235 entries
Items
Materials, runes, rune effects, junk items, unique equipment, consumables, and provisions.
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Blank Census Sealblank_census_seal | Unique Equipment | The ring carries authority over a line in the ledger that no longer exists. |
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Briarheart Covenantbriarheart_covenant | Unique Equipment | Rain beads on this living cloak and runs toward roots that are no longer there. |
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Cantor's Last Measurecantors_last_measure | Unique Equipment | The hammer's tuning fork rings at the pressure a world needs before it breaks. |
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Cinderhook's Gripcinderhooks_grip | Unique Equipment | The armguards were quenched in vacuum and still close around a weapon like a promise. |
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Custodian's Last Lullabycustodians_last_lullaby | Unique Equipment | The amulet plays no sound, yet tired machinery lowers its voice when it passes. |
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Greenveil Warden's Oathgreenveil_wardens_oath | Unique Equipment | Sworn beneath the veil's first canopy, this oath outlived the warden who spoke it. |
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Hushkeeper Vanehushkeeper_vane | Unique Equipment | The bracelet turns toward danger before any surviving sensor admits it is there. |
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Kilnheart Oathplatekilnheart_oathplate | Unique Equipment | Its black iron stays warm in vacuum and bears a Korr promise that has never been translated politely. |
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Midwife's Empty Cradlemidwifes_empty_cradle | Unique Equipment | Its amber chamber remembers every life it was built to receive and never did. |
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Pressureless Steppressureless_step | Unique Equipment | These boots cross cracked memorial glass without asking it to bear a name. |
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Rootjaw Pactrootjaw_pact | Unique Equipment | The bracers tighten like living roots when their wearer refuses to fall. |
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Seventh Bell's Requiemseventh_bells_requiem | Unique Equipment | The maul rings once for every name the memorial census failed to keep. |
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Spitter's Mercyspitters_mercy | Unique Equipment | The last vial breaks only when its bearer has chosen a target. |
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Thornsongthornsong | Unique Equipment | The blade hums an old bramble-hymn, and goblins have learned to dread its tune. |
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