Shadow Star

Shadow Star was a ring formed of black steel, onyx, and amethyst. It contained the twin souls of Kaz Riley of K'arth and Tebitnezalrae.

Lore

Rain poured overhead as the aburaxii sat beside a crackling fire, drying his woolen cloak on a tree branch beside him. The woods were dense here, and the path to the capital was long and fraught with danger. He wouldn’t add to it and senselessly risk his life to pneumonia by pressing forward in the cold, heavy rainfall. The weather has been strange lately. Kaz noticed the trees bending in the storm. The wind is blowing from the west, isn’t it? He’d never heard of the wind shifting so dramatically before. It was nearing the beginning of Highsun, yet the temperatures had dropped dramatically. The wind whipped and raged and snapped tree limbs like twigs. He glared ruefully into the tiny fire as it tore free momentarily and sighed closer, warming his hands.
He had been resting in a small rock shelter for over an hour now. Kaz retrieved the small vial of poison from his pouch, emptying it in a crevice, and carefully removed the wendigo heart from his saddlebag. He began crushing the heart with ground root of sintra, a potent and poisonous herb, and sprinkled a powder from another pouch into the mortar. Once the consistency was right, he poured the mixture into a vial of water and replaced the stopper. He shook it to mix, then set it over the fire to boil. As the concoction boiled it would draw out the properties of the powder, turning the liquid green. Satisfied with his work, he carefully placed the vial of poison back into its pouch and began to clean his swords, count his bolts, and sharpen his daggers and knives.
Monster hunters, known across the Greensea as the Tene’ztari of K’arth (or more simply as hunters), were both praised as heroes and feared by the general populace. A true Tene’ztari could easily slaughter an entire den of monsters - or villagers. When a Tene’ztari went rogue or was driven mad by a monster’s curse, it was the job of another hunter to track him down and kill him like the monster he had become.
The life of a hunter was meticulous and grisly. The hunter must memorize everything he could about monsters and magical creatures or else perish along the Boudea, the Solemn Path, as many others had before. He had to be quick-witted and adaptable to any situation, always prepared for a fight.
And yet, even among the Tene’ztari, the aburaxii has no home. He scowled at the thought and sheathed his dagger hard, looking out toward the grey sky’s rolling clouds. The rain wasn’t letting up. He flexed his fingers and began carving a piece of wood near the fire, the light shake of his hands betraying the anxiety burgeoning deep within his mind. The wind was blowing from the wrong fucking direction.

Item type

Clothing / Accessory