dungeon thornhaven castle

Heavy plate etched with the royal stag, now veined with living shadow.

Flowing leg wraps that leave trails of fading whispers when the wearer moves.

Robes that once clothed the royal mages. The void inside still hungers.

A delicate circlet that whispers the last words of the fallen court.

Leg armor wrapped in withering vines that still try to strangle their wearer.

Once worn by the royal hunters. The fabric now pulses with shade.

A ranger's cowl overgrown with black thorns from the castle gardens.

Leg armor that once marched beside the king. The metal still remembers.

The final helm of Lord Vaelor, still bearing the oath he swore to his king.

Ethereal wings woven from living shadow. They remember the fall of the court.