Lost to time are Aeloria's Spheres, a set of seven magical orbs shaped by and imbued with the power of the elements, forged in the heart of the Elemental Convergence. *
"Aeloria stood there, unafraid, her body battered by the roaring storm, the earth beneath her feet trembling with rage, flames danced on her skin while raging waters surged around her feet. It was there, amidst this chaos of nature, that she captured a fragment of each element with the metal spheres she had forged in secret." ~ from Aeloria's Tale, Chapter Sixteen
When used, Aeloria's Spheres can call upon the forces of nature to aid their owner. Flames might engulf their foes, torrents of water might heal their wounds, the earth might shield them from harm, and lightning might strike them with uncanny precision.
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."
The Great Candy Corn Calamity of '09 almost drowned the citizens of Oldfell in layer upon layer of the three-colored sweets.
"To this day the Calamity is only talked about in hushed tones when All Hallow's Eve approaches, because no one knows what or who caused it..."
As a reminder of the Candy Corn Calamity adventurers who visit the yearly Remembrance are granted a chance to win a set of these three-colored dice. What's the catch? They must enter a competition to see who can eat the most Candy Corn without getting sick...
With their soft, lavender hue these crystal clear glass dice are beholden only to the pure of heart. *
"For those with a good heart these stones will be as transparent as the ocean off the Coast of Azem. For those with darkness in their soul they will become murky like the stagnant waters of the Larenese Swamps. Do you dare to take them from me still?"
Copper Dragons delight in luring adventurers into their territory by letting the sun hit their scales to entice treasure seekers to follow them on a fool's chase.*
"Adventurer, trust me, and stock up on some jokes, riddles and funny stories. They might one day be your only chance to escape from a Copper Dragon's lair."
Most seasoned adventurers abandon their chase as soon as they realize what they're chasing, with only the dragon's booming laughter a reminder of how they avoided certain death. However, bards, with their nigh-endless amount of riddles, jokes and songs, have on average a fair chance enter and leave a Copper Dragon's lair unscathed due to these magical monsters' love of entertainment.
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."
Brimming with power, these magical artifacts that contain the flames of a living phoenix are all that's left of Elianna the Brave.
"No other sorcerer had ever attempted to harness the power of a living phoenix, yet Elianna would not be deterred. After decades of research she finished a spell that indeed managed to contain Phoenix Flames, but the resulting implosion destroyed the intrepid sorcerer along with her house and gardens. All that remained were these stones, which are said to curse whoever tries to use them."
Sleek and agile, the blue-eyed Guardian Grimalkin imprint on their intended charge and defend them with their life.
“I'm, I'm tellin' ya, it was like they was fightin' an army o' those things! That beast, it was everwhere! Spells just, just bounced off it, and it tore through 'em like paper. I'm tellin' ya, son, you ain't want nothin' t'do with one o' those cats. They'll rip yer throat out before ye can even think about fightin'."
The largest and most imposing of the domesticated Grimalkin, these grey-furred felines are immune to mind-control magick.
"The deep, purple glow of the Imperial Grimalkin's eyes has been the last sight of many a magick-wielder who tried to ensnare the mind of those rich or paranoid enough to afford one of these regal cats."