Power and fury incarnate.

The light shines strongest at the end of days.

A meticulously-crafted replica of the Holy Symbol of Ravenkind.

A skillfully made, small size replica of the Icon of Ravenloft.

Feeling lucky?

Trust none who serve but the Mother Night.

This stone quakes with the memory of a tailor forced to create coats for Strahd. Hundreds of them, but they were never right.

These silver gauntlets are partially melted, and envelop your hands and weapons. Do not eat.

To those with patience and faith, it was always certain that Barovia would be one day freed from the grip of Strahd. Most who held that belief died before that happened, but their patience endured in this garment.

This hammer shudders in the presence of chains, both in metal and mind.

A glass that seeks the heart.

Pull your enemies out of their own minds.

This cloak is perfectly tailored and incredibly comfortable. Pity you can't see it. It appears Strahd enchanted it to render itself invisible in the event of his demise.

Tear them apart.

Drag them down into the depths, where no light can reach them.

Lost in an earlier age, these enchanted spectacles hone one's eyes to see the most minor of details.

Barovia calls those who have seen its mists, even after they've returned home.

This crystalline bow turns your breath to mist, but you can still feel warmth in your fingertips.

Pin them down.