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.

Clad in magic-infused armor bands of Metal Marauders carve their path across the briny expanse.

"Beware the sun's reflection upon men of solemn steel, For they roam the restless waves with nigh-unrelenting zeal. With magic coursing through their veins they plunder and they raid, No mercy in their hearts or minds, no debt is left unpaid. So heed this warning, all those brave enough to sail the sea, Heed the sight of steel and let the Metal Marauders be." ~ Old children's rhyme

This magic silver shield, imbued with the power of nature, protects its wearer by sprouting defensive vines to stop enemies in their tracks.

"When the vines aren't powerful enough to deter an attack, small buds open to reveal red flowers that release a scent powerful enough to put even raging barbarians to sleep."

Behold The Dragon's Gaze, a set of solid metal dice crafted by the most skilled of artisans! Each die mirrors the essence of dragons long lost to time. 

"Roll the Dragon's Gaze if you dare, but don't be surprised if their kin comes calling..." - Ancient text found in the destroyed city of El'Kunith

The eyes, orbs of ancient wisdom, gleam with arcane secrets; the scales, a testament to battles fought in eras long forgotten; and the sharp horns, a reminder of the deadly might of these majestic beings that once ruled the skies. Feel the pulse of draconic energy coursing through these dice and may your rolls be as legendary as the creatures whose essence resides within!

The Risen, magically created remnants from a war long forgotten, scour Enuria in search of their lost God.

Their white skin, pulled taut over spiked bones, is adorned the blood, both fresh and old, of their slain foes. They have no mouth, just three vertical slits. They lack a nose, and their eyes are four in number, all as black as the heart of Ulyoth, the dead God who supposedly spawned them. No one knows how many there are left. No one knows why they attack one village, then leave the next. All that's known is this:

"Though the stories and legends surrounding The Risen do not tell us of their motives, all of them agree on one thing: When they come for you, you run. You run and you don't look back." ~ Alain Ser Duann, the Queen's Sword Master