"The scorpion Nine-Eyes is known as "The Terror of the Sands" for good reason. Her tail can pierce the strongest armor, and her poison melts flesh in seconds." - Field Notes of an Unknown Iron Wolf

Even removed from the demon's body, the eye continues to weave its hypnotic patterns.

The handle of this white-hot mace bears soot marks in the shape of a clenched fist.

"While the origins of this accursed blade are lost to time, there is no question that wielding its dark power leaves an indelible stain on one's soul." - Barrett's Book of Implements

"So skilled was Abe-Mari at divination, they predicted the date of their own death; a skill that proved so ruinous that no mage since has attempted the feat." - Excerpt from Secrets of the Mage-Clans

This massive sword's edge grows keener and its promises of power grow louder with each life taken.

"Even after he was put to death, some children swore they could still hear his bell ringing softly in the breeze on moonless nights." - Greenslade's Tales, Chapter 5: "The Myth of Blind Odwyn"

This vile necklace of charred goat's teeth paradoxically contains both the power to extend life as well as cut it short.

"A foul spell of desire was woven into the statue's stone. Its idolaters were helpless as their souls were ripped from their bodies to animate its writhing form." - Field Notes of Brother Darmont

"The Captain was bleeding from at least three bite wounds, sweating from the poison and barely able to walk, but he never stopped searching for his lost comrades." - Eulogy for Captain Willcocks

"Favored by Pitiless Gur, this heavy armor remains painfully cold to the touch, even in the hottest of climates." - Barrett's Book of Implements

"Those who came before shall bear witness to your deeds." - Inscription on the hilt

Those foolish few Monks who abuse their training for personal gain are banished from the Floating Sky Monastery and forced to wander the harsh and unforgiving lands beyond.

"There is nothing better in life than to stand alone, painted red, atop a hill made from the bodies of your enemies." - Zarozar the Mighty

Wearing these gore-drenched leggings fills your mind with a single overwhelming desire: to hunt.

"Unhand me, filth! A single drop of my blood is worth an ocean of yours! Within it churns a power you could never hope to understand!" - Lord Eònan, last words

"Dearest Will, this ring is like my love for you. Both have no end. May this ring keep you safe and help keep me in your heart during your travels. - Lucya" - Inscription on the band

Even the slightest touch leaves painful splinters burrowed in the flesh.

A malformed collection of bone, flesh and a strange, hardened ichor, this ring-shaped object almost seems to have been grown, rather than crafted.

A powerful relic once belonging to Jazreth the Summoner, this staff was thought lost forever.