warmaster Raekor freed her people, the Oxen tribe continued to wear their collars and chains to honor those who died in thralldom under the Samauren Empire.

An old mark of office from the town of Staalbreak, in the Dreadlands. The rage of its last owner still emanates from within.

"Tried dying once. Didn't care for it." -Renit the Dark Stalker

"O Crane, what news do you bring from our mountain? Long have I been away, in strange lands. I yearn for home, for the highland snows, Why silent, Crane? Have you no news from Arreat?"

Ever watchful were the Patriarchs, as the Unclean slowly made their way out of the Dreadlands.

As the hateful mob beat on his door, he gripped the pulsing shard tightly and screamed for calm. When he opened his eyes, all that greeted him was silence and the blood-smeared ruins of his cottage.

"Túr Dúlra sat empty and the Cathedral sent forth two units. The full moon was thought to be a fair omen from the Heavens. They soon learned what else drew from its power." - History of Scosglen VI

"His name has been lost to history, but to have been exiled from a land as cursed as Hawezar, his deeds must have been truly depraved." - Scholar's Notes

"The relic was fashioned for the broken-hearted and the battle-mad, for those whose rage has nowhere left to dwell." - Notes from Sister Octavia on the Burnt Knights

Once a sanctum for Rathma's studies, the Temple of the Deathspeaker became a proving grounds for potential leaders of his priesthood. Its halls are filled with the corpses of those who failed.

"The spark of life flows through blood, just as the spark of unlife flows through desiccated bone. There is power in both, if one knows how to use it." -Necromancer Zayl

This talisman was the life's work of Deathspeaker Jurdann. Following his premature demise, Jurdann's successor wore the amulet in tribute as they trialed against the Temple of the Deathspeaker.

"Prey not on innocents, but instill fear in those who would." -Books of Kalan

A token wrought from the siege of Kethamar. May the keep's defenders be anointed and borne aloft on hallow'd flame.

At dawn, she sits in Judgment's stead. The host shall kneel in her radiance.

"Let the great gates of Caldeum be sealed. Let its proud walls stand fiercely defended. The rest of Kehjistan may suffer this plague, but my city, and my people, will not." - Proclamation of Hakan II

The only thing more potent than Esadora's magic was her endless hatred of humanity. As she lay dying, the pale amulet around her neck drank in both.

Winterglass refracts light and also manipulates mana - forming complex arrays of spells and enchantments. These distinct characteristics possess great power, yet the outcomes remain unpredictable.

"Threefold was the sight of Oriax. He stirred the wrath of his lord Baal, and his eyes were torn and cast into the dust. Lo, the viper now crawls blind, writhing in misery." - Librarius Ex Horadrim

The greatest power is often the shortest lived.

Long ago, the Sunbird swallowed the sun whole. In the dark, the Spiritborn Xipil crawled to its nest and tore the sun free from the bird's gullet. Since, its throat was scorched red for its folly.

"Strike once to expose weakness, strike again to exploit it." -Teachings of Ysevete, the First Spiritborn

"Nahantu is everchanging. Nahantu is everlasting. When the Burning Hells become ash and soot, and when the High Heavens come crashing down, Nahantu will remain." -Excerpt from Defiance of Enkasi

"One touch is all it took. She looked into my eyes, and I understood her hunger, endless and painful. I will start with the taverns and find a strong one, with strong blood." -Jios, Sarat's Servant

"In all dealings with Hells' spawn, names are both key and chain. To speak a demon's true name is to invite its presence, and seize some small dominion over it." -Master Horazon

"Therefore, behold, the days come that it shall no more be called thine own body, nor thine own heart, but the heart of Moloch, for each heartbeat shall roar with the flames of Hell..." -Taphya 3:26

"Sleep, my child, shut fast thine eyes, Keep thee still until sunrise. Astrogha's brood will hear thy breath, And lull thee close to dreaming death." -Westmarch lullaby

The warlock stared into the blood-stone until his eyes were scorched with dread knowledge. He felt an infernal current awaken in his veins—a plague of visions, malice, and command over the occult.

"While many Barbarians remained in the Dreadlands, small groups from the Oxen, Crane, and Bear tribes instead chose to search the land for a new home." -A History of the Children of Bul-Kathos

Break their bones beneath your weight, Fell their walls and breach their gate. In his halls we'll boast and sing, And praise our honored mountain king!

Ciódan was known to be a true friend of the Deep Forest. In gratitude, he was protected fiercely by nature itself.

Do not seek comfort in the shapes of the moon, beastwalker. Its pallid light awakens a yawning hunger. Call the beast, but do not tarry. Lest you never return to your own skin.

Once worn by the lost druids who sang the sandy gales to sleep. When their line was broken, the desert rose in mourning, staining the sky blood-red as Kehjistan choked beneath fifty years of dust.

Remorseful devotees of the Cathedral of Light must undertake a grueling pilgrimage, journeying across the frigid glacier known as the Serac Rapture. Only then may their gravest sins be forgiven.

"Considered a failure by their creator, it wasn't until the assassination of an "untouchable" Caldeum noble that these boots' true power was understood." - Barrett's Book of Implements

These greaves are imbued with the divine blessing of Yen, the Veradani goddess of restoration. They bestow the wearer a revitalizing strength that enhances their own.

"The massive door to my family's crypt, which had taken a dozen men to close, was thrown open. Had I known the horrors to come I never would have set foot inside!" -The Ebon Pages, Canto I, Verse VII

"Essence flows endlessly, shifting between vessels. It is through Trag'Oul, keeper of all known and unknown, that we serve as custodians, directing essence to travel new paths." -Mendeln ul-Diomed

"These Priests of Rathma are quite peculiar. Is it possible to dabble in the forbidden yet uphold Balance? Too often, the power of such magic leads to corruption." –The Writings of Abd al-Hazir

"...and though he marched through shadow and storm, his flame never waned. On the thirtieth day, he arrived to spread the word of Akarat's passing." - Scrolls of Yaerius

"My feet do not ache—there is no greater pain than stopping. Into the Abyss I go. I will find her. I will bring her home. Hell cannot keep me from her, but it is welcome to try." - Unknown

"Genai grew proud and fond of boasting of her hunting prowess. She claimed she was fast enough to catch even the spirit Leraye, who cursed her for such an insult." - Fable of Genai's Twenty Trials

The Viz-Jaq'taar descended on the mages indiscriminately and silently as a plague. The wise took flight, whilst the foolish fortified their dwellings as if walls or wards protected from shadow.

"While scholars have proven these boots were not created by Esu herself, it is noteworthy that they have been passed down since the formation of the Mage Clans." - Barrett's Book of Implements

Legend says those who survive the Hall of Mirrors emerge forever changed, able to enchant objects with an innate cold.

"Changing, consuming, becoming: this is the way of all life. I give myself to you, my children, so that you may live." Low of Bo'a, Verse 112-113

"The path remembers the feet that tread it often. It bends its course to those who never stray." - Tarka, the Emissary

"Sky Spirits weave the winds. Thunder is their laughter and auroras their crowns. Those they bless learn to scorn the earth, for from above, it is but a distant memory." - Lintel VII

Step onward, and the living realm shall dim behind thee as the Black Road uncoils, eternal and cold. Even death shall fail to follow thee there.

"As loyal as we may think they might be, they are still demons. And they will take any chance they can to destroy us." -Book of Adria

Harrogath, the final bastion of resistance against Baal's assault on Mt. Arreat was destroyed along with the Worldstone. The survivors never forgave the betrayal that led to the loss of their home.

"What you feel is the Ancients high on the mountain, my son. When they stomp their feet, the earth trembles! But fear not—it's our enemies they mean to warn." -Chieftess Naarah

"Though he was stuck with a dozen arrows, the barbarian charged Rakkis' lines and swept away any who stood before him. The more he bled, the more ferocious were his blows." -The Chronicles of Rakkis

"He was not a victim of the curse. He sought it out. As his muscles grew and body changed from man to beast, his laughter never ceased." – Tale of the Mad Nobleman

When the Days of Ash began, the great druid Nafain reminded his disciples that nothing, not even the loss of their humanity, was too great a sacrifice to protect Túr Dúlra from Astaroth's flames.

"You kept us from harm. Forever will you hold a place of honor. We will always look up to you...brother." -Grey of Clan Skeld

Crafted by the cannibal Armoda, each piece of this interlocking armor has been sharpened into a knife's edge. Even a century after death, the plate remained on her corpse, unable to be removed safely.

"To create such an artifact would require an impossible mastery over alchemy, transmutation and the subtle magics of the soul. By all rights, it should not exist, yet it does." - Artisan Callas

"The Cathedral of Light's earliest attempts at crafting their penitent armor was to infuse the plate with painful blood magic, before such acts were deemed heretical." -Barrett's Book of Implements

"The infamous Necromancer Gaza-Thul's mastery over blood magic was indisputable. Many suspect that upon his death, his skin was used to fashion this eldritch armor." -Barrett's Book of Implements

"There have been tales, though I cannot attest to their veracity, of Necromancers drawing power from their anger, from their belief that the world has shifted far out of Balance." -Deckard Cain

The ensign bears the words: 'Beneath Saint Lalszo the Grey's gentle gaze, the cruel laid down their wrath, and the meek rose as lions. By his grace, no lost soul shall tread alone.'

"Rumor has it he lost them in a game of Skull & Anchor, but the boss is a devil with the dice. I think he wanted to give the poor sod something to keep him warm without wounding his pride." - Elstir

"In fairer times, the Emperor gifted Prince Aidan a gilded shroud. Still a boy, not yet full height, it dwarfed poor Aidan. Briefly, Leoric's growing madness abated from laughter." -Deckard Cain

The power you have is never enough.

The Firstborn sorrow is not forgotten, but sleeps in the sea, and in time wakes again.

The leather feels warm to the touch, as through life clings to it. A divine purpose still trembles in each fold.

This ceremonial armor was once adorned during the He Sutsar Puchē, where sacred blood is drawn by jacinth lancets and offered to flames. It retains the scents of incensed smoke and scorched copper.

"...Our rites are written not with ink, but with blood. Not upon stone, but upon the living flesh..." -Taphya 13:6

"Cut a demon nice and wide,
Something rises from inside,
Eye and fang, bone and sinew,
What was one has become two." 
-Ravings of a mad Vizjerei

"Fear not the limits of your flesh, Spiritborn!  As our ancestors said: wushe nak pa! Transcend your being!" - Maka

"The brutish construction of these gloves belies the strength they bestow. Gohr was clearly no craftsman, but it would be foolish to ignore the triumph of his work." -Barrett's Book of Implements

"When hitting it once doesn't kill it, hit it twice." -Bear Tribe Proverb

Before Baal's hosts blighted Daken-Shar, the outnumbered northmen clad themselves in barbed mail so that even in death, the demons still bled.

"Even as a boy, Qual-Kehk's strength was the stuff of legend. It was said he could split oak trees in two with one throw of his blade." -Feats of Arreat, Vol. IV

"They who live by fang and claw forget the feeling of human feet on soil. Of cold air on bare skin. Man and beast...thoughts, desires...merge together like blood spilled in a stream." -Nafain

"The storm caller returns, day after day, demanding to meet the Tree. He beats his chest and demonstrates his powers, refusing to believe that he will never be chosen." - Excerpt from Gulyas' Diary

"Will you let fear cheat you, or will you risk everything to find understanding? After all, death is simply the coin with which we purchase life." - Zurke

A touch so frigid it stops the heart and chills the very soul.

Crafted from fragments of Duriel's carapace, wearing these gloves, or being struck by them, causes an agonizing sensation akin to pushing one's hands through a thousand shards of glass.

Each touch dulls pain. Enemies feel their vigor unravel as the poison withers their marrow and drinks deep of their strength.

"Can you not hear it? That endless scream from the cold earth beneath your feet!? They are down there, trapped, blind with rage! Waiting to drag us down into the sod!" -Ravings of Madman Gustav

In the blood dancer's grasp, a victim lies, A vessel dried 'neath darkened skies. Their life extinguished, veins burst and drained, In Cruor's embrace, forever enchained.

Legends say that the Hand of Naz was not made, but cursed into being. Woe to the living who unearth it, for the price is the same regardless of form. The cavity where a gem once lay is empty.

"The executioner's hands are imprinted with the essence of every life they have taken. They do not understand this, though. But we who seek Balance do." -Books of Kalan

"There is something akin to desire that I have sensed in the dead. A longing to serve, to be of purpose in their new state of being. Do not deny them that purpose." -Books of Kalan

"There is a point one can reach, a oneness with the Balance, when a single, silent gesture is enough to summon an army of bone to your command." -Necromancer Mehtan

"Kindle your inner flame. With it, we are the dawn that breaks the night." - Paladin Justelle

"She wished only to protect her sister. She journeyed far to Ivgorod. After years of training she returned home, being the only outsider to ever master the six techniques." -Legends of the Iron Rose

Pirates rarely gather under a single Captain, but when they do, they raid from Skovos to Xiansai. The last was known as the Scourge of the Twin Seas, and left a crimson wake for decades.

Dark wisps creep hungrily across these gloves, like an assassin's blade seeking a life to steal on a moonless night.

A relic of Yorin's ill-starred tempering. Regardless of success, Donan proudly displayed them all upon the mantelpiece... in fairer days.

From the stump of the Blood Rose oozes a foul and black ichor—bane to flesh and blood. Blade and hide treated in the toxics are worth the fortunes of kings.

The Philios Games were said to welcome the prideful, the reckless, and the condemned.

After Inarius returned to Sanctuary, he sought a way back to the High Heavens. His first step was to reignite the religion he had abandoned millennia before: the Cathedral of Light.

Driven to surpass Esu, the wizard Naridan's reckless enchantments caused an inferno, devastating the ancient town of Cagrim. Only the gauntlets remained - a solemn warning to all who dare tame fire.

The bandit lay on the floor, as a bolt of lightning arced between his friends. He watched the Sorceress walk away calmly as his friends fell to the floor, one by one.

"We passed through the Fields of Judgement. The cold there...it chills your bones, and freezes your soul. Only I made it to the summit. The rest sit in prayer for eternity." - The Pilgrimage of Agoa

"While known for their proclivity for mischief, the Sidhe, as the Druids call them, are fiercely loyal and will defend all they consider friend..."  - Sarnakyle

"Kin of Bo'a, beloved of Bucrani, Whose path led into the wine-dark pasture. The victor's sword swings for this alone, To lop off all thought and memory–a final mercy." Low of Bo'a, Verse 50-54

T'an seized a spear and drove it thrice into his mad brother Tan. Alas, the craftier of the twin gods wove one last cunning snare. In place of blood, the wound wept venom and consumed all in its wake.

Wreathed in bark and bone, these gauntlets carry the strength of old simian spirits - wardens of root and canopy.

All of Abaddon is unshrouded before you. The denizens of Sheol tremble, for these hands are the touch of those unutterable ruins.

"There are certain thresholds one must not cross. Not because the demonologist will lose their way back, but because they will not return the same as they were before." -Grimoire of Reckoning

Faint screams emanate from the gloves, as if they are imbued with a hundred primal fears.

"For demons whose nature is to destroy, where does it end? If everything around them is brought to ruin, I believe their final act of destruction would be themselves." -Deckard Cain

As he fought with side by side with Raekor to liberate the labor camp, Joritz claimed this dented helm from a fallen foe. As his legend grew, its unique shape became synonymous with his great deeds.

"Ah, Burning Hells. You look like one of Zolmog's inbred bastards." -Varyana

"Listen, child, to the music of the storm. It has its own rhythm. Its own melody. Hear how beautifully it sings, and perhaps one day you will be able to join in its harmony." – Airidah

"You Vizjerei believe your magic is greater than ours, so you come here seeking to become the master of this land? But I am a druid. I am the land!" -Druid Saoirse, at the defeat of Mage Lord Emre

"Roots from the Great Oak growing at the seaward statue of Vasily will, on rare occasions, be found twisted back upon themselves, suffused with ferocious magic." - Barrett's Book of Implements

"Lo, Éirin has departed, she wanders with us no longer. May her peace be everlasting under the branches of Glór-an-Fháidha." -Inscription at Túr Dúlra

'Twas Gathlen, most tender warden of the elder realm, who reigneth o'er grove and glade. Whosoever he favors shall inherit the wilds. Utter his name, and be embraced.

"The Sahptev faithful believe in a thousand and one gods. If it takes me as many lifetimes, I will find and kill them all." - Gaspar Stilbian, Veradani Outcast

"Rathma is endless. He was the first Ancient, and will remain at the end. He is the master of the Great Cycle of Being. When Death comes for him, why should he fear it?" -Vauntus, Acolyte of Rathma

"There is no true death. There is only the movement from one world to another. I stand in both of these worlds." -Necromancer Zayl

Urzael rent asunder his own wings and armor with a fury unbridled. For never would he bow to the doom of mortals, nor endure defeat at their lowly hands.

"Let the righteous spear judge what man cannot. Its point unmasks the heretic, its edge silences their defiance." - Judicator Moseph of the Fourth Inquisition

"He is banished from the Guild, his name stricken from the Book. His punishment is to never have been." - Excerpt from a burned parchment

Beware, for the serpent's spirit lingers. Those who don the Nirmitruq's visage may find their hearts entwined with the viper's wrath.

"The elders say they saw a star falling from the sky many years ago. A sign from the heavens that the end times were nigh. A rallying cry to take up arms and protect Sanctuary!" - Crusader Hamilton

"Ere the age of mage and king, storms raged so dread and fell that men named it the wrath of gods. Its hail smote the earth till mountains were wrought..." -Tome recovered from Kasama

"From the Judgement of Inarius, the Firstborn faced suffering of all kinds. As the land of Atanos sank, the land of Skartara erupted..." -Tome recovered from Kasama

"It was your very flesh that forested me. Clad in gutted majesty, your glory mine- In your body, I witness creation unmade." -Low of Bo'a, Verse 29-32

Only Ebewaka has walked amid a dozen Guardians. In death, they waged war for his spirit, yet none prevailed. Thus, the Guardians shared dominion, granting Ebewaka to roam freely amid all their realms.

During a Trial of Mists, a small spirit noticed an unclaimed boy. In pity, it spared him. "I will follow you always," vowed the boy. He remained true even after Ah Bulan called the spirit home.

"Bind them as a sign on your hand, and the fiend shall be as frontlets between your eyes. Nail yourself to your crucibles, for pain is the road where domination is won." -The Magnus

"The doomed do not fall at once. They linger, falter in purpose, and then unravel. Breath shortens. Will erodes. Fortune abandons them. When death finally comes, 'tis merely overdue." -Warlord Bartuc

"Sin begets sins as men beget men. Terror begets Hate and Hate begets Destruction. Destruction begets Terror as Terror begets Hate..." -Inscription carved inside the helm

"We found eight corpses, arranged around a summoning circle. No wounds or blood. They were frozen in mid-scream. Whatever had appeared in the circle was gone." -Caldeum guard report

"Destruction can be become an addiction, it is said. The first taste of it leaves you wanting more. Something within us craves ruin, yearns for annihilation." -Black Book of Lam Esen

"Rise clansmen and reclaim our trampled honor! Ancients' blood runs through us all! We are storms: earth breaking, maelstrom wielding. The fire of the gods burn still! They are with us!" -Ealda

To chain the kin of Bul-Kathos is to gift them a weapon. 

"The storm's rage is my own, brother. I call, and the skies roar in reply." - Vasily, to Bul-Kathos

"The moors once belonged to the raven-changelings, child. They came with the full moon and read fate through the eyes of the dead. But that time has withered. Their songs are stilled." - Airidah

"The revelation that master tailor Callas was in fact a witch only served to further fuel the desire for her uniquely enchanted legwraps." - Barrett's Book of Implements

“May the Light of Father Inarius shine down upon all weary travelers of this holy land. Turn your face toward his radiance and find your strength renewed.” - Statue Inscription

"The younger apprentices think wearing heavy plate in the swamps is foolish. They fail to understand that our armor is our legacy, and without it we are nothing." - Crusader Pembroke

A naturally occurring curiosity, the blood moon persists as a sign of woe for the most superstitious Zakarum faithful. Children born under it are often considered cursed and cast out, lest it spread.

"Too soon she was taken, yet Rathma let Kessime rest in death, for they both had found peace in the cycle. Upon the hill where she lay, Rathma poured forth his blood and no evil trod thereafter..."

"The tears of Linarian turned bloody over Indira's torn body. Many days, unyielding, he poured his magic into sundered bone and rended sinew. Though the flesh did mend, his beloved did not rise..."

No wasteland may weary the bearer of Arcadia. Beneath their path, the soil remembers its first spring, and blades of war soften into petals.

"Deep in the Labyrinth, I found true darkness. The Hidden became my shadow, their attacks sudden and relentless. But I studied them, and found I too can enter the ether." -Moreina's Journals

"And so, when the sun dipped behind the hills each night, he knew that Ashen Jack would soon be near. Watching, and waiting." - Greenslade's Tales, Chapter 2: "Each Long Night"

"The assassin moved as though in a dance - left, pivot, cut. The guests did not realize they had been split until their screams gurgled through the slits in their necks." - An Account at the Red Feast

The mad artisan saw his fingers turn black from frostbite as he worked the cloth, but refused to stay the needle and thread for even a moment.

"Do not confuse your manipulation of lightning as control. The azure flame is its own master and needs no hand to wield it. You are merely a conduit for its chaos." -Ascribed to the mage Woh

"...In those days, the children of Bucrani were known to many. Great was their sway, and mighty was their squall! How could any realm hold such strong souls?" -Oxridge, Common Histories, fragment II

"To commune with spirits, listen to whispers unseen. Root yourself unto the earth and let its pulse still the mind. Hear the ancient guardians – they rise to aid you." -Ysevete, the First Spiritborn

"Know the dangers of fang and root. One hides in the leaf, the berry, the still water. The other waits in the bite, the stinger, the wound." - Teachings of Balazan, Verse III

In the Sunless Depths, Kabraxis wailed. No vessel could bare the Imprisoned Lord. Creation could not sustain the road he traveled, only madness remained.

"Though unruly, demons are compelled to abide by certain rules. When a pact is forged, whether by force or choice, it must be upheld." -Deckard Cain

"What is more perfect than blood? A single drop can consecrate, empower, or curse. Know this: The most potent form is not blood stolen from others, but given from one's self." -Elias

"The morlu are incredibly resilient. Stories from the Sin War describe them fighting despite heavy wounds." -Book of Adria

"A relic of an old, forgotten religion lost to time and expansion. The staff retains a faint warmth as if still blessed by the dead god it once served." - Ser Paget's notes from the Tiklan excavation

To the silent skies, the hunter Etzlek raised his staff and then smote the numen. "Release her!" came his cries as he desecrated the hallowed ground. On the third strike, the spirit answered...

"Beyond the world disc doth lie the keeper serpent Kepeleke. Ceaseless the serpent grows, and thus must ever consume his own tail, lest the world be overtaken." - Lintel XII

"Anger brings strength but clouds the mind. You must learn to focus your fury, direct it with purpose. Keep our sacred duty at the forefront of your mind, always." - Talic, to Madawc

"The hunger, it starts so small, like a tickle in the back of your mind. You believe the lie that you still have control until you're so far gone you can't even recognize yourself." -Varyana

"By fang, claw, spear, or sword - send the bastards back to the flames from which they crawled! Soak the peat with their blood! For Fiacla-Géar! For Scosglen!" - Nafain, during the Days of Ash

"I saw her climb to the peak of the mountains. She played a song on her talharpa, so sad it made the sky darken and rumble with thunder." -A History of Scosglen, Chapter IV

"Do not speak to nature. Listen to it. Learn from it. That is the only true path of knowledge." -Code of the Scéal Fada

"The runestones in Scosglen are fascinating. Some act as wards, but others are conduits. They tap into the deepest power of the earth itself." -Donan

You do not see your reflection on the ring's polished surface. Instead, you see other forms: creatures of fur and feather, of fang and claw.

"The tales spoke of a one-eyed wolf, a creature so cunning that it outsmarted the greatest trappers in the world. It makes you wonder if it was a wolf at all." -A History of Scosglen, Chapter IX

The ring pulses with primal power, but its design is delicate. Perhaps its main purpose is to remind the wearer that they are still human.

"To speak the tongue of a beast is more than just trading words. It changes how you see the world. It changes how you know fear, strength, and tenacity." -Greenwalker Ciórdan

"When I was born, I breathed in the wind and the storm and they gave me life. When I die, I will breath out, and return that gift to the skies." - Journal excerpt

When Arreat was sundered, the world quaked. The Druid Aglainn journeyed far to chronicle the aftermath. Grief-stricken by the great mountain king's fall, he rent the earth anew.

A singed wedding band, faintly crackling. It evokes an old rhyme where a bride receives a ring from her beloved, causing them to be struck thrice by lightning. Only the bride was unscathed.

"Every tome, every scroll, every book in this temple produces the same answer. The only being willing to stand against the Eternal Conflict, against the Prime Evils, was Lilith." - Elias

Skulking in the shadows of the Realm of Destruction, the Scarred Baron plots the downfall of the mortal who banished him there.

In the first winters, a desperate spirit awoke within the hearts of men. Where famine walked, the spirit strengthened. When men consumed one another, it found its name.

The Unclean burned the Monastery, and all knowledge within. They beheaded the monks, and kept their tongues. All artifacts were lost - save for this.

Ksathra's strike roiled the seas, swallowing the land. The sky raged, unleashing devastating storms. In a moment, their empire gone. Their bond forever broken. Her sister, no more.

"The path ahead is steep. My blessing will guide you. Tread without fear." - Mephisto

The signet of Mendeln ul-Diomed, the founder of the Priests of Rathma and the first Necromancer, was lost for over 3,000 years. The immense power over death held within, however, has not diminished.

"Can one befriend the dead? What loyalty is earned or granted in the act of reanimation? On this subject, there is much I have yet to understand." -Deckard Cain

The mere proximity of a practitioner of such dark arts can rouse the dead and disturb those souls who have earned their rest.

"I have lost, more than I can put into words. Perhaps there are better ways to express loss than words...." -Rathma

"And the moon looked upon the pilgrims and wept a path of light. Through her tears they walked unseen, and night remembered them no more." - Orison XVII: Creed of the Dove

"So is it written: when the Second Trumpet sounds, the wicked shall fall as stars cast down from their firmament." - Canticle of the Judgement, Verse XII

"No darkness may crown the brow that bears this light. Its radiance shall endure beyond the fall of stars." - Litany of Purity, Verse VII

The ring shifts and spins on your finger as the forces within desperately attempt to escape.

"This'll blow your hair back." - Lyndon

"The element of surprise is the starting point. In this moment, be sure to finish it." - Kashya

"Her lover's spirit faded, and in her sorrow she wept frozen tears. Where they fell, roses of the purest ice would blossom each winter." - Greenslade's Tales, Chapter 7: "The Myth of Irina Coldheart"

"Fool said he dug it out of the sands near Lut Gholein with a few other 'worthless trinkets'. I hid my delight at receiving such a treasure in exchange for a meager handful of coins." - Rakhaan

"This gem acts as a conduit for aetheric filaments, enabling the wielder to summon atmospheric discharge at will." - Excerpt from Volatus Arcanum: Of Skybinding and Stormcraft

Pillaged from the charred remains of Lord Bareen. It still feels hot to the touch.

Made from the finger of a silver-haired mage

The inner curve of this band is lined with thorns that tear the skin whenever it is unbound.

"Within this corpse-bound carapace we writhe. Chaotic winds converge to churn your bones. Our beat and breath a ceaseless war to break. The wretched cyclone black beyond the bounds." - Balazan's Dream

A gentle whisper glides upon the winds. The words elude the grasp of mortal ken. They weave through the soul like a melody forgotten, and from this arises a name: Adarja, the First-Breather.

"In Natsalarwaka, no blood shall mar the earth. Even bitter enemies must forgo their blades before entering the haven. Breaking this accord will invoke Wasipotsu's wrath." - Oral Oaxazi Scripture

"At midday thundered the first brother, Nyamoyo, lord of predators. Survival is his blessing, hunting is his prayer. Honor him and prowess shall be your reward." - The Nitī Sē, Verse IV

"At midnight laughed the second brother, Nebahayomo, spirit of cunning. Trickery is his blessing, suffering is his prayer. Honor him and shrewdness shall be your reward." - The Nitī Sē, Verse V

"It glows because it is pleased." -Author Unknown, blood used as inscription

"Azmodan has plied the honeyed lures of sin. Where terror and hatred break the soul, temptation bends the faithful knee for use." -Of Primes and Lesser Evils, Volume I

"The creatures of Hell are craven, wretched things, clawing at scraps like mongrels. Hells' hundred hands do not fight. They clamber forward like cowards in the dark." -Tal Rasha

Upon the seal was graven the Name of the Ophanim. And though they were not demon, their will bent the same.

"The apprentice called for one. Two answered. Then the third crawled out afterward, unfinished, screaming like it had been torn free too early." -Master Azevera

"The fire of that realm is not like the fire of our world. It seems alive. Not mindless, but imbued with purpose. As if it were blood flowing through unknowable veins." -Jere Harash

"There are depths of the Hells, and even deeper still in the Abyss, where the nameless await their appointed hour. They whisper truths forbidden that erode the mind even as they enlighten it." -Elias

One of a pair of twin daggers, forbidden from ever meeting. Nearby corpses shudder in its presence.

One of a pair of twin daggers, forbidden from ever meeting. Bitter voices whisper from the blade.

"Restraint, mercy, honor...these are shackles, forged by the weak and the conquered." -Hephasto, the Armorer

This blade once bore divine purpose wielded by the angel Verathiel. Like its keeper, the sword fell to Infernal depths. Yet beneath this corruption, is a heartbeat of a past memory, holding steadfast.

"Well did she feed her children, and well did her children feed her." -Scosglen folktale

Your incantations are echoed by a chorus of the damned. Wield their torment, their vengeance, their pain against the Hellborne that tortured them.

A single petal of the Mother's own blood, slowly wilting under glass.

Tread carefully on the plains of Hell, for each step sunders the soul and shatters the mind.

Despite the Light's blessings, countless Knights Penitent were hewn apart by the infernal hordes. Remnants of their steel lie scattered through the Hells – dwindling lights in the chaos.

The prince of Hatred, fair as maggots over carrion. He claims no throne, crafts no realms, reigning over only a blackened, bitter heart. Some legends name him banished, while others dread his return.

"I've never seen such ruthless butchery. He deserves to be be shipped off to die in the swamps with the rest of the godless murderers." - Witness to the murder of Sergeant Walcot

"I've never seen such ruthless butchery. He deserves to be be shipped off to die in the swamps with the rest of the godless murderers." - Witness to the murder of Sergeant Walcot

"I've never seen such ruthless butchery. He deserves to be be shipped off to die in the swamps with the rest of the godless murderers." - Witness to the murder of Sergeant Walcot

"I've never seen such ruthless butchery. He deserves to be be shipped off to die in the swamps with the rest of the godless murderers." - Witness to the murder of Sergeant Walcot

"I've never seen such ruthless butchery. He deserves to be be shipped off to die in the swamps with the rest of the godless murderers." - Witness to the murder of Sergeant Walcot

"Tremble not before the one who has mastered a thousand incantations. Tremble before the one who has made a single spell his gospel, his body, his breath." -One Who Never Sleeps

"Tremble not before the one who has mastered a thousand incantations. Tremble before the one who has made a single spell his gospel, his body, his breath." -One Who Never Sleeps

"Tremble not before the one who has mastered a thousand incantations. Tremble before the one who has made a single spell his gospel, his body, his breath." -One Who Never Sleeps

"Tremble not before the one who has mastered a thousand incantations. Tremble before the one who has made a single spell his gospel, his body, his breath." -One Who Never Sleeps

"Tremble not before the one who has mastered a thousand incantations. Tremble before the one who has made a single spell his gospel, his body, his breath." -One Who Never Sleeps

"This weapon is a reminder of the unbridled savagery of our druidic ancestors, the wisdom of which I see more clearly with every day that passes." - Moreg, Druidic Scholar

"This weapon is a reminder of the unbridled savagery of our druidic ancestors, the wisdom of which I see more clearly with every day that passes." - Moreg, Druidic Scholar

"This weapon is a reminder of the unbridled savagery of our druidic ancestors, the wisdom of which I see more clearly with every day that passes." - Moreg, Druidic Scholar

"This weapon is a reminder of the unbridled savagery of our druidic ancestors, the wisdom of which I see more clearly with every day that passes." - Moreg, Druidic Scholar

"This weapon is a reminder of the unbridled savagery of our druidic ancestors, the wisdom of which I see more clearly with every day that passes." - Moreg, Druidic Scholar

"The scrolls describe a river of tar that separated the living from the land of the dead. Any unfortunate soul who tried to cross would be dragged down into oblivion." -Notes of Scholar Kamien

"The scrolls describe a river of tar that separated the living from the land of the dead. Any unfortunate soul who tried to cross would be dragged down into oblivion." -Notes of Scholar Kamien

"The scrolls describe a river of tar that separated the living from the land of the dead. Any unfortunate soul who tried to cross would be dragged down into oblivion." -Notes of Scholar Kamien

"The scrolls describe a river of tar that separated the living from the land of the dead. Any unfortunate soul who tried to cross would be dragged down into oblivion." -Notes of Scholar Kamien

"The scrolls describe a river of tar that separated the living from the land of the dead. Any unfortunate soul who tried to cross would be dragged down into oblivion." -Notes of Scholar Kamien

Initially an unpopular choice to replace Mendeln as Deathspeaker, Daros quickly proved his worth with the creation of this masterpiece.

Initially an unpopular choice to replace Mendeln as Deathspeaker, Daros quickly proved his worth with the creation of this masterpiece.

Initially an unpopular choice to replace Mendeln as Deathspeaker, Daros quickly proved his worth with the creation of this masterpiece.

Initially an unpopular choice to replace Mendeln as Deathspeaker, Daros quickly proved his worth with the creation of this masterpiece.

Initially an unpopular choice to replace Mendeln as Deathspeaker, Daros quickly proved his worth with the creation of this masterpiece.

"Without him the wine is less sweet, the hearth less warm, and our blades less keen. Our blood brother is gone, but Bul-Kathos willing, we will meet again one day." - Sorrowsong for Ramaladni

"Without him the wine is less sweet, the hearth less warm, and our blades less keen. Our blood brother is gone, but Bul-Kathos willing, we will meet again one day." - Sorrowsong for Ramaladni

"Without him the wine is less sweet, the hearth less warm, and our blades less keen. Our blood brother is gone, but Bul-Kathos willing, we will meet again one day." - Sorrowsong for Ramaladni

"Without him the wine is less sweet, the hearth less warm, and our blades less keen. Our blood brother is gone, but Bul-Kathos willing, we will meet again one day." - Sorrowsong for Ramaladni

"Without him the wine is less sweet, the hearth less warm, and our blades less keen. Our blood brother is gone, but Bul-Kathos willing, we will meet again one day." - Sorrowsong for Ramaladni

A foul blizzard trapped the clans after the Battle of Nine Winters. Then came a pale stallion born of the peaks, and the storm parted before him. Tsasgal, they named him - chief of all horses.

A foul blizzard trapped the clans after the Battle of Nine Winters. Then came a pale stallion born of the peaks, and the storm parted before him. Tsasgal, they named him - chief of all horses.

A foul blizzard trapped the clans after the Battle of Nine Winters. Then came a pale stallion born of the peaks, and the storm parted before him. Tsasgal, they named him - chief of all horses.

A foul blizzard trapped the clans after the Battle of Nine Winters. Then came a pale stallion born of the peaks, and the storm parted before him. Tsasgal, they named him - chief of all horses.

A foul blizzard trapped the clans after the Battle of Nine Winters. Then came a pale stallion born of the peaks, and the storm parted before him. Tsasgal, they named him - chief of all horses.

The burn may heal, but the pain is eternal.

The burn may heal, but the pain is eternal.

The burn may heal, but the pain is eternal.

The burn may heal, but the pain is eternal.

The burn may heal, but the pain is eternal.

"Genai took up her bow and aimed at the sun itself. The light burned her eyes, but her arrow flew true. Wounded, the sun hid, and brought forth the first night." - Fable of the Great Sky-Hunt

"Genai took up her bow and aimed at the sun itself. The light burned her eyes, but her arrow flew true. Wounded, the sun hid, and brought forth the first night." - Fable of the Great Sky-Hunt

"Genai took up her bow and aimed at the sun itself. The light burned her eyes, but her arrow flew true. Wounded, the sun hid, and brought forth the first night." - Fable of the Great Sky-Hunt

"Genai took up her bow and aimed at the sun itself. The light burned her eyes, but her arrow flew true. Wounded, the sun hid, and brought forth the first night." - Fable of the Great Sky-Hunt

"Genai took up her bow and aimed at the sun itself. The light burned her eyes, but her arrow flew true. Wounded, the sun hid, and brought forth the first night." - Fable of the Great Sky-Hunt

This crossbow is marred by a hundred battles. Mercy is its stranger. When its quarrel flies, a generation weeps.

This crossbow is marred by a hundred battles. Mercy is its stranger. When its quarrel flies, a generation weeps.

This crossbow is marred by a hundred battles. Mercy is its stranger. When its quarrel flies, a generation weeps.

This crossbow is marred by a hundred battles. Mercy is its stranger. When its quarrel flies, a generation weeps.

This crossbow is marred by a hundred battles. Mercy is its stranger. When its quarrel flies, a generation weeps.

The malformed snake creatures that live in the swamps are not content with simply killing their prey. They seem to take a malicious pleasure from inflicting as much suffering as possible before death.

The malformed snake creatures that live in the swamps are not content with simply killing their prey. They seem to take a malicious pleasure from inflicting as much suffering as possible before death.

The malformed snake creatures that live in the swamps are not content with simply killing their prey. They seem to take a malicious pleasure from inflicting as much suffering as possible before death.

The malformed snake creatures that live in the swamps are not content with simply killing their prey. They seem to take a malicious pleasure from inflicting as much suffering as possible before death.

The malformed snake creatures that live in the swamps are not content with simply killing their prey. They seem to take a malicious pleasure from inflicting as much suffering as possible before death.

"The Cathedral fled south, leaving sanctums hollow and songs unsung. What was left - stone, silver, and sanctified relics - were claimed and bent to the will of elder root and spirit." - Bryona

"The Cathedral fled south, leaving sanctums hollow and songs unsung. What was left - stone, silver, and sanctified relics - were claimed and bent to the will of elder root and spirit." - Bryona

"The Cathedral fled south, leaving sanctums hollow and songs unsung. What was left - stone, silver, and sanctified relics - were claimed and bent to the will of elder root and spirit." - Bryona

"The Cathedral fled south, leaving sanctums hollow and songs unsung. What was left - stone, silver, and sanctified relics - were claimed and bent to the will of elder root and spirit." - Bryona

"The Cathedral fled south, leaving sanctums hollow and songs unsung. What was left - stone, silver, and sanctified relics - were claimed and bent to the will of elder root and spirit." - Bryona

"My companion swung her odd weapon in a wide arc, and our pursuer stopped short. The look of horror on his face as his body fell to pieces will haunt me forever." -The Ebon Pages, Canto II, Verse XI

"My companion swung her odd weapon in a wide arc, and our pursuer stopped short. The look of horror on his face as his body fell to pieces will haunt me forever." -The Ebon Pages, Canto II, Verse XI

"My companion swung her odd weapon in a wide arc, and our pursuer stopped short. The look of horror on his face as his body fell to pieces will haunt me forever." -The Ebon Pages, Canto II, Verse XI

"My companion swung her odd weapon in a wide arc, and our pursuer stopped short. The look of horror on his face as his body fell to pieces will haunt me forever." -The Ebon Pages, Canto II, Verse XI

"My companion swung her odd weapon in a wide arc, and our pursuer stopped short. The look of horror on his face as his body fell to pieces will haunt me forever." -The Ebon Pages, Canto II, Verse XI

"She has existed in Scosglen since before Fiacla-Géar walked the land. Her purpose is a mystery to us all. However, approach her with deference; she may grant you her counsel." - Airidah, to Donan

"She has existed in Scosglen since before Fiacla-Géar walked the land. Her purpose is a mystery to us all. However, approach her with deference; she may grant you her counsel." - Airidah, to Donan

"She has existed in Scosglen since before Fiacla-Géar walked the land. Her purpose is a mystery to us all. However, approach her with deference; she may grant you her counsel." - Airidah, to Donan

"She has existed in Scosglen since before Fiacla-Géar walked the land. Her purpose is a mystery to us all. However, approach her with deference; she may grant you her counsel." - Airidah, to Donan

"She has existed in Scosglen since before Fiacla-Géar walked the land. Her purpose is a mystery to us all. However, approach her with deference; she may grant you her counsel." - Airidah, to Donan

"Leaving even blackened bones for your kin to mourn is too good an end for you." - Josiah

"Leaving even blackened bones for your kin to mourn is too good an end for you." - Josiah

"Leaving even blackened bones for your kin to mourn is too good an end for you." - Josiah

"Leaving even blackened bones for your kin to mourn is too good an end for you." - Josiah

"Leaving even blackened bones for your kin to mourn is too good an end for you." - Josiah

"Also known as the Greatstaff of the Old Religion, this powerful relic is one of only a small handful of Skatsimi artifacts that have survived to this day." - Barrett's Book of Implements

"Also known as the Greatstaff of the Old Religion, this powerful relic is one of only a small handful of Skatsimi artifacts that have survived to this day." - Barrett's Book of Implements

"Also known as the Greatstaff of the Old Religion, this powerful relic is one of only a small handful of Skatsimi artifacts that have survived to this day." - Barrett's Book of Implements

"Also known as the Greatstaff of the Old Religion, this powerful relic is one of only a small handful of Skatsimi artifacts that have survived to this day." - Barrett's Book of Implements

"Also known as the Greatstaff of the Old Religion, this powerful relic is one of only a small handful of Skatsimi artifacts that have survived to this day." - Barrett's Book of Implements

"The change that overtook my brother in battle was terrifying. His eyes turned hard like diamonds, and the way he moved... it was like he was dancing to music only he could hear." - Captain Dervin

"The change that overtook my brother in battle was terrifying. His eyes turned hard like diamonds, and the way he moved... it was like he was dancing to music only he could hear." - Captain Dervin

"The change that overtook my brother in battle was terrifying. His eyes turned hard like diamonds, and the way he moved... it was like he was dancing to music only he could hear." - Captain Dervin

"The change that overtook my brother in battle was terrifying. His eyes turned hard like diamonds, and the way he moved... it was like he was dancing to music only he could hear." - Captain Dervin

"The change that overtook my brother in battle was terrifying. His eyes turned hard like diamonds, and the way he moved... it was like he was dancing to music only he could hear." - Captain Dervin

After the warmaster Raekor freed her people, the Oxen tribe continued to wear their collars and chains to honor those who died in thralldom under the Samauren Empire.

After the warmaster Raekor freed her people, the Oxen tribe continued to wear their collars and chains to honor those who died in thralldom under the Samauren Empire.

After the warmaster Raekor freed her people, the Oxen tribe continued to wear their collars and chains to honor those who died in thralldom under the Samauren Empire.

After the warmaster Raekor freed her people, the Oxen tribe continued to wear their collars and chains to honor those who died in thralldom under the Samauren Empire.

After the warmaster Raekor freed her people, the Oxen tribe continued to wear their collars and chains to honor those who died in thralldom under the Samauren Empire.

As the hateful mob beat on his door, he gripped the pulsing shard tightly and screamed for calm. When he opened his eyes, all that greeted him was silence and the blood-smeared ruins of his cottage.

As the hateful mob beat on his door, he gripped the pulsing shard tightly and screamed for calm. When he opened his eyes, all that greeted him was silence and the blood-smeared ruins of his cottage.

As the hateful mob beat on his door, he gripped the pulsing shard tightly and screamed for calm. When he opened his eyes, all that greeted him was silence and the blood-smeared ruins of his cottage.

As the hateful mob beat on his door, he gripped the pulsing shard tightly and screamed for calm. When he opened his eyes, all that greeted him was silence and the blood-smeared ruins of his cottage.

As the hateful mob beat on his door, he gripped the pulsing shard tightly and screamed for calm. When he opened his eyes, all that greeted him was silence and the blood-smeared ruins of his cottage.

"Túr Dúlra sat empty and the Cathedral sent forth two units. The full moon was thought to be a fair omen from the Heavens. They soon learned what else drew from its power." - History of Scosglen VI

"Túr Dúlra sat empty and the Cathedral sent forth two units. The full moon was thought to be a fair omen from the Heavens. They soon learned what else drew from its power." - History of Scosglen VI

"Túr Dúlra sat empty and the Cathedral sent forth two units. The full moon was thought to be a fair omen from the Heavens. They soon learned what else drew from its power." - History of Scosglen VI

"Túr Dúlra sat empty and the Cathedral sent forth two units. The full moon was thought to be a fair omen from the Heavens. They soon learned what else drew from its power." - History of Scosglen VI

"Túr Dúlra sat empty and the Cathedral sent forth two units. The full moon was thought to be a fair omen from the Heavens. They soon learned what else drew from its power." - History of Scosglen VI

"His name has been lost to history, but to have been exiled from a land as cursed as Hawezar, his deeds must have been truly depraved." - Scholar's Notes

"His name has been lost to history, but to have been exiled from a land as cursed as Hawezar, his deeds must have been truly depraved." - Scholar's Notes

"His name has been lost to history, but to have been exiled from a land as cursed as Hawezar, his deeds must have been truly depraved." - Scholar's Notes

"His name has been lost to history, but to have been exiled from a land as cursed as Hawezar, his deeds must have been truly depraved." - Scholar's Notes

"His name has been lost to history, but to have been exiled from a land as cursed as Hawezar, his deeds must have been truly depraved." - Scholar's Notes

Once a sanctum for Rathma's studies, the Temple of the Deathspeaker became a proving grounds for potential leaders of his priesthood. Its halls are filled with the corpses of those who failed.

Once a sanctum for Rathma's studies, the Temple of the Deathspeaker became a proving grounds for potential leaders of his priesthood. Its halls are filled with the corpses of those who failed.

Once a sanctum for Rathma's studies, the Temple of the Deathspeaker became a proving grounds for potential leaders of his priesthood. Its halls are filled with the corpses of those who failed.

Once a sanctum for Rathma's studies, the Temple of the Deathspeaker became a proving grounds for potential leaders of his priesthood. Its halls are filled with the corpses of those who failed.

Once a sanctum for Rathma's studies, the Temple of the Deathspeaker became a proving grounds for potential leaders of his priesthood. Its halls are filled with the corpses of those who failed.

This talisman was the life's work of Deathspeaker Jurdann. Following his premature demise, Jurdann's successor wore the amulet in tribute as they trialed against the Temple of the Deathspeaker.

This talisman was the life's work of Deathspeaker Jurdann. Following his premature demise, Jurdann's successor wore the amulet in tribute as they trialed against the Temple of the Deathspeaker.

This talisman was the life's work of Deathspeaker Jurdann. Following his premature demise, Jurdann's successor wore the amulet in tribute as they trialed against the Temple of the Deathspeaker.

This talisman was the life's work of Deathspeaker Jurdann. Following his premature demise, Jurdann's successor wore the amulet in tribute as they trialed against the Temple of the Deathspeaker.

This talisman was the life's work of Deathspeaker Jurdann. Following his premature demise, Jurdann's successor wore the amulet in tribute as they trialed against the Temple of the Deathspeaker.

"Let the great gates of Caldeum be sealed. Let its proud walls stand fiercely defended. The rest of Kehjistan may suffer this plague, but my city, and my people, will not." - Proclamation of Hakan II

"Let the great gates of Caldeum be sealed. Let its proud walls stand fiercely defended. The rest of Kehjistan may suffer this plague, but my city, and my people, will not." - Proclamation of Hakan II

"Let the great gates of Caldeum be sealed. Let its proud walls stand fiercely defended. The rest of Kehjistan may suffer this plague, but my city, and my people, will not." - Proclamation of Hakan II

"Let the great gates of Caldeum be sealed. Let its proud walls stand fiercely defended. The rest of Kehjistan may suffer this plague, but my city, and my people, will not." - Proclamation of Hakan II

"Let the great gates of Caldeum be sealed. Let its proud walls stand fiercely defended. The rest of Kehjistan may suffer this plague, but my city, and my people, will not." - Proclamation of Hakan II

The only thing more potent than Esadora's magic was her endless hatred of humanity. As she lay dying, the pale amulet around her neck drank in both.

The only thing more potent than Esadora's magic was her endless hatred of humanity. As she lay dying, the pale amulet around her neck drank in both.

The only thing more potent than Esadora's magic was her endless hatred of humanity. As she lay dying, the pale amulet around her neck drank in both.

The only thing more potent than Esadora's magic was her endless hatred of humanity. As she lay dying, the pale amulet around her neck drank in both.

The only thing more potent than Esadora's magic was her endless hatred of humanity. As she lay dying, the pale amulet around her neck drank in both.

The only thing more potent than Esadora's magic was her endless hatred of humanity. As she lay dying, the pale amulet around her neck drank in both.

The only thing more potent than Esadora's magic was her endless hatred of humanity. As she lay dying, the pale amulet around her neck drank in both.

The only thing more potent than Esadora's magic was her endless hatred of humanity. As she lay dying, the pale amulet around her neck drank in both.

The only thing more potent than Esadora's magic was her endless hatred of humanity. As she lay dying, the pale amulet around her neck drank in both.

The only thing more potent than Esadora's magic was her endless hatred of humanity. As she lay dying, the pale amulet around her neck drank in both.

Winterglass refracts light and also manipulates mana - forming complex arrays of spells and enchantments. These distinct characteristics possess great power, yet the outcomes remain unpredictable.

Winterglass refracts light and also manipulates mana - forming complex arrays of spells and enchantments. These distinct characteristics possess great power, yet the outcomes remain unpredictable.

Winterglass refracts light and also manipulates mana - forming complex arrays of spells and enchantments. These distinct characteristics possess great power, yet the outcomes remain unpredictable.

Winterglass refracts light and also manipulates mana - forming complex arrays of spells and enchantments. These distinct characteristics possess great power, yet the outcomes remain unpredictable.

Winterglass refracts light and also manipulates mana - forming complex arrays of spells and enchantments. These distinct characteristics possess great power, yet the outcomes remain unpredictable.

"Threefold was the sight of Oriax. He stirred the wrath of his lord Baal, and his eyes were torn and cast into the dust. Lo, the viper now crawls blind, writhing in misery." - Librarius Ex Horadrim

"Threefold was the sight of Oriax. He stirred the wrath of his lord Baal, and his eyes were torn and cast into the dust. Lo, the viper now crawls blind, writhing in misery." - Librarius Ex Horadrim

"Threefold was the sight of Oriax. He stirred the wrath of his lord Baal, and his eyes were torn and cast into the dust. Lo, the viper now crawls blind, writhing in misery." - Librarius Ex Horadrim

"Threefold was the sight of Oriax. He stirred the wrath of his lord Baal, and his eyes were torn and cast into the dust. Lo, the viper now crawls blind, writhing in misery." - Librarius Ex Horadrim

"Threefold was the sight of Oriax. He stirred the wrath of his lord Baal, and his eyes were torn and cast into the dust. Lo, the viper now crawls blind, writhing in misery." - Librarius Ex Horadrim

Long ago, the Sunbird swallowed the sun whole. In the dark, the Spiritborn Xipil crawled to its nest and tore the sun free from the bird's gullet. Since, its throat was scorched red for its folly.

Long ago, the Sunbird swallowed the sun whole. In the dark, the Spiritborn Xipil crawled to its nest and tore the sun free from the bird's gullet. Since, its throat was scorched red for its folly.

Long ago, the Sunbird swallowed the sun whole. In the dark, the Spiritborn Xipil crawled to its nest and tore the sun free from the bird's gullet. Since, its throat was scorched red for its folly.

Long ago, the Sunbird swallowed the sun whole. In the dark, the Spiritborn Xipil crawled to its nest and tore the sun free from the bird's gullet. Since, its throat was scorched red for its folly.

Long ago, the Sunbird swallowed the sun whole. In the dark, the Spiritborn Xipil crawled to its nest and tore the sun free from the bird's gullet. Since, its throat was scorched red for its folly.

Break their bones beneath your weight, Fell their walls and breach their gate. In his halls we'll boast and sing, And praise our honored mountain king!

Break their bones beneath your weight, Fell their walls and breach their gate. In his halls we'll boast and sing, And praise our honored mountain king!

Break their bones beneath your weight, Fell their walls and breach their gate. In his halls we'll boast and sing, And praise our honored mountain king!

Break their bones beneath your weight, Fell their walls and breach their gate. In his halls we'll boast and sing, And praise our honored mountain king!

"Considered a failure by their creator, it wasn't until the assassination of an "untouchable" Caldeum noble that these boots' true power was understood." - Barrett's Book of Implements

"Considered a failure by their creator, it wasn't until the assassination of an "untouchable" Caldeum noble that these boots' true power was understood." - Barrett's Book of Implements

"Considered a failure by their creator, it wasn't until the assassination of an "untouchable" Caldeum noble that these boots' true power was understood." - Barrett's Book of Implements

"Considered a failure by their creator, it wasn't until the assassination of an "untouchable" Caldeum noble that these boots' true power was understood." - Barrett's Book of Implements

"Genai grew proud and fond of boasting of her hunting prowess. She claimed she was fast enough to catch even the spirit Leraye, who cursed her for such an insult." - Fable of Genai's Twenty Trials

"Genai grew proud and fond of boasting of her hunting prowess. She claimed she was fast enough to catch even the spirit Leraye, who cursed her for such an insult." - Fable of Genai's Twenty Trials

"Genai grew proud and fond of boasting of her hunting prowess. She claimed she was fast enough to catch even the spirit Leraye, who cursed her for such an insult." - Fable of Genai's Twenty Trials

"Genai grew proud and fond of boasting of her hunting prowess. She claimed she was fast enough to catch even the spirit Leraye, who cursed her for such an insult." - Fable of Genai's Twenty Trials

"While scholars have proven these boots were not created by Esu herself, it is noteworthy that they have been passed down since the formation of the Mage Clans." - Barrett's Book of Implements

"While scholars have proven these boots were not created by Esu herself, it is noteworthy that they have been passed down since the formation of the Mage Clans." - Barrett's Book of Implements

"While scholars have proven these boots were not created by Esu herself, it is noteworthy that they have been passed down since the formation of the Mage Clans." - Barrett's Book of Implements

"While scholars have proven these boots were not created by Esu herself, it is noteworthy that they have been passed down since the formation of the Mage Clans." - Barrett's Book of Implements

Harrogath, the final bastion of resistance against Baal's assault on Mt. Arreat was destroyed along with the Worldstone. The survivors never forgave the betrayal that led to the loss of their home.

Harrogath, the final bastion of resistance against Baal's assault on Mt. Arreat was destroyed along with the Worldstone. The survivors never forgave the betrayal that led to the loss of their home.

Harrogath, the final bastion of resistance against Baal's assault on Mt. Arreat was destroyed along with the Worldstone. The survivors never forgave the betrayal that led to the loss of their home.

Harrogath, the final bastion of resistance against Baal's assault on Mt. Arreat was destroyed along with the Worldstone. The survivors never forgave the betrayal that led to the loss of their home.

"What you feel is the Ancients high on the mountain, my son. When they stomp their feet, the earth trembles! But fear not—it's our enemies they mean to warn." – Chieftess Naarah

"What you feel is the Ancients high on the mountain, my son. When they stomp their feet, the earth trembles! But fear not—it's our enemies they mean to warn." – Chieftess Naarah

"What you feel is the Ancients high on the mountain, my son. When they stomp their feet, the earth trembles! But fear not—it's our enemies they mean to warn." – Chieftess Naarah

"What you feel is the Ancients high on the mountain, my son. When they stomp their feet, the earth trembles! But fear not—it's our enemies they mean to warn." – Chieftess Naarah

"The Cathedral of Light's earliest attempts at crafting their penitent armor was to infuse the plate with painful blood magic, before such acts were deemed heretical." - Barrett's Book of Implements

"The Cathedral of Light's earliest attempts at crafting their penitent armor was to infuse the plate with painful blood magic, before such acts were deemed heretical." - Barrett's Book of Implements

"The Cathedral of Light's earliest attempts at crafting their penitent armor was to infuse the plate with painful blood magic, before such acts were deemed heretical." - Barrett's Book of Implements

"The Cathedral of Light's earliest attempts at crafting their penitent armor was to infuse the plate with painful blood magic, before such acts were deemed heretical." - Barrett's Book of Implements

"Rumor has it he lost them in a game of Skull & Anchor, but the boss is a devil with the dice. I think he wanted to give the poor sod something to keep him warm without wounding his pride." - Elstir

"Rumor has it he lost them in a game of Skull & Anchor, but the boss is a devil with the dice. I think he wanted to give the poor sod something to keep him warm without wounding his pride." - Elstir

"Rumor has it he lost them in a game of Skull & Anchor, but the boss is a devil with the dice. I think he wanted to give the poor sod something to keep him warm without wounding his pride." - Elstir

"Rumor has it he lost them in a game of Skull & Anchor, but the boss is a devil with the dice. I think he wanted to give the poor sod something to keep him warm without wounding his pride." - Elstir

"In fairer times, the Emperor gifted Prince Aidan a gilded shroud. Still a boy, not yet full height, it dwarfed poor Aidan. Briefly, Leoric's growing madness abated from laughter." -Deckard Cain

"In fairer times, the Emperor gifted Prince Aidan a gilded shroud. Still a boy, not yet full height, it dwarfed poor Aidan. Briefly, Leoric's growing madness abated from laughter." -Deckard Cain

"In fairer times, the Emperor gifted Prince Aidan a gilded shroud. Still a boy, not yet full height, it dwarfed poor Aidan. Briefly, Leoric's growing madness abated from laughter." -Deckard Cain

"In fairer times, the Emperor gifted Prince Aidan a gilded shroud. Still a boy, not yet full height, it dwarfed poor Aidan. Briefly, Leoric's growing madness abated from laughter." -Deckard Cain

The power you have is never enough.

The power you have is never enough.

The power you have is never enough.

The power you have is never enough.

This ceremonial armor was once adorned during the He Sutsar Puchē, where sacred blood is drawn by jacinth lancets and offered to flames. It retains the scents of incensed smoke and scorched copper.

This ceremonial armor was once adorned during the He Sutsar Puchē, where sacred blood is drawn by jacinth lancets and offered to flames. It retains the scents of incensed smoke and scorched copper.

This ceremonial armor was once adorned during the He Sutsar Puchē, where sacred blood is drawn by jacinth lancets and offered to flames. It retains the scents of incensed smoke and scorched copper.

This ceremonial armor was once adorned during the He Sutsar Puchē, where sacred blood is drawn by jacinth lancets and offered to flames. It retains the scents of incensed smoke and scorched copper.

"Fear not the limits of your flesh, Spiritborn!  As our ancestors said: wushe nak pa! Transcend your being!" - Maka

"Fear not the limits of your flesh, Spiritborn!  As our ancestors said: wushe nak pa! Transcend your being!" - Maka

"Fear not the limits of your flesh, Spiritborn!  As our ancestors said: wushe nak pa! Transcend your being!" - Maka

"Fear not the limits of your flesh, Spiritborn!  As our ancestors said: wushe nak pa! Transcend your being!" - Maka

"Fear not the limits of your flesh, Spiritborn!  As our ancestors said: wushe nak pa! Transcend your being!" - Maka

"The brutish construction of these gloves belies the strength they bestow. Gohr was clearly no craftsman, but it would be foolish to ignore the triumph of his work." - Barrett's Book of Implements

"The brutish construction of these gloves belies the strength they bestow. Gohr was clearly no craftsman, but it would be foolish to ignore the triumph of his work." - Barrett's Book of Implements

"The brutish construction of these gloves belies the strength they bestow. Gohr was clearly no craftsman, but it would be foolish to ignore the triumph of his work." - Barrett's Book of Implements

"The brutish construction of these gloves belies the strength they bestow. Gohr was clearly no craftsman, but it would be foolish to ignore the triumph of his work." - Barrett's Book of Implements

"Will you let fear cheat you, or will you risk everything to find understanding? After all, death is simply the coin with which we purchase life." - Zurke

"Will you let fear cheat you, or will you risk everything to find understanding? After all, death is simply the coin with which we purchase life." - Zurke

"Will you let fear cheat you, or will you risk everything to find understanding? After all, death is simply the coin with which we purchase life." - Zurke

"Will you let fear cheat you, or will you risk everything to find understanding? After all, death is simply the coin with which we purchase life." - Zurke

Crafted from fragments of Duriel's carapace, wearing these gloves, or being struck by them, causes an agonizing sensation akin to pushing one's hands through a thousand shards of glass.

Crafted from fragments of Duriel's carapace, wearing these gloves, or being struck by them, causes an agonizing sensation akin to pushing one's hands through a thousand shards of glass.

Crafted from fragments of Duriel's carapace, wearing these gloves, or being struck by them, causes an agonizing sensation akin to pushing one's hands through a thousand shards of glass.

Crafted from fragments of Duriel's carapace, wearing these gloves, or being struck by them, causes an agonizing sensation akin to pushing one's hands through a thousand shards of glass.

Legends say that the Hand of Naz was not made, but cursed into being. Woe to the living who unearth it, for the price is the same regardless of form. The cavity where a gem once lay is empty.

Legends say that the Hand of Naz was not made, but cursed into being. Woe to the living who unearth it, for the price is the same regardless of form. The cavity where a gem once lay is empty.

Legends say that the Hand of Naz was not made, but cursed into being. Woe to the living who unearth it, for the price is the same regardless of form. The cavity where a gem once lay is empty.

Legends say that the Hand of Naz was not made, but cursed into being. Woe to the living who unearth it, for the price is the same regardless of form. The cavity where a gem once lay is empty.

Dark wisps creep hungrily across these gloves, like an assassin's blade seeking a life to steal on a moonless night.

Dark wisps creep hungrily across these gloves, like an assassin's blade seeking a life to steal on a moonless night.

Dark wisps creep hungrily across these gloves, like an assassin's blade seeking a life to steal on a moonless night.

Dark wisps creep hungrily across these gloves, like an assassin's blade seeking a life to steal on a moonless night.

Wreathed in bark and bone, these gauntlets carry the strength of old simian spirits - wardens of root and canopy.

Wreathed in bark and bone, these gauntlets carry the strength of old simian spirits - wardens of root and canopy.

Wreathed in bark and bone, these gauntlets carry the strength of old simian spirits - wardens of root and canopy.

Wreathed in bark and bone, these gauntlets carry the strength of old simian spirits - wardens of root and canopy.

Wreathed in bark and bone, these gauntlets carry the strength of old simian spirits - wardens of root and canopy.

As he fought with side by side with Raekor to liberate the labor camp, Joritz claimed this dented helm from a fallen foe. As his legend grew, its unique shape became synonymous with his great deeds.

As he fought with side by side with Raekor to liberate the labor camp, Joritz claimed this dented helm from a fallen foe. As his legend grew, its unique shape became synonymous with his great deeds.

As he fought with side by side with Raekor to liberate the labor camp, Joritz claimed this dented helm from a fallen foe. As his legend grew, its unique shape became synonymous with his great deeds.

As he fought with side by side with Raekor to liberate the labor camp, Joritz claimed this dented helm from a fallen foe. As his legend grew, its unique shape became synonymous with his great deeds.

"Ah, Burning Hells. You look like one of Zolmog's inbred bastards." - Varyana

"Ah, Burning Hells. You look like one of Zolmog's inbred bastards." - Varyana

"Ah, Burning Hells. You look like one of Zolmog's inbred bastards." - Varyana

"Ah, Burning Hells. You look like one of Zolmog's inbred bastards." - Varyana

"Listen, child, to the music of the storm. It has its own rhythm. Its own melody. Hear how beautifully it sings, and perhaps one day you will be able to join in its harmony." – Airidah

"Listen, child, to the music of the storm. It has its own rhythm. Its own melody. Hear how beautifully it sings, and perhaps one day you will be able to join in its harmony." – Airidah

"Listen, child, to the music of the storm. It has its own rhythm. Its own melody. Hear how beautifully it sings, and perhaps one day you will be able to join in its harmony." – Airidah

"Listen, child, to the music of the storm. It has its own rhythm. Its own melody. Hear how beautifully it sings, and perhaps one day you will be able to join in its harmony." – Airidah

"Roots from the Great Oak growing at the seaward statue of Vasily will, on rare occasions, be found twisted back upon themselves, suffused with ferocious magic." - Barrett's Book of Implements

"Roots from the Great Oak growing at the seaward statue of Vasily will, on rare occasions, be found twisted back upon themselves, suffused with ferocious magic." - Barrett's Book of Implements

"Roots from the Great Oak growing at the seaward statue of Vasily will, on rare occasions, be found twisted back upon themselves, suffused with ferocious magic." - Barrett's Book of Implements

"Roots from the Great Oak growing at the seaward statue of Vasily will, on rare occasions, be found twisted back upon themselves, suffused with ferocious magic." - Barrett's Book of Implements

"The Sahptev faithful believe in a thousand and one gods. If it takes me as many lifetimes, I will find and kill them all." - Gaspar Stilbian, Veradani Outcast

"The Sahptev faithful believe in a thousand and one gods. If it takes me as many lifetimes, I will find and kill them all." - Gaspar Stilbian, Veradani Outcast

"The Sahptev faithful believe in a thousand and one gods. If it takes me as many lifetimes, I will find and kill them all." - Gaspar Stilbian, Veradani Outcast

"The Sahptev faithful believe in a thousand and one gods. If it takes me as many lifetimes, I will find and kill them all." - Gaspar Stilbian, Veradani Outcast

"Rathma is endless. He was the first Ancient, and will remain at the end. He is the master of the Great Cycle of Being. When Death comes for him, why should he fear it?" - Vauntus, Acolyte of Rathma

"Rathma is endless. He was the first Ancient, and will remain at the end. He is the master of the Great Cycle of Being. When Death comes for him, why should he fear it?" - Vauntus, Acolyte of Rathma

"Rathma is endless. He was the first Ancient, and will remain at the end. He is the master of the Great Cycle of Being. When Death comes for him, why should he fear it?" - Vauntus, Acolyte of Rathma

"Rathma is endless. He was the first Ancient, and will remain at the end. He is the master of the Great Cycle of Being. When Death comes for him, why should he fear it?" - Vauntus, Acolyte of Rathma

Urzael rent asunder his own wings and armor with a fury unbridled. For never would he bow to the doom of mortals, nor endure defeat at their lowly hands.

Urzael rent asunder his own wings and armor with a fury unbridled. For never would he bow to the doom of mortals, nor endure defeat at their lowly hands.

Urzael rent asunder his own wings and armor with a fury unbridled. For never would he bow to the doom of mortals, nor endure defeat at their lowly hands.

Urzael rent asunder his own wings and armor with a fury unbridled. For never would he bow to the doom of mortals, nor endure defeat at their lowly hands.

"He is banished from the Guild, his name stricken from the Book. His punishment is to never have been." - Excerpt from a burned parchment

"He is banished from the Guild, his name stricken from the Book. His punishment is to never have been." - Excerpt from a burned parchment

"He is banished from the Guild, his name stricken from the Book. His punishment is to never have been." - Excerpt from a burned parchment

"He is banished from the Guild, his name stricken from the Book. His punishment is to never have been." - Excerpt from a burned parchment

Beware, for the serpent's spirit lingers. Those who don the Nirmitruq's visage may find their hearts entwined with the viper's wrath.

Beware, for the serpent's spirit lingers. Those who don the Nirmitruq's visage may find their hearts entwined with the viper's wrath.

Beware, for the serpent's spirit lingers. Those who don the Nirmitruq's visage may find their hearts entwined with the viper's wrath.

Beware, for the serpent's spirit lingers. Those who don the Nirmitruq's visage may find their hearts entwined with the viper's wrath.

"The elders say they saw a star falling from the sky many years ago. A sign from the heavens that the end times were nigh. A rallying cry to take up arms and protect Sanctuary!" - Crusader Hamilton

"The elders say they saw a star falling from the sky many years ago. A sign from the heavens that the end times were nigh. A rallying cry to take up arms and protect Sanctuary!" - Crusader Hamilton

"The elders say they saw a star falling from the sky many years ago. A sign from the heavens that the end times were nigh. A rallying cry to take up arms and protect Sanctuary!" - Crusader Hamilton

"The elders say they saw a star falling from the sky many years ago. A sign from the heavens that the end times were nigh. A rallying cry to take up arms and protect Sanctuary!" - Crusader Hamilton

Only Ebewaka has walked amid a dozen Guardians. In death, they waged war for his spirit, yet none prevailed. Thus, the Guardians shared dominion, granting Ebewaka to roam freely amid all their realms.

Only Ebewaka has walked amid a dozen Guardians. In death, they waged war for his spirit, yet none prevailed. Thus, the Guardians shared dominion, granting Ebewaka to roam freely amid all their realms.

Only Ebewaka has walked amid a dozen Guardians. In death, they waged war for his spirit, yet none prevailed. Thus, the Guardians shared dominion, granting Ebewaka to roam freely amid all their realms.

Only Ebewaka has walked amid a dozen Guardians. In death, they waged war for his spirit, yet none prevailed. Thus, the Guardians shared dominion, granting Ebewaka to roam freely amid all their realms.

During a Trial of Mists, a small spirit noticed an unclaimed boy. In pity, it spared him. "I will follow you always," vowed the boy. He remained true even after Ah Bulan called the spirit home.

During a Trial of Mists, a small spirit noticed an unclaimed boy. In pity, it spared him. "I will follow you always," vowed the boy. He remained true even after Ah Bulan called the spirit home.

During a Trial of Mists, a small spirit noticed an unclaimed boy. In pity, it spared him. "I will follow you always," vowed the boy. He remained true even after Ah Bulan called the spirit home.

During a Trial of Mists, a small spirit noticed an unclaimed boy. In pity, it spared him. "I will follow you always," vowed the boy. He remained true even after Ah Bulan called the spirit home.

"The moors once belonged to the raven-changelings, child. They came with the full moon and read fate through the eyes of the dead. But that time has withered. Their songs are stilled." - Airidah

"The moors once belonged to the raven-changelings, child. They came with the full moon and read fate through the eyes of the dead. But that time has withered. Their songs are stilled." - Airidah

"The moors once belonged to the raven-changelings, child. They came with the full moon and read fate through the eyes of the dead. But that time has withered. Their songs are stilled." - Airidah

"The moors once belonged to the raven-changelings, child. They came with the full moon and read fate through the eyes of the dead. But that time has withered. Their songs are stilled." - Airidah

"Do not confuse your manipulation of lightning as control. The azure flame is its own master and needs no hand to wield it. You are merely a conduit for its chaos." -Ascribed to the mage Woh

"Do not confuse your manipulation of lightning as control. The azure flame is its own master and needs no hand to wield it. You are merely a conduit for its chaos." -Ascribed to the mage Woh

"Do not confuse your manipulation of lightning as control. The azure flame is its own master and needs no hand to wield it. You are merely a conduit for its chaos." -Ascribed to the mage Woh

"Do not confuse your manipulation of lightning as control. The azure flame is its own master and needs no hand to wield it. You are merely a conduit for its chaos." -Ascribed to the mage Woh

"Know the dangers of fang and root. One hides in the leaf, the berry, the still water. The other waits in the bite, the stinger, the wound." - Teachings of Balazan, Verse III

"Know the dangers of fang and root. One hides in the leaf, the berry, the still water. The other waits in the bite, the stinger, the wound." - Teachings of Balazan, Verse III

"Know the dangers of fang and root. One hides in the leaf, the berry, the still water. The other waits in the bite, the stinger, the wound." - Teachings of Balazan, Verse III

"Know the dangers of fang and root. One hides in the leaf, the berry, the still water. The other waits in the bite, the stinger, the wound." - Teachings of Balazan, Verse III

"A relic of an old, forgotten religion lost to time and expansion. The staff retains a faint warmth as if still blessed by the dead god it once served." - Ser Paget's notes from the Tiklan excavation

"A relic of an old, forgotten religion lost to time and expansion. The staff retains a faint warmth as if still blessed by the dead god it once served." - Ser Paget's notes from the Tiklan excavation

"A relic of an old, forgotten religion lost to time and expansion. The staff retains a faint warmth as if still blessed by the dead god it once served." - Ser Paget's notes from the Tiklan excavation

"A relic of an old, forgotten religion lost to time and expansion. The staff retains a faint warmth as if still blessed by the dead god it once served." - Ser Paget's notes from the Tiklan excavation

"A relic of an old, forgotten religion lost to time and expansion. The staff retains a faint warmth as if still blessed by the dead god it once served." - Ser Paget's notes from the Tiklan excavation

To the silent skies, the hunter Etzlek raised his staff and then smote the numen. "Release her!" came his cries as he desecrated the hallowed ground. On the third strike, the spirit answered...

To the silent skies, the hunter Etzlek raised his staff and then smote the numen. "Release her!" came his cries as he desecrated the hallowed ground. On the third strike, the spirit answered...

To the silent skies, the hunter Etzlek raised his staff and then smote the numen. "Release her!" came his cries as he desecrated the hallowed ground. On the third strike, the spirit answered...

To the silent skies, the hunter Etzlek raised his staff and then smote the numen. "Release her!" came his cries as he desecrated the hallowed ground. On the third strike, the spirit answered...

To the silent skies, the hunter Etzlek raised his staff and then smote the numen. "Release her!" came his cries as he desecrated the hallowed ground. On the third strike, the spirit answered...

"Beyond the world disc doth lie the keeper serpent Kepeleke. Ceaseless the serpent grows, and thus must ever consume his own tail, lest the world be overtaken." - Lintel XII

"Beyond the world disc doth lie the keeper serpent Kepeleke. Ceaseless the serpent grows, and thus must ever consume his own tail, lest the world be overtaken." - Lintel XII

"Beyond the world disc doth lie the keeper serpent Kepeleke. Ceaseless the serpent grows, and thus must ever consume his own tail, lest the world be overtaken." - Lintel XII

"Beyond the world disc doth lie the keeper serpent Kepeleke. Ceaseless the serpent grows, and thus must ever consume his own tail, lest the world be overtaken." - Lintel XII

"Beyond the world disc doth lie the keeper serpent Kepeleke. Ceaseless the serpent grows, and thus must ever consume his own tail, lest the world be overtaken." - Lintel XII

"Anger brings strength but clouds the mind. You must learn to focus your fury, direct it with purpose. Keep our sacred duty at the forefront of your mind, always." - Talic, to Madawc

"Anger brings strength but clouds the mind. You must learn to focus your fury, direct it with purpose. Keep our sacred duty at the forefront of your mind, always." - Talic, to Madawc

"Anger brings strength but clouds the mind. You must learn to focus your fury, direct it with purpose. Keep our sacred duty at the forefront of your mind, always." - Talic, to Madawc

"Anger brings strength but clouds the mind. You must learn to focus your fury, direct it with purpose. Keep our sacred duty at the forefront of your mind, always." - Talic, to Madawc

"Anger brings strength but clouds the mind. You must learn to focus your fury, direct it with purpose. Keep our sacred duty at the forefront of your mind, always." - Talic, to Madawc

"The hunger, it starts so small, like a tickle in the back of your mind. You believe the lie that you still have control until you're so far gone you can't even recognize yourself." - Varyana

"The hunger, it starts so small, like a tickle in the back of your mind. You believe the lie that you still have control until you're so far gone you can't even recognize yourself." - Varyana

"The hunger, it starts so small, like a tickle in the back of your mind. You believe the lie that you still have control until you're so far gone you can't even recognize yourself." - Varyana

"The hunger, it starts so small, like a tickle in the back of your mind. You believe the lie that you still have control until you're so far gone you can't even recognize yourself." - Varyana

"The hunger, it starts so small, like a tickle in the back of your mind. You believe the lie that you still have control until you're so far gone you can't even recognize yourself." - Varyana

"By fang, claw, spear, or sword - send the bastards back to the flames from which they crawled! Soak the peat with their blood! For Fiacla-Géar! For Scosglen!" - Nafain, during the Days of Ash

"By fang, claw, spear, or sword - send the bastards back to the flames from which they crawled! Soak the peat with their blood! For Fiacla-Géar! For Scosglen!" - Nafain, during the Days of Ash

"By fang, claw, spear, or sword - send the bastards back to the flames from which they crawled! Soak the peat with their blood! For Fiacla-Géar! For Scosglen!" - Nafain, during the Days of Ash

"By fang, claw, spear, or sword - send the bastards back to the flames from which they crawled! Soak the peat with their blood! For Fiacla-Géar! For Scosglen!" - Nafain, during the Days of Ash

"By fang, claw, spear, or sword - send the bastards back to the flames from which they crawled! Soak the peat with their blood! For Fiacla-Géar! For Scosglen!" - Nafain, during the Days of Ash

"When I was born, I breathed in the wind and the storm and they gave me life. When I die, I will breath out, and return that gift to the skies." - Journal excerpt

"When I was born, I breathed in the wind and the storm and they gave me life. When I die, I will breath out, and return that gift to the skies." - Journal excerpt

"When I was born, I breathed in the wind and the storm and they gave me life. When I die, I will breath out, and return that gift to the skies." - Journal excerpt

"When I was born, I breathed in the wind and the storm and they gave me life. When I die, I will breath out, and return that gift to the skies." - Journal excerpt

"When I was born, I breathed in the wind and the storm and they gave me life. When I die, I will breath out, and return that gift to the skies." - Journal excerpt

When Arreat was sundered, the world quaked. The Druid Aglainn journeyed far to chronicle the aftermath. Grief-stricken by the great mountain king's fall, he rent the earth anew.

When Arreat was sundered, the world quaked. The Druid Aglainn journeyed far to chronicle the aftermath. Grief-stricken by the great mountain king's fall, he rent the earth anew.

When Arreat was sundered, the world quaked. The Druid Aglainn journeyed far to chronicle the aftermath. Grief-stricken by the great mountain king's fall, he rent the earth anew.

When Arreat was sundered, the world quaked. The Druid Aglainn journeyed far to chronicle the aftermath. Grief-stricken by the great mountain king's fall, he rent the earth anew.

When Arreat was sundered, the world quaked. The Druid Aglainn journeyed far to chronicle the aftermath. Grief-stricken by the great mountain king's fall, he rent the earth anew.

A singed wedding band, faintly crackling. It evokes an old rhyme where a bride receives a ring from her beloved, causing them to be struck thrice by lightning. Only the bride was unscathed.

A singed wedding band, faintly crackling. It evokes an old rhyme where a bride receives a ring from her beloved, causing them to be struck thrice by lightning. Only the bride was unscathed.

A singed wedding band, faintly crackling. It evokes an old rhyme where a bride receives a ring from her beloved, causing them to be struck thrice by lightning. Only the bride was unscathed.

A singed wedding band, faintly crackling. It evokes an old rhyme where a bride receives a ring from her beloved, causing them to be struck thrice by lightning. Only the bride was unscathed.

A singed wedding band, faintly crackling. It evokes an old rhyme where a bride receives a ring from her beloved, causing them to be struck thrice by lightning. Only the bride was unscathed.

"Every tome, every scroll, every book in this temple produces the same answer. The only being willing to stand against the Eternal Conflict, against the Prime Evils, was Lilith." - Elias

"Every tome, every scroll, every book in this temple produces the same answer. The only being willing to stand against the Eternal Conflict, against the Prime Evils, was Lilith." - Elias

"Every tome, every scroll, every book in this temple produces the same answer. The only being willing to stand against the Eternal Conflict, against the Prime Evils, was Lilith." - Elias

"Every tome, every scroll, every book in this temple produces the same answer. The only being willing to stand against the Eternal Conflict, against the Prime Evils, was Lilith." - Elias

"Every tome, every scroll, every book in this temple produces the same answer. The only being willing to stand against the Eternal Conflict, against the Prime Evils, was Lilith." - Elias

Skulking in the shadows of the Realm of Destruction, the Scarred Baron plots the downfall of the mortal who banished him there.

Skulking in the shadows of the Realm of Destruction, the Scarred Baron plots the downfall of the mortal who banished him there.

Skulking in the shadows of the Realm of Destruction, the Scarred Baron plots the downfall of the mortal who banished him there.

Skulking in the shadows of the Realm of Destruction, the Scarred Baron plots the downfall of the mortal who banished him there.

Skulking in the shadows of the Realm of Destruction, the Scarred Baron plots the downfall of the mortal who banished him there.

The signet of Mendeln ul-Diomed, the founder of the Priests of Rathma and the first Necromancer, was lost for over 3,000 years. The immense power over death held within, however, has not diminished.

The signet of Mendeln ul-Diomed, the founder of the Priests of Rathma and the first Necromancer, was lost for over 3,000 years. The immense power over death held within, however, has not diminished.

The signet of Mendeln ul-Diomed, the founder of the Priests of Rathma and the first Necromancer, was lost for over 3,000 years. The immense power over death held within, however, has not diminished.

The signet of Mendeln ul-Diomed, the founder of the Priests of Rathma and the first Necromancer, was lost for over 3,000 years. The immense power over death held within, however, has not diminished.

The signet of Mendeln ul-Diomed, the founder of the Priests of Rathma and the first Necromancer, was lost for over 3,000 years. The immense power over death held within, however, has not diminished.

The mere proximity of a practitioner of such dark arts can rouse the dead and disturb those souls who have earned their rest.

The mere proximity of a practitioner of such dark arts can rouse the dead and disturb those souls who have earned their rest.

The mere proximity of a practitioner of such dark arts can rouse the dead and disturb those souls who have earned their rest.

The mere proximity of a practitioner of such dark arts can rouse the dead and disturb those souls who have earned their rest.

The mere proximity of a practitioner of such dark arts can rouse the dead and disturb those souls who have earned their rest.

"This'll blow your hair back." - Lyndon

"This'll blow your hair back." - Lyndon

"This'll blow your hair back." - Lyndon

"This'll blow your hair back." - Lyndon

"This'll blow your hair back." - Lyndon

"The element of surprise is the starting point. In this moment, be sure to finish it." - Kashya

"The element of surprise is the starting point. In this moment, be sure to finish it." - Kashya

"The element of surprise is the starting point. In this moment, be sure to finish it." - Kashya

"The element of surprise is the starting point. In this moment, be sure to finish it." - Kashya

"The element of surprise is the starting point. In this moment, be sure to finish it." - Kashya

"Her lover's spirit faded, and in her sorrow she wept frozen tears. Where they fell, roses of the purest ice would blossom each winter." - Greenslade's Tales, Chapter 7: "The Myth of Irina Coldheart"

"Her lover's spirit faded, and in her sorrow she wept frozen tears. Where they fell, roses of the purest ice would blossom each winter." - Greenslade's Tales, Chapter 7: "The Myth of Irina Coldheart"

"Her lover's spirit faded, and in her sorrow she wept frozen tears. Where they fell, roses of the purest ice would blossom each winter." - Greenslade's Tales, Chapter 7: "The Myth of Irina Coldheart"

"Her lover's spirit faded, and in her sorrow she wept frozen tears. Where they fell, roses of the purest ice would blossom each winter." - Greenslade's Tales, Chapter 7: "The Myth of Irina Coldheart"

"Her lover's spirit faded, and in her sorrow she wept frozen tears. Where they fell, roses of the purest ice would blossom each winter." - Greenslade's Tales, Chapter 7: "The Myth of Irina Coldheart"

"This gem acts as a conduit for aetheric filaments, enabling the wielder to summon atmospheric discharge at will." - Excerpt from Volatus Arcanum: Of Skybinding and Stormcraft

"This gem acts as a conduit for aetheric filaments, enabling the wielder to summon atmospheric discharge at will." - Excerpt from Volatus Arcanum: Of Skybinding and Stormcraft

"This gem acts as a conduit for aetheric filaments, enabling the wielder to summon atmospheric discharge at will." - Excerpt from Volatus Arcanum: Of Skybinding and Stormcraft

"This gem acts as a conduit for aetheric filaments, enabling the wielder to summon atmospheric discharge at will." - Excerpt from Volatus Arcanum: Of Skybinding and Stormcraft

"This gem acts as a conduit for aetheric filaments, enabling the wielder to summon atmospheric discharge at will." - Excerpt from Volatus Arcanum: Of Skybinding and Stormcraft

A gentle whisper glides upon the winds. The words elude the grasp of mortal ken. They weave through the soul like a melody forgotten, and from this arises a name: Adarja, the First-Breather.

A gentle whisper glides upon the winds. The words elude the grasp of mortal ken. They weave through the soul like a melody forgotten, and from this arises a name: Adarja, the First-Breather.

A gentle whisper glides upon the winds. The words elude the grasp of mortal ken. They weave through the soul like a melody forgotten, and from this arises a name: Adarja, the First-Breather.

A gentle whisper glides upon the winds. The words elude the grasp of mortal ken. They weave through the soul like a melody forgotten, and from this arises a name: Adarja, the First-Breather.

A gentle whisper glides upon the winds. The words elude the grasp of mortal ken. They weave through the soul like a melody forgotten, and from this arises a name: Adarja, the First-Breather.

"In Natsalarwaka, no blood shall mar the earth. Even bitter enemies must forgo their blades before entering the haven. Breaking this accord will invoke Wasipotsu's wrath." - Oral Oaxazi Scripture

"In Natsalarwaka, no blood shall mar the earth. Even bitter enemies must forgo their blades before entering the haven. Breaking this accord will invoke Wasipotsu's wrath." - Oral Oaxazi Scripture

"In Natsalarwaka, no blood shall mar the earth. Even bitter enemies must forgo their blades before entering the haven. Breaking this accord will invoke Wasipotsu's wrath." - Oral Oaxazi Scripture

"In Natsalarwaka, no blood shall mar the earth. Even bitter enemies must forgo their blades before entering the haven. Breaking this accord will invoke Wasipotsu's wrath." - Oral Oaxazi Scripture

"In Natsalarwaka, no blood shall mar the earth. Even bitter enemies must forgo their blades before entering the haven. Breaking this accord will invoke Wasipotsu's wrath." - Oral Oaxazi Scripture

"At midday thundered the first brother, Nyamoyo, lord of predators. Survival is his blessing, hunting is his prayer. Honor him and prowess shall be your reward." - The Nitī Sē, Verse IV

"At midday thundered the first brother, Nyamoyo, lord of predators. Survival is his blessing, hunting is his prayer. Honor him and prowess shall be your reward." - The Nitī Sē, Verse IV

"At midday thundered the first brother, Nyamoyo, lord of predators. Survival is his blessing, hunting is his prayer. Honor him and prowess shall be your reward." - The Nitī Sē, Verse IV

"At midday thundered the first brother, Nyamoyo, lord of predators. Survival is his blessing, hunting is his prayer. Honor him and prowess shall be your reward." - The Nitī Sē, Verse IV

"At midday thundered the first brother, Nyamoyo, lord of predators. Survival is his blessing, hunting is his prayer. Honor him and prowess shall be your reward." - The Nitī Sē, Verse IV

One of a pair of twin daggers, forbidden from ever meeting. Nearby corpses shudder in its presence.

One of a pair of twin daggers, forbidden from ever meeting. Nearby corpses shudder in its presence.

One of a pair of twin daggers, forbidden from ever meeting. Nearby corpses shudder in its presence.

One of a pair of twin daggers, forbidden from ever meeting. Nearby corpses shudder in its presence.

One of a pair of twin daggers, forbidden from ever meeting. Nearby corpses shudder in its presence.

"Well did she feed her children, and well did her children feed her." -Scosglen folktale

"Well did she feed her children, and well did her children feed her." -Scosglen folktale

"Well did she feed her children, and well did her children feed her." -Scosglen folktale

"Well did she feed her children, and well did her children feed her." -Scosglen folktale

"Well did she feed her children, and well did her children feed her." -Scosglen folktale

Your incantations are echoed by a chorus of the damned. Wield their torment, their vengeance, their pain against the Hellborne that tortured them.

Your incantations are echoed by a chorus of the damned. Wield their torment, their vengeance, their pain against the Hellborne that tortured them.

Your incantations are echoed by a chorus of the damned. Wield their torment, their vengeance, their pain against the Hellborne that tortured them.

Your incantations are echoed by a chorus of the damned. Wield their torment, their vengeance, their pain against the Hellborne that tortured them.

Your incantations are echoed by a chorus of the damned. Wield their torment, their vengeance, their pain against the Hellborne that tortured them.

A single petal of the Mother's own blood, slowly wilting under glass.

A single petal of the Mother's own blood, slowly wilting under glass.

A single petal of the Mother's own blood, slowly wilting under glass.

A single petal of the Mother's own blood, slowly wilting under glass.

A single petal of the Mother's own blood, slowly wilting under glass.

Despite the Light's blessings, countless Knights Penitent were hewn apart by the infernal hordes. Remnants of their steel lie scattered through the Hells – dwindling lights in the chaos.

Despite the Light's blessings, countless Knights Penitent were hewn apart by the infernal hordes. Remnants of their steel lie scattered through the Hells – dwindling lights in the chaos.

Despite the Light's blessings, countless Knights Penitent were hewn apart by the infernal hordes. Remnants of their steel lie scattered through the Hells – dwindling lights in the chaos.

Despite the Light's blessings, countless Knights Penitent were hewn apart by the infernal hordes. Remnants of their steel lie scattered through the Hells – dwindling lights in the chaos.

The prince of Hatred, fair as maggots over carrion. He claims no throne, crafts no realms, reigning over only a blackened, bitter heart. Some legends name him banished, while others dread his return.

The prince of Hatred, fair as maggots over carrion. He claims no throne, crafts no realms, reigning over only a blackened, bitter heart. Some legends name him banished, while others dread his return.

The prince of Hatred, fair as maggots over carrion. He claims no throne, crafts no realms, reigning over only a blackened, bitter heart. Some legends name him banished, while others dread his return.

The prince of Hatred, fair as maggots over carrion. He claims no throne, crafts no realms, reigning over only a blackened, bitter heart. Some legends name him banished, while others dread his return.

"Ploughin' told you already! Hidden weapons are out – Yes, especially grenades! Behave yourself, or Morrick will skin you lot."- Purveyor of the Gea Kul fighting pits, on the eve of Morrick's murder

"Ploughin' told you already! Hidden weapons are out – Yes, especially grenades! Behave yourself, or Morrick will skin you lot."- Purveyor of the Gea Kul fighting pits, on the eve of Morrick's murder

"Ploughin' told you already! Hidden weapons are out – Yes, especially grenades! Behave yourself, or Morrick will skin you lot."- Purveyor of the Gea Kul fighting pits, on the eve of Morrick's murder

"Ploughin' told you already! Hidden weapons are out – Yes, especially grenades! Behave yourself, or Morrick will skin you lot."- Purveyor of the Gea Kul fighting pits, on the eve of Morrick's murder

"Ploughin' told you already! Hidden weapons are out – Yes, especially grenades! Behave yourself, or Morrick will skin you lot."- Purveyor of the Gea Kul fighting pits, on the eve of Morrick's murder

The nights preceding the full moon are sometimes far more dangerous than the event itself. The frenzy has begun to rise, yet the night is just dark enough to obscure a hunter from their prey's sight.

A nightmarish amalgam of blood, bone and steel, this axe is as horrific, and as deadly, as its creator.

No falsehood could endure the Thousand-Eyed King's reaver nor its countless eyes. Their gaze was bright and terrible, consumed with a world-eating hunger.

This blade favors the unguarded, the unmourned, the straggler.  For it knows that all bonds weaken in time, and that even kings may be found unguarded if patience is infinite.

"I've never seen such ruthless butchery. He deserves to be be shipped off to die in the swamps with the rest of the godless murderers." - Witness to the murder of Sergeant Walcot

When Caldeum's gates closed, Asheara led her Iron Wolves out of the city knowing full well they would never return. Instead they roamed Kehjistan pledging their blades to any who were in need.

"Without him the wine is less sweet, the hearth less warm, and our blades less keen. Our blood brother is gone, but Bul-Kathos willing, we will meet again one day." - Sorrowsong for Ramaladni

A foul blizzard trapped the clans after the Battle of Nine Winters. Then came a pale stallion born of the peaks, and the storm parted before him. Tsasgal, they named him - chief of all horses.

The ancient runeblade of the angel Izual, Azurewrath was miraculously spared the corruption that consumed its master.

The scroll's words are known to the knight alone. He supplicates to his sworn oath, lest his faith and blade find no purchase.

Griswold created wonders at his anvil. But, none ever stilled his hands - for every new blade bore dissatisfaction. Though his final work was left unfinished, it was hailed as his greatest.

"We've been fighting these flesh-eaters for so long, been soaked in so much blood, that after a while it's difficult to tell what side you're truly on." - Daelyr, Crane Tribe warrior

The parched blade keens, longing to serve its master.

"Thus spake Que-Hegan Sankekur the righteous: when prayer fails man, let the blade be our psalm. May the blood of unbelievers be the ink which we write our faith anew." -Excerpt from Brother Ismail

One of a pair of twin daggers, forbidden from ever meeting. Nearby corpses shudder in its presence.

One of a pair of twin daggers, forbidden from ever meeting. Bitter voices whisper from the blade.

"Restraint, mercy, honor...these are shackles, forged by the weak and the conquered." -Hephasto, the Armorer

This blade once bore divine purpose wielded by the angel Verathiel. Like its keeper, the sword fell to Infernal depths. Yet beneath this corruption, is a heartbeat of a past memory, holding steadfast.

Long ago, the Stone Clan laid the foundations of Old Kurast. They shaped earthen marvels, but wars with the Vizjerei turned chisel into spear. Now the only stone they wield is when cast against foe.

"Ploughin' told you already! Hidden weapons are out – Yes, especially grenades! Behave yourself, or Morrick will skin you lot."- Purveyor of the Gea Kul fighting pits, on the eve of Morrick's murder