A comforting and inspiring presence surrounds you as you hold this cloak. Arcane runes run along the edges of this fine cape, and masterfully drawn on the silken lining is an incredibly detailed map of a place named 'Blackmoor'.

These masks were given to Menzoberranzan's most trusted guards.

This clothing is spun entirely from the silk of some arachnid. It is strong, flexible, and nearly weightless.

The demonic energy of the Abyss is capable of corrupting even the most Divine.

Stomping feet and racing beats of hearts that don't ever slow.

This plain, silver ring emits a burning energy.

This helm was taken from the body of a fallen Drider said to be one of Lolth's personal guards.

This mighty blade has become an embodiment of the madness of the Demon Lords. Some of that madness seeps into you.

No longer Muck's Doom. He will rise. Seek the Sealed Altar.

The sun does not shine upon this blade, though it retains its predecessor's ability to lash out at nearby foes.

While wearing this circlet, you feel a surge of immense power.

Though no longer as apt for critical strikes, these weapons have other ways of leaving their mark.

Though no longer as apt for critical strikes, these weapons have other ways of leaving their mark.

Though no longer as apt for critical strikes, these weapons have other ways of leaving their mark.

Though no longer as apt for critical strikes, these weapons have other ways of leaving their mark.

Though no longer as apt for critical strikes, these weapons have other ways of leaving their mark.

Though no longer as apt for critical strikes, these weapons have other ways of leaving their mark.

Though no longer as apt for critical strikes, these weapons have other ways of leaving their mark.

Though no longer as apt for critical strikes, these weapons have other ways of leaving their mark.

Though no longer as apt for critical strikes, these weapons have other ways of leaving their mark.