When the ocean turns azure under the Wizard's Moon an island of untold riches rises from the depths, beckoning adventurers to its shores.

"Many an adventurer has set out to seek it, but none has ever returned. You see, when the Moon sets, the island sinks back into the ocean's embrace. And it takes those who haven't left with it..."

Amidst bloody waves pieces of golden skin skirt the surface before slowly sinking into fathomless deeps.

"The aftermath of a clash between two deep sea titans, or fading traces of an unfortunate crew that met a watery end in the jaws of an aquatic monstrosity? Only the courageous will dare descend into the dark depths to solve this mystery."

On rare occasions sailors see tiny golden flakes float just beneath the surface of a deceptively calm ocean, their mysterious origins hidden by the deep blue sea beneath.

"A trick of light, a mermaid's lure for weary sailors, or perhaps pieces of the shed skin of a fantastical creature? No adventurer has ever dared venture into the depths to unravel this mystery..."

Wisps of golden light fill the air and dance around the lucky adventurer whose feet touch Faerie Moss.

"Shaped like footsteps, patches of Faerie Moss can only be found in remote locations where free Faeries gather to celebrate the birth of a new generation. The spell-enhancing properties of this moss are highly prized, not only because of its rarity, but also its fragile nature. Seasoned adventurers know to always carry an enchanted pair of gloves with them to gently scoop up the moss and place it in a magically sealed container. When touched without these precautions, Faerie Moss withers away in seconds."

Living magic caught in liquid, swirling and shimmering, always trying to escape its confines.

"There's no such thing as living magic!" - Theran, Head Wizard of Umbril, two days before his remains were found in a locked room amidst the broken glass of a Shimmering Sand orb.