Aftermath of the Shattered Circle

The battle left the hillside littered with broken staves, rent robes, and churned earth where a small cabal attempted a dark ritual. The cultists fell in disarray — some clutching crude daggers and cheap trinkets, others wearing bits of scrap armor and stolen coin. At the ruined center lay the chaos mage's scattering of arcane paraphernalia: a warped wand, pages torn from a ritual grimoire, and a cracked glass orb still humming with faint, unstable power. The party picks through battlefield spoils: mundane gear worth salvaging, ritual components partially tainted by chaotic residue, a handful of gemstones taken from victims or used as ritual foci, and a few items of clear supernatural provenance that might be sold, studied, or dismantled by a savvy crafter.