Items

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Reveal the secrets of the beacons

Its flesh-like sheaf protects a nutrient rich yolk of sorts.

Missing Description

The ashen figure’s name is lost. All that is remembered is that he must suffer for his treachery.

Unlocks cage

It's scratched and bent, but sturdy.

Heavy artillery used for sieges

Unlocks chest with equipment

Once a symbol of unimaginable riches, but it still remains valuable to collectors.

A slurry of spirits and Tar that is sure to embolden even the most cowardly, at least for a time.

There’s still a trace of dried Nektar in its hollow.

A remnant of the chitinous carapace that allowed the Blessed Mether to descend upon this world.

Once used to transcend the boundaries of reality.

Slender needles, meticulously crafted to pierce far more than stone.

Missing Description

Though it appears no more than a tattered scrap, frayed edges and loose fibers weave themselves into Ruk’s Map as if they always belonged there.

Though it appears no more than a tattered scrap, frayed edges and loose fibers weave themselves into Ruk’s Map as if they always belonged there.

Though it appears no more than a tattered scrap, frayed edges and loose fibers weave themselves into Ruk’s Map as if they always belonged there.

Though it appears no more than a tattered scrap, frayed edges and loose fibers weave themselves into Ruk’s Map as if they always belonged there.

Though it appears no more than a tattered scrap, frayed edges and loose fibers weave themselves into Ruk’s Map as if they always belonged there.

Unlocks door inside the well

Unlocks the Village Gate.

Ash gently wafts from this smoldering relic.

Of unknown origin or purpose, this piece releases an arcing jolt when jostled.

A ponderous whirl of color, light, and lost reveries.

A powerful Gloom residue used to claim Shells.

A powerful Gloom residue used to forge Weapons.

Missing Description

Give access to secret section

Heart description.

Unlocks secrets in the cold

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It’s said these pieces of the Blessed Mether rain down from the heavens and fall at the feet of her favorites.

A strange, root-like growth that radiates warmth as it pulses with an unseen heartbeat.

A rudimentary cloth map. It seems to point to a specific location.

A rudimentary cloth map. It seems to point to a specific location.

A rudimentary cloth map. It seems to point to a specific location.

A rudimentary cloth map. It seems to point to a specific location.

This remarkable fruit is a favorite among rogues.

Though it appears no more than a tattered scrap, frayed edges and loose fibers weave themselves into Ruk’s Map as if they always belonged there.

Though little more than a wet, stinking clump, it’s treasured by those who revere the Great Frógga.

The remains of frozen martyrs were once considered relics, but now only dust is left.

A reverberation from the Underglade that mends wounds and knits flesh anew. There is no question that the Harbinger has been bred for a task no mortal could undertake.

A strange, unrusting mechanism, crafted for an unknown machine.

Though the obsidian has faded, the device remains more than functional.

A fragment of the Blessed Mether’s bones. Few pieces remain that don’t belong to Her temples.

Though the Brosca are nearly extinct, even a small secretion from their glands remains deadly.

Unlocks the village's secret

The remains of a sacred organ once extracted from a god.

A reverberation from the Underglade that mends wounds and knits flesh anew. There is no question that the Harbinger has been bred for a task no mortal could undertake.

Though it appears no more than a tattered scrap, frayed edges and loose fibers weave themselves into Ruk’s Map as if they always belonged there.

Though it appears no more than a tattered scrap, frayed edges and loose fibers weave themselves into Ruk’s Map as if they always belonged there.

Though it appears no more than a tattered scrap, frayed edges and loose fibers weave themselves into Ruk’s Map as if they always belonged there.

Though it appears no more than a tattered scrap, frayed edges and loose fibers weave themselves into Ruk’s Map as if they always belonged there.

Though it appears no more than a tattered scrap, frayed edges and loose fibers weave themselves into Ruk’s Map as if they always belonged there.

The lines of this map spread and shift as if guided by an unseen hand. Perhaps it is the same hand that blessed loyal Harros with renewed life?

Though discarded and broken, this is no meager bauble. A metallurgist's gift remains buried in its remains.

Though poisonous, eating this fungus is a right of passage in many villages.

A fragment of the Blessed Mether’s bones. Few pieces remain that don’t belong to Her temples.

Missing Description

A canine of remarkable size—often found in alleyways and odd corners of the former kingdom.

A rare plant of dubious use. It’s often confused for a far more potent variety.

Undersap description.

A calcified substance often mistaken for a fragment of the Blessed Mether’s bones.

A plain, if tarnished key.

A fragment of a lost weapon.

Often near battlefields, these mushrooms thrive where blood has spilled.

Highly sought by those hoping to find a frozen remnant of a Martyr preserved inside.