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The Emberlash is a whip braided from the sinew of salamanders and tipped with ever-burning coals. When cracked through the air, it leaves a shimmering trail of heat that scars stone and terrifies shadows. Rumors whisper that each blow sears a fragment of memory from both wielder and victim, stitching them together in a tapestry of pain and power. The Emberlash is a whip braided from the sinew of salamanders and tipped with ever-burning coals. When cracked through the air, it leaves a shimmering trail of heat that scars stone and terrifies shadows. Rumors whisper that each blow sears a fragment of memory from both wielder and victim, stitching them together in a tapestry of pain and power.

Skarnroot, the living fossil, stalks the prehistoric marshlands on knuckled claws, its hide armored with slabs of mossy stone. It uproots trees with a grunt and feeds on volcanic springs, eyes glowing with a slow, ancient cunning that has outlasted epochs. Skarnroot, the living fossil, stalks the prehistoric marshlands on knuckled claws, its hide armored with slabs of mossy stone. It uproots trees with a grunt and feeds on volcanic springs, eyes glowing with a slow, ancient cunning that has outlasted epochs.

Deep within the Umbral Warrens, the Echo Wolf prowls—its fur a roiling tapestry of shadows, eyes like coals plucked from the last fire of the world. It leaves no tracks, only a lingering echo of mournful howling that rattles in the bones of those who dare trespass. Some say to meet its gaze is to see every regret you’ve ever buried. Deep within the Umbral Warrens, the Echo Wolf prowls—its fur a roiling tapestry of shadows, eyes like coals plucked from the last fire of the world. It leaves no tracks, only a lingering echo of mournful howling that rattles in the bones of those who dare trespass. Some say to meet its gaze is to see every regret you’ve ever buried.

The Scrimshaw Oracle is a weathered walrus tusk etched in spirals and scenes from a hundred forgotten lives. When pressed to the ear, it whispers prophecies in the voices of drowned sailors, promising both doom and salvation in the next tide. The Scrimshaw Oracle is a weathered walrus tusk etched in spirals and scenes from a hundred forgotten lives. When pressed to the ear, it whispers prophecies in the voices of drowned sailors, promising both doom and salvation in the next tide.

The Silent Menagerie is a collection of glass cages hidden beneath the palace, each holding a creature made of shadows, dreams, or vanished songs. When the torches gutter low, their shapes flicker and twist, and faint music drifts through the halls—reminding those above that not all treasures are meant to be seen. The Silent Menagerie is a collection of glass cages hidden beneath the palace, each holding a creature made of shadows, dreams, or vanished songs. When the torches gutter low, their shapes flicker and twist, and faint music drifts through the halls—reminding those above that not all treasures are meant to be seen.