The Midnight Reliquary
Est. 2025 • Human Warlock
The Midnight Reliquary
The shop plays a slow violin tune at odd hours and always has a kettle on the back burner simmering black tea. The proprietor insists customers leave a scrap of...
Shopkeeper
Adalinde Mora, a Human Warlock (Lvl 12)
Keeper's Species
Human
Shop Inventory
(16)The Sunsword's hilt, polished but warm, thrums with a trapped, sorrowful intelligence. The blade that forms is pure light and burns the shadows as a true dawn. The hilt is sentient and seeks Strahd's destruction.
A polished hilt that conjures a blade of living light. Its luminous edge makes undead flinch like children from dawn.
A polished black wand inlaid with a single silver feather. It hums with the certainty of a blown cartridge and never misses its mark.
A platinum amulet shaped like a small sun with a smoky crystal at its heart. Its feathers of raven-etched silver hum faintly. The symbol repels vampires and can flare with true sunlight.
A heavy iron ring with a faintly carved raven. It settles on your finger like a promise of protection.
A brittle scrap of vellum sealed under wax and black ribbon. The ink glitters faintly like the inside of a raven's wing.
A corked crystal phial labeled with a small carved cross. Drops of it steam like breath on cold stone when uncorked.
A service the shop offers: silvering a blade so it gleams with a pale, cold edge. Effective against lycanthropes and certain cursed beasts.
A flat black coin with the image of a raven in flight. Hold it to your ear and you hear distant wings.
A vial of bitter, tangy paste labeled 'wolfsbane and rue' in a handwriting that trembles. Smells like iron and ash.
A black lantern whose wick burns a cold, silver light. When its light pushes through the mists the fog part as if bowing.
A dust-dark leather book stitched with raven-quill thread. Its margins hold notes in a hand you half-remember seeing in a fog-bound chapel.
A dark cloak embroidered with tiny silver ravens. It smells faintly of cold rain and rosemary.
A stitched vial of ruby liquid that warms the chest and stitches together ragged flesh and spirit.
A thicker, brighter draught brewed with rue and moonlit water. Heals deeper wounds and frayed endurance.
A crystalline phial sealed with wax and a raven-feather tag. Its warmth sings of second chances.
Adalinde Mora
Shop Atmosphere
“The shop plays a slow violin tune at odd hours and always has a kettle on the back burner simmering black tea. The proprietor insists customers leave a scrap of written regret when they buy a major item and will offer a warm, oddly comforting stare that lasts an uncomfortable beat longer than polite.”
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