Harpies are chimeric creatures, with the heads and torsos of maidens and the wings legs and tail-feathers of vultures. Legends say that they were made to be servants of the gods, but if that is the case, one can only wonder at what service the gods truly had in mind. This is due to the Harpies’ unending hatred for mankind. There has never been any peace between the beasts and humanity, and with the number of ships wrecked against the lands’ cliffs, peace seems a far off dream. Many men have been deceived by the Harpies, who use their youthful appearance to lure men closer. If their beautiful faces can’t do

Myths say that the first sword in existence was granted a soul by a god and carried with him through the heavens. The constellation still marks the passage of the god and his living sword as they patrol the cosmos, rooting out chaos where they find. Inspired by legend, an ingenious enchanter set out to create his own sentient sword. He nearly made it just as the myths stated, but could never create a soul for it, and each subsequent enchanter who attempted to perfect his technique fell into the same trap. Instead of having its own soul, the Animius (as the first enchanter called it) shares a soul with its

Wraiths are the souls of those who couldn’t imagine a world without life; a spirit that refuses to accept that it has passed beyond its mortal coil; a ghost of envy and darkness. Much like those spirits with unfinished business, Wraiths cannot pass on to the next phase of existence because of their insurmountable desire to be alive again. This desire has so consumed them that they have little else. All personality, wishes, emotions and dreams have been subsumed within this one great wish: to become alive. There is nothing they will not do become a living person again. A Wraith’s desire for life has become its greatest weapon against the

The Corrupted Skull truly looks like it was taken from the body of demonic hellspawn. It has three eye-holes, twisted goat-like horns, teeth reminiscent of a canine predator, and runes and markings have beeb scrimshawed all over it. Simply looking at the Skull leaves one feeling uncomfortable, never mind holding it. However, if the stories are to be believed, the original owner of the Skull was a normal mortal man, who became corrupted by decades of dabblings in the dark arts and arcane mysteries of the aether. The deeper he delved into the dark oceans of the aether, the more his body changed until he looked more at home within those

Vanity is a sin, yet humanity has not and seemingly will never learn that lesson. Once, so legend claims, the gods decided to make an example out of a beautiful queen and so teach all her subjects and everyone who would hear her tale of the dangers of pride and vanity. Unfortunately, it didn’t work. The Necklace of Discordia still passes from bloodied hand to bloodied hand, creating misfortune and strife wherever it goes. Yet, humanity simply cannot put it down, cannot leave it be, cannot stop themselves from using it. It’s allure is simply too strong. The Necklace, in the shape of two intertwined serpents, does not have a magic