Voss's Vault of Velvet Ash
Est. 2025 • Pit Fiend-borne Cambion Warlock (Fiend patron, infernal pact)
Voss's Vault of Velvet Ash
Sazriel Voss will not sell to anyone who refuses the 'welcome ash'—a ritual where he sprinkles a pinch of powdered brimstone onto the buyer's palm and whispers ...
Shopkeeper
Sazriel Voss, a Pit Fiend-borne Cambion Warlock (Fiend patron, infernal pact) (Lvl 14)
Keeper's Species
Pit Fiend-borne Cambion
Shop Inventory
(16)A blackened ebony wand with veins of molten copper. Warm to the touch and emits a faint smell of brimstone.
A small ledger bound in leather that seems to breathe. Pens and ink feel drawn to it.
A supple chain shirt hammered from dark iron that never fully tarnishes. Heat lines run along links.
Arrows tipped with glasslike brimstone. They hiss faintly when loosed.
A vial of glowing red liquid flecked with ash. Tastes like smoked sugar.
A thin ring of blackened gold with a single red mote that pulses like a heartbeat.
A scrap of parchment that rearranges itself to show nearby hellish locales and safe passages for the next 24 hours.
A prepared, volatile tattoo pattern that can be inscribed by a skilled infernal tattooist.
A long cloak woven from shadow-silk; its collar appears to move like a serpent's tongue.
A small lantern whose flame is grey and gives off no warmth. Shadows cling to it.
A quill that signs names for you—literally. It dips itself and writes in a neat, earnest hand.
A tin of warm, ash-scented salve. When applied, the skin shimmers like hot metal.
A jagged contraption of black glass, gears that grind without moving, and a heartstone cracked down the middle. Its label reads in cramped infernal: 'Promised to deliver sovereignty. (Needs calibration.)'
Small stubby candles that burn with a cold orange light. Soot-free.
A sleeveless leather vest with ember-threading; warms the wearer and seems to soften footsteps.
A scroll sealed with wax and a tiny iron shard. The ink smells faintly of sulfur.
Sazriel Voss
Shop Atmosphere
“Sazriel Voss will not sell to anyone who refuses the 'welcome ash'—a ritual where he sprinkles a pinch of powdered brimstone onto the buyer's palm and whispers a benign, binding phrase. He constantly catalogs transactions in a ledger that occasionally argues back. The shop smells of smoked honey and iron; infernal brass instruments play low, mournful notes at unpredictable intervals. Haggling is expected and sometimes takes the form of trade in secrets rather than coin. Goods sometimes come with tiny printed clauses in Infernal that enact trivial oaths when accepted—Sazriel delights in pointing them out after the sale.”
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