Garruk's Ossuary & Bestial Emporium
Est. 2025 • Half-orc Warlock (The Undying) / Artificer (Alchemist) (multiclass flavor)
Garruk's Ossuary & Bestial Emporium
The shop is a dim, bone-littered cave of curios: skulls hang from rafters, bottled eyes follow customers, and the counter is a slab of ribcage lacquered to a hi...
Shopkeeper
Garruk Throatsong, a Half-orc Warlock (The Undying) / Artificer (Alchemist) (multiclass flavor) (Lvl 15)
Keeper's Species
Half-orc
Shop Inventory
(18)A warm, heavily veined egg the color of beaten gold. Garruk claims it was 'gently acquired' from a desperate wyrm's hoard. Dangerous, priceless, and possibly illegal to sell in civilized realms.
Tiny, iridescent egg. Hatches in a few months into a loyal pseudodragon familiar if cared for.
A rollicking pup with a collar of woven silver. Ideal as a loyal scout or pet.
A dried eye that still makes flesh crawl if stared upon too long. Useful for monster-hunter rituals and potion-making.
A small black jar that stains like midnight spent at sea. The ink clings to metal and soul alike.
A coagulated, preserved heart that pulses when a grave is near.
Crafted from the femurs of a chimera and strung with wyvern tendon. Emits a low, mournful creak when fired.
A serrated dagger formed from a dragon's fang. It twitches when orators lie nearby.
A heavy cloak sewn from shed scales of a young red drake and lined with charred hide. The scales shimmer like hot coals.
A hooded shawl woven with silvery threads and the down of blink kits. Soft voices seem to come from its weave.
A small pact-bound imp in a cage-jar. Garruk sells a basic contract to bind it as a familiar; it is less obedient than a naturally hatched familiar.
A single living eyestalk preserved in a glass tube. It watches and follows movement, and murmurs in a tongue you almost understand.
A thick, metallic-tasting liquid distilled from dragon blood and scale dust. Drinking sparks a firey hunger in the lungs.
A bitter brew that tastes of honey and iron. Grants a burst of heterogenous vitality.
A carved skull of unknown beast with teeth like needles; fits a candle inside and sheds uncanny light.
A small cloth bundle of tiny bones, claws and vertebrae useful for minor familiars, spell components, or grisly decoration.
A vile of oily red liquid labeled in Garruk's cramped script. Smells faintly of brimstone and cinnamon.
A shimmering dust. When inhaled in tiny amounts it mends sinew and calms venom.
Garruk Throatsong
Shop Atmosphere
“The shop is a dim, bone-littered cave of curios: skulls hang from rafters, bottled eyes follow customers, and the counter is a slab of ribcage lacquered to a high sheen. Garruk haggles with a soft, gravelly laugh — he'll buy living beasts (within reason) for cash, favors, or rare components; he keeps a ledger of grudges and promises. He offers free tea made from phoenix ash to trusted patrons (slightly caffeinated, mildly warm), will trade secrets for a rare specimen, and refuses to sell certain necromantic organs to clerics of life domains. Garruk's familiars wander the shop (a sleepy imp in a jar, a blink-dog who sleeps on the counter, and a cooing fae moth). He sometimes appraises items for 50 gp (small trinkets) to 5,000 gp (major trophies) and accepts barter. Beware: some items hum with a faint appetite and may try to leave when Garruk isn't looking.”
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