Robina's mission is simple, take from those that don't deserve, and distribute to people in need.
Equipped with an expertise in stealth, and the ability to pick locks like no other, Robina wastes little time getting in and out of even the most secure of structures, undetected. Not one to shy away from her acts, Robina will often leave notes at the scene of her crimes, letting her victims know that their greed will not be tolerated.
Despite technically being a wanted fugitive, Robina manages to outsmart authorities at every turn, to avoid being caught. She doesn't work alone however. Due to her compassionate nature, she's highly respected amongst locals, who often provide food and shelter in order to protect her.
Cloaked in green, and quick as a cat, when it comes to the holiday season, Robina will stop at nothing in order to bring Christmas joy to those that need it the most.
Exclusive to Christmas 2020! Allows shapeshifting into this form.
+50% movement speed while active.Once a protector of the frozen wetlands now known as Ayorke, Snowstorm was a cold-blooded beast, with a chilling thirst for vengeance.
Encountering Darthrauka is an unpleasant experience to begin with, but in times of war, being in opposition to his ever-increasing pursuit of worldly domination, doesn't often bode well for you.
Mitreus, a frost god, learned this lesson the hard way. Rather than eliminate Mitreus entirely, Darthrauka felt that a life of torment as a puny creature, would be far more torturous a punishment, than death. Condemning Mitreus to life as a wolf, Darthrauka figured his enemy would be rendered but a mere, harmless beast. Except he was wrong.
Having retained a modicum of power following transformation, Mitreus soon became a menace for Darthrauka, and his minions, posing fierce opposition to his plans, for centuries. With a newly acquired form of swiftness and strength, little did Darthrauka know, that rather than issue damnation, he had unleashed himself... a Snowstorm! +10% damageFor decades, the Arkhirian empire, along with it's army of elite warriors, maintained near-complete dominion over the region now known as Thorberth. Small, yet mighty, this versatile fighting force would effortlessly vanquish any enemy that stood in their path, and appeared to be unstoppable.
Composed of merely 5000 men, each equipped with a weapon known only as the 'Stampeder', this relatively small platoon would go on to bring great success and recognition to the land of Arkhire. Although strong and courageous, their true power lay within the swords they grasped, and the opposition was very much aware of this.
Little did the Arkharian's know, there were traitors within their ranks, or more precisely, spies. These treasonous renegades were given one mission, and one mission only; Infiltrate the group, and dispose of their weapons. Normally an assignment like this would be dangerous, and require some serious planning, but when your targets are fresh off a victory, and known boozehounds, it can actually be quite painless.
Swiftly and efficiently, the undercover agents gathered up all of the swords in the middle of the night, and transported them away from the Arkharian's base. Rather than keep these weapons for themselves, they decided that it would be in the best interest of everybody, to simply destroy them. One by one, the swords were melted down, until all that remained was a metal of unknown origin. Unsure of how to dispose of this metal, the group decided to form it into small, round pieces, in hopes of passing them off as gold coins, never again to be distinguishable for what they really are.
The was only one problem...
The designer of the Stampeder, and the only person in existence with the ability to identify this metal, was still very much alive. Not only was he on the hunt for this rare substance, but he was looking to revive his most precious of creations!+10% chance to FreezeNayle watched carefully through the wind tormented trees.
Timing the sway of the branch his quarry was hiding behind, he let an arrow fly from his Draft Winder bow.
It skimmed past the swaying branch and pierced the quarry, dropping it to the ground with a thud. +400 health and +400 energy over 5 secondsLegends tell of a great, golden hive, hidden deep within the whispering groves of the Sunveil Wilds, where the bees were not mere insects, but keepers of an ancient magic. Their honey was said to hold the warmth of the sun, their wax a fortress against time, and their hum a song of balance and renewal.
The Amberhive Charm is one of the last surviving relics from that fabled hive. Crafted by the first Hivekeepers, it was said to grant the bearer the strength of the swarm—resilience to endure, energy to persist, and the quiet wisdom of nature’s endless cycle. Those who wear it can feel the pulse of the hive, a steady rhythm that surges through their veins, mending wounds and restoring vitality in times of need.2 uses per Adventure+350 health and +450 energy over 5 secondsForged in the twilight of an age long forgotten, the Lifeblood Charm is said to be a relic of the Elders of the First Dawn, a secretive order that once guarded the sacred flow of life itself.
It is whispered that their rituals allowed them to weave vitality into form, capturing the essence of renewal within enchanted gemstones.2 uses per Adventure+24 weapon damage and 5% Crit ChanceThe Ember of Might is a smoldering remnant from the forge of an ancient warlord, where weapons of legendary power were crafted.
This ember still burns with the intensity of a thousand battles, imbuing its bearer with both raw strength and the precision needed to strike critical blows.
Its glow intensifies in the heat of combat, enhancing the wielder's attacks with devastating impact and deadly accuracy.
Those who carry the Ember of Might are said to wield the fury of the warlord himself, leaving a trail of fallen foes in their wake.Reduces all damage by 10%Contrary to popular belief, even the most diabolical of beings, will often participate in ceremonial procedures of death. A way of honoring their fallen soldiers, for carrying out a life of unholy horrors, against the enemy.
Commonly buried amongst the dead, are miniature, dark idols; effigies of evil. Ominous figurines of hardened clay, with unknown purpose. What do these creations represent? What is their true purpose? Studying these idols, in order to obtain such information, is nearly impossible, as very few have ever managed to escape the petrifying world, below.
What we do know, is that malicious creatures of the underworld, rarely do anything, without purpose, and therefore, there's a very good chance that these terrifying ceramic figures, aren't as harmless as they appear...Leeches up to +25 health and converts it to energy from nearby monsters up to 1500 health (The effect is stronger the closer you are to the target)A moderately powered amulet imbued with dark magic.
This mystical trinket siphons life from nearby enemies, transferring their vitality to the wearer.
However, its power wanes over time, leaving its owner vulnerable when the magic fades.+10% Movement Speed for 40 seconds, 60 second cooldownDeemed unlawful to possess in some regions, Bice is a stimulant that affects one's central nervous system creating a 'positive' sensation.
Elevating a users heart rate, it can also increase one's blood pressure and mental alertness.
This substance can become addictive even in it's unrefined, crude form.5 uses per Adventure A sealed container often worn around the neck and affixed to chain, the Lunalocket is a strongly constructed vessel used for storing the most sought after currency in all of Lunaria; Luneri.
Think of them as safety deposit boxes, except far more permanent. If extraction is a must, extreme force will undoubtedly be required.+10% damageFor decades, the Arkhirian empire, along with it's army of elite warriors, maintained near-complete dominion over the region now known as Thorberth. Small, yet mighty, this versatile fighting force would effortlessly vanquish any enemy that stood in their path, and appeared to be unstoppable.
Composed of merely 5000 men, each equipped with a weapon known only as the 'Stampeder', this relatively small platoon would go on to bring great success and recognition to the land of Arkhire. Although strong and courageous, their true power lay within the swords they grasped, and the opposition was very much aware of this.
Little did the Arkharian's know, there were traitors within their ranks, or more precisely, spies. These treasonous renegades were given one mission, and one mission only; Infiltrate the group, and dispose of their weapons. Normally an assignment like this would be dangerous, and require some serious planning, but when your targets are fresh off a victory, and known boozehounds, it can actually be quite painless.
Swiftly and efficiently, the undercover agents gathered up all of the swords in the middle of the night, and transported them away from the Arkharian's base. Rather than keep these weapons for themselves, they decided that it would be in the best interest of everybody, to simply destroy them. One by one, the swords were melted down, until all that remained was a metal of unknown origin. Unsure of how to dispose of this metal, the group decided to form it into small, round pieces, in hopes of passing them off as gold coins, never again to be distinguishable for what they really are.
The was only one problem...
The designer of the Stampeder, and the only person in existence with the ability to identify this metal, was still very much alive. Not only was he on the hunt for this rare substance, but he was looking to revive his most precious of creations!+10% damageFor decades, the Arkhirian empire, along with it's army of elite warriors, maintained near-complete dominion over the region now known as Thorberth. Small, yet mighty, this versatile fighting force would effortlessly vanquish any enemy that stood in their path, and appeared to be unstoppable.
Composed of merely 5000 men, each equipped with a weapon known only as the 'Stampeder', this relatively small platoon would go on to bring great success and recognition to the land of Arkhire. Although strong and courageous, their true power lay within the swords they grasped, and the opposition was very much aware of this.
Little did the Arkharian's know, there were traitors within their ranks, or more precisely, spies. These treasonous renegades were given one mission, and one mission only; Infiltrate the group, and dispose of their weapons. Normally an assignment like this would be dangerous, and require some serious planning, but when your targets are fresh off a victory, and known boozehounds, it can actually be quite painless.
Swiftly and efficiently, the undercover agents gathered up all of the swords in the middle of the night, and transported them away from the Arkharian's base. Rather than keep these weapons for themselves, they decided that it would be in the best interest of everybody, to simply destroy them. One by one, the swords were melted down, until all that remained was a metal of unknown origin. Unsure of how to dispose of this metal, the group decided to form it into small, round pieces, in hopes of passing them off as gold coins, never again to be distinguishable for what they really are.
The was only one problem...
The designer of the Stampeder, and the only person in existence with the ability to identify this metal, was still very much alive. Not only was he on the hunt for this rare substance, but he was looking to revive his most precious of creations!+10% damageFor decades, the Arkhirian empire, along with it's army of elite warriors, maintained near-complete dominion over the region now known as Thorberth. Small, yet mighty, this versatile fighting force would effortlessly vanquish any enemy that stood in their path, and appeared to be unstoppable.
Composed of merely 5000 men, each equipped with a weapon known only as the 'Stampeder', this relatively small platoon would go on to bring great success and recognition to the land of Arkhire. Although strong and courageous, their true power lay within the swords they grasped, and the opposition was very much aware of this.
Little did the Arkharian's know, there were traitors within their ranks, or more precisely, spies. These treasonous renegades were given one mission, and one mission only; Infiltrate the group, and dispose of their weapons. Normally an assignment like this would be dangerous, and require some serious planning, but when your targets are fresh off a victory, and known boozehounds, it can actually be quite painless.
Swiftly and efficiently, the undercover agents gathered up all of the swords in the middle of the night, and transported them away from the Arkharian's base. Rather than keep these weapons for themselves, they decided that it would be in the best interest of everybody, to simply destroy them. One by one, the swords were melted down, until all that remained was a metal of unknown origin. Unsure of how to dispose of this metal, the group decided to form it into small, round pieces, in hopes of passing them off as gold coins, never again to be distinguishable for what they really are.
The was only one problem...
The designer of the Stampeder, and the only person in existence with the ability to identify this metal, was still very much alive. Not only was he on the hunt for this rare substance, but he was looking to revive his most precious of creations!+10% damageFor decades, the Arkhirian empire, along with it's army of elite warriors, maintained near-complete dominion over the region now known as Thorberth. Small, yet mighty, this versatile fighting force would effortlessly vanquish any enemy that stood in their path, and appeared to be unstoppable.
Composed of merely 5000 men, each equipped with a weapon known only as the 'Stampeder', this relatively small platoon would go on to bring great success and recognition to the land of Arkhire. Although strong and courageous, their true power lay within the swords they grasped, and the opposition was very much aware of this.
Little did the Arkharian's know, there were traitors within their ranks, or more precisely, spies. These treasonous renegades were given one mission, and one mission only; Infiltrate the group, and dispose of their weapons. Normally an assignment like this would be dangerous, and require some serious planning, but when your targets are fresh off a victory, and known boozehounds, it can actually be quite painless.
Swiftly and efficiently, the undercover agents gathered up all of the swords in the middle of the night, and transported them away from the Arkharian's base. Rather than keep these weapons for themselves, they decided that it would be in the best interest of everybody, to simply destroy them. One by one, the swords were melted down, until all that remained was a metal of unknown origin. Unsure of how to dispose of this metal, the group decided to form it into small, round pieces, in hopes of passing them off as gold coins, never again to be distinguishable for what they really are.
The was only one problem...
The designer of the Stampeder, and the only person in existence with the ability to identify this metal, was still very much alive. Not only was he on the hunt for this rare substance, but he was looking to revive his most precious of creations!+10% damageFor decades, the Arkhirian empire, along with it's army of elite warriors, maintained near-complete dominion over the region now known as Thorberth. Small, yet mighty, this versatile fighting force would effortlessly vanquish any enemy that stood in their path, and appeared to be unstoppable.
Composed of merely 5000 men, each equipped with a weapon known only as the 'Stampeder', this relatively small platoon would go on to bring great success and recognition to the land of Arkhire. Although strong and courageous, their true power lay within the swords they grasped, and the opposition was very much aware of this.
Little did the Arkharian's know, there were traitors within their ranks, or more precisely, spies. These treasonous renegades were given one mission, and one mission only; Infiltrate the group, and dispose of their weapons. Normally an assignment like this would be dangerous, and require some serious planning, but when your targets are fresh off a victory, and known boozehounds, it can actually be quite painless.
Swiftly and efficiently, the undercover agents gathered up all of the swords in the middle of the night, and transported them away from the Arkharian's base. Rather than keep these weapons for themselves, they decided that it would be in the best interest of everybody, to simply destroy them. One by one, the swords were melted down, until all that remained was a metal of unknown origin. Unsure of how to dispose of this metal, the group decided to form it into small, round pieces, in hopes of passing them off as gold coins, never again to be distinguishable for what they really are.
The was only one problem...
The designer of the Stampeder, and the only person in existence with the ability to identify this metal, was still very much alive. Not only was he on the hunt for this rare substance, but he was looking to revive his most precious of creations!Teleports you to Talmuth, after 5 secondsA mystical scroll that summons a portal, transporting you directly to Talmuth's Town Center.
If used within an adventure, you will abandon all your recently discovered items and experience. You'll be spared your life and loadout, but emerge with a strong desire for a nap and a hearty meal!1 use+10% damageFor decades, the Arkhirian empire, along with it's army of elite warriors, maintained near-complete dominion over the region now known as Thorberth. Small, yet mighty, this versatile fighting force would effortlessly vanquish any enemy that stood in their path, and appeared to be unstoppable.
Composed of merely 5000 men, each equipped with a weapon known only as the 'Stampeder', this relatively small platoon would go on to bring great success and recognition to the land of Arkhire. Although strong and courageous, their true power lay within the swords they grasped, and the opposition was very much aware of this.
Little did the Arkharian's know, there were traitors within their ranks, or more precisely, spies. These treasonous renegades were given one mission, and one mission only; Infiltrate the group, and dispose of their weapons. Normally an assignment like this would be dangerous, and require some serious planning, but when your targets are fresh off a victory, and known boozehounds, it can actually be quite painless.
Swiftly and efficiently, the undercover agents gathered up all of the swords in the middle of the night, and transported them away from the Arkharian's base. Rather than keep these weapons for themselves, they decided that it would be in the best interest of everybody, to simply destroy them. One by one, the swords were melted down, until all that remained was a metal of unknown origin. Unsure of how to dispose of this metal, the group decided to form it into small, round pieces, in hopes of passing them off as gold coins, never again to be distinguishable for what they really are.
The was only one problem...
The designer of the Stampeder, and the only person in existence with the ability to identify this metal, was still very much alive. Not only was he on the hunt for this rare substance, but he was looking to revive his most precious of creations!+10% damageFor decades, the Arkhirian empire, along with it's army of elite warriors, maintained near-complete dominion over the region now known as Thorberth. Small, yet mighty, this versatile fighting force would effortlessly vanquish any enemy that stood in their path, and appeared to be unstoppable.
Composed of merely 5000 men, each equipped with a weapon known only as the 'Stampeder', this relatively small platoon would go on to bring great success and recognition to the land of Arkhire. Although strong and courageous, their true power lay within the swords they grasped, and the opposition was very much aware of this.
Little did the Arkharian's know, there were traitors within their ranks, or more precisely, spies. These treasonous renegades were given one mission, and one mission only; Infiltrate the group, and dispose of their weapons. Normally an assignment like this would be dangerous, and require some serious planning, but when your targets are fresh off a victory, and known boozehounds, it can actually be quite painless.
Swiftly and efficiently, the undercover agents gathered up all of the swords in the middle of the night, and transported them away from the Arkharian's base. Rather than keep these weapons for themselves, they decided that it would be in the best interest of everybody, to simply destroy them. One by one, the swords were melted down, until all that remained was a metal of unknown origin. Unsure of how to dispose of this metal, the group decided to form it into small, round pieces, in hopes of passing them off as gold coins, never again to be distinguishable for what they really are.
The was only one problem...
The designer of the Stampeder, and the only person in existence with the ability to identify this metal, was still very much alive. Not only was he on the hunt for this rare substance, but he was looking to revive his most precious of creations!+10% damageFor decades, the Arkhirian empire, along with it's army of elite warriors, maintained near-complete dominion over the region now known as Thorberth. Small, yet mighty, this versatile fighting force would effortlessly vanquish any enemy that stood in their path, and appeared to be unstoppable.
Composed of merely 5000 men, each equipped with a weapon known only as the 'Stampeder', this relatively small platoon would go on to bring great success and recognition to the land of Arkhire. Although strong and courageous, their true power lay within the swords they grasped, and the opposition was very much aware of this.
Little did the Arkharian's know, there were traitors within their ranks, or more precisely, spies. These treasonous renegades were given one mission, and one mission only; Infiltrate the group, and dispose of their weapons. Normally an assignment like this would be dangerous, and require some serious planning, but when your targets are fresh off a victory, and known boozehounds, it can actually be quite painless.
Swiftly and efficiently, the undercover agents gathered up all of the swords in the middle of the night, and transported them away from the Arkharian's base. Rather than keep these weapons for themselves, they decided that it would be in the best interest of everybody, to simply destroy them. One by one, the swords were melted down, until all that remained was a metal of unknown origin. Unsure of how to dispose of this metal, the group decided to form it into small, round pieces, in hopes of passing them off as gold coins, never again to be distinguishable for what they really are.
The was only one problem...
The designer of the Stampeder, and the only person in existence with the ability to identify this metal, was still very much alive. Not only was he on the hunt for this rare substance, but he was looking to revive his most precious of creations!+10% damageFor decades, the Arkhirian empire, along with it's army of elite warriors, maintained near-complete dominion over the region now known as Thorberth. Small, yet mighty, this versatile fighting force would effortlessly vanquish any enemy that stood in their path, and appeared to be unstoppable.
Composed of merely 5000 men, each equipped with a weapon known only as the 'Stampeder', this relatively small platoon would go on to bring great success and recognition to the land of Arkhire. Although strong and courageous, their true power lay within the swords they grasped, and the opposition was very much aware of this.
Little did the Arkharian's know, there were traitors within their ranks, or more precisely, spies. These treasonous renegades were given one mission, and one mission only; Infiltrate the group, and dispose of their weapons. Normally an assignment like this would be dangerous, and require some serious planning, but when your targets are fresh off a victory, and known boozehounds, it can actually be quite painless.
Swiftly and efficiently, the undercover agents gathered up all of the swords in the middle of the night, and transported them away from the Arkharian's base. Rather than keep these weapons for themselves, they decided that it would be in the best interest of everybody, to simply destroy them. One by one, the swords were melted down, until all that remained was a metal of unknown origin. Unsure of how to dispose of this metal, the group decided to form it into small, round pieces, in hopes of passing them off as gold coins, never again to be distinguishable for what they really are.
The was only one problem...
The designer of the Stampeder, and the only person in existence with the ability to identify this metal, was still very much alive. Not only was he on the hunt for this rare substance, but he was looking to revive his most precious of creations!+10% damageFor decades, the Arkhirian empire, along with it's army of elite warriors, maintained near-complete dominion over the region now known as Thorberth. Small, yet mighty, this versatile fighting force would effortlessly vanquish any enemy that stood in their path, and appeared to be unstoppable.
Composed of merely 5000 men, each equipped with a weapon known only as the 'Stampeder', this relatively small platoon would go on to bring great success and recognition to the land of Arkhire. Although strong and courageous, their true power lay within the swords they grasped, and the opposition was very much aware of this.
Little did the Arkharian's know, there were traitors within their ranks, or more precisely, spies. These treasonous renegades were given one mission, and one mission only; Infiltrate the group, and dispose of their weapons. Normally an assignment like this would be dangerous, and require some serious planning, but when your targets are fresh off a victory, and known boozehounds, it can actually be quite painless.
Swiftly and efficiently, the undercover agents gathered up all of the swords in the middle of the night, and transported them away from the Arkharian's base. Rather than keep these weapons for themselves, they decided that it would be in the best interest of everybody, to simply destroy them. One by one, the swords were melted down, until all that remained was a metal of unknown origin. Unsure of how to dispose of this metal, the group decided to form it into small, round pieces, in hopes of passing them off as gold coins, never again to be distinguishable for what they really are.
The was only one problem...
The designer of the Stampeder, and the only person in existence with the ability to identify this metal, was still very much alive. Not only was he on the hunt for this rare substance, but he was looking to revive his most precious of creations!+500 health over 5 secondsThe Raven Ring is a beautifully crafted piece with a Rawthite band and a mesmerizing Galaxy Stone setting, making it feel like you're wearing the universe on your finger.
While elegant, it's also devastating to monsters, as it drains their health when they come too close.
However, the stone's power temporarily fades after prolonged use, requiring time to recharge its energy.
A raven sees all from its perch, especially the secrets hidden in plain sight, just beyond a bridge.5 uses per Adventure
Robina GreenwoodRareOutfitCollectibleIndestructibleRobina's mission is simple, take from those that don't deserve, and distribute to people in need.
Equipped with an expertise in stealth, and the ability to pick locks like no other, Robina wastes little time getting in and out of even the most secure of structures, undetected. Not one to shy away from her acts, Robina will often leave notes at the scene of her crimes, letting her victims know that their greed will not be tolerated.
Despite technically being a wanted fugitive, Robina manages to outsmart authorities at every turn, to avoid being caught. She doesn't work alone however. Due to her compassionate nature, she's highly respected amongst locals, who often provide food and shelter in order to protect her.
Cloaked in green, and quick as a cat, when it comes to the holiday season, Robina will stop at nothing in order to bring Christmas joy to those that need it the most.
Exclusive to Christmas 2020! 
SnowstormLegendaryMorphCollectibleIndestructibleAllows shapeshifting into this form.
+50% movement speed while active.Once a protector of the frozen wetlands now known as Ayorke, Snowstorm was a cold-blooded beast, with a chilling thirst for vengeance.
Encountering Darthrauka is an unpleasant experience to begin with, but in times of war, being in opposition to his ever-increasing pursuit of worldly domination, doesn't often bode well for you.
Mitreus, a frost god, learned this lesson the hard way. Rather than eliminate Mitreus entirely, Darthrauka felt that a life of torment as a puny creature, would be far more torturous a punishment, than death. Condemning Mitreus to life as a wolf, Darthrauka figured his enemy would be rendered but a mere, harmless beast. Except he was wrong.
Having retained a modicum of power following transformation, Mitreus soon became a menace for Darthrauka, and his minions, posing fierce opposition to his plans, for centuries. With a newly acquired form of swiftness and strength, little did Darthrauka know, that rather than issue damnation, he had unleashed himself... a Snowstorm! 
The Lost StampederRareSword (Two-Handed)CollectibleIndestructible+10% damageFor decades, the Arkhirian empire, along with it's army of elite warriors, maintained near-complete dominion over the region now known as Thorberth. Small, yet mighty, this versatile fighting force would effortlessly vanquish any enemy that stood in their path, and appeared to be unstoppable.
Composed of merely 5000 men, each equipped with a weapon known only as the 'Stampeder', this relatively small platoon would go on to bring great success and recognition to the land of Arkhire. Although strong and courageous, their true power lay within the swords they grasped, and the opposition was very much aware of this.
Little did the Arkharian's know, there were traitors within their ranks, or more precisely, spies. These treasonous renegades were given one mission, and one mission only; Infiltrate the group, and dispose of their weapons. Normally an assignment like this would be dangerous, and require some serious planning, but when your targets are fresh off a victory, and known boozehounds, it can actually be quite painless.
Swiftly and efficiently, the undercover agents gathered up all of the swords in the middle of the night, and transported them away from the Arkharian's base. Rather than keep these weapons for themselves, they decided that it would be in the best interest of everybody, to simply destroy them. One by one, the swords were melted down, until all that remained was a metal of unknown origin. Unsure of how to dispose of this metal, the group decided to form it into small, round pieces, in hopes of passing them off as gold coins, never again to be distinguishable for what they really are.
The was only one problem...
The designer of the Stampeder, and the only person in existence with the ability to identify this metal, was still very much alive. Not only was he on the hunt for this rare substance, but he was looking to revive his most precious of creations!
Draft WinderRareLongbow (Ranged)CollectibleIndestructible+10% chance to FreezeNayle watched carefully through the wind tormented trees.
Timing the sway of the branch his quarry was hiding behind, he let an arrow fly from his Draft Winder bow.
It skimmed past the swaying branch and pierced the quarry, dropping it to the ground with a thud. 
Amberhive CharmRareArtifactCollectibleIndestructible+400 health and +400 energy over 5 secondsLegends tell of a great, golden hive, hidden deep within the whispering groves of the Sunveil Wilds, where the bees were not mere insects, but keepers of an ancient magic. Their honey was said to hold the warmth of the sun, their wax a fortress against time, and their hum a song of balance and renewal.
The Amberhive Charm is one of the last surviving relics from that fabled hive. Crafted by the first Hivekeepers, it was said to grant the bearer the strength of the swarm—resilience to endure, energy to persist, and the quiet wisdom of nature’s endless cycle. Those who wear it can feel the pulse of the hive, a steady rhythm that surges through their veins, mending wounds and restoring vitality in times of need.2 uses per Adventure
Lifeblood CharmRareArtifactCollectibleIndestructible+350 health and +450 energy over 5 secondsForged in the twilight of an age long forgotten, the Lifeblood Charm is said to be a relic of the Elders of the First Dawn, a secretive order that once guarded the sacred flow of life itself.
It is whispered that their rituals allowed them to weave vitality into form, capturing the essence of renewal within enchanted gemstones.2 uses per Adventure
Ember of MightRareArtifactCollectibleIndestructible+24 weapon damage and 5% Crit ChanceThe Ember of Might is a smoldering remnant from the forge of an ancient warlord, where weapons of legendary power were crafted.
This ember still burns with the intensity of a thousand battles, imbuing its bearer with both raw strength and the precision needed to strike critical blows.
Its glow intensifies in the heat of combat, enhancing the wielder's attacks with devastating impact and deadly accuracy.
Those who carry the Ember of Might are said to wield the fury of the warlord himself, leaving a trail of fallen foes in their wake.
Idol of the DamnedRareArtifactCollectibleIndestructibleReduces all damage by 10%Contrary to popular belief, even the most diabolical of beings, will often participate in ceremonial procedures of death. A way of honoring their fallen soldiers, for carrying out a life of unholy horrors, against the enemy.
Commonly buried amongst the dead, are miniature, dark idols; effigies of evil. Ominous figurines of hardened clay, with unknown purpose. What do these creations represent? What is their true purpose? Studying these idols, in order to obtain such information, is nearly impossible, as very few have ever managed to escape the petrifying world, below.
What we do know, is that malicious creatures of the underworld, rarely do anything, without purpose, and therefore, there's a very good chance that these terrifying ceramic figures, aren't as harmless as they appear...
Mark of the CovenRareArtifactCollectibleIndestructibleLeeches up to +25 health and converts it to energy from nearby monsters up to 1500 health (The effect is stronger the closer you are to the target)A moderately powered amulet imbued with dark magic.
This mystical trinket siphons life from nearby enemies, transferring their vitality to the wearer.
However, its power wanes over time, leaving its owner vulnerable when the magic fades.
Crude BiceRareArtifactCollectibleIndestructible+10% Movement Speed for 40 seconds, 60 second cooldownDeemed unlawful to possess in some regions, Bice is a stimulant that affects one's central nervous system creating a 'positive' sensation.
Elevating a users heart rate, it can also increase one's blood pressure and mental alertness.
This substance can become addictive even in it's unrefined, crude form.5 uses per Adventure 
LunalocketRareContainer consumed on inspectVirtualDestructibleA sealed container often worn around the neck and affixed to chain, the Lunalocket is a strongly constructed vessel used for storing the most sought after currency in all of Lunaria; Luneri.
Think of them as safety deposit boxes, except far more permanent. If extraction is a must, extreme force will undoubtedly be required.
Talmuth Teleport ScrollUncommonConsumed on useVirtualDestructibleTeleports you to Talmuth, after 5 secondsA mystical scroll that summons a portal, transporting you directly to Talmuth's Town Center.
If used within an adventure, you will abandon all your recently discovered items and experience. You'll be spared your life and loadout, but emerge with a strong desire for a nap and a hearty meal!1 use
Raven RingEpicArtifactCollectibleIndestructible+500 health over 5 secondsThe Raven Ring is a beautifully crafted piece with a Rawthite band and a mesmerizing Galaxy Stone setting, making it feel like you're wearing the universe on your finger.
While elegant, it's also devastating to monsters, as it drains their health when they come too close.
However, the stone's power temporarily fades after prolonged use, requiring time to recharge its energy.
A raven sees all from its perch, especially the secrets hidden in plain sight, just beyond a bridge.5 uses per Adventure