cinderfolk

This lock of hair smolders with an otherworldly flame.

Woven from the hide of a scale wolf, it seems to be the work of an experience apprentice.

The warding gem of this tarnished necklace has become riddled with hairline cracks from use, weakening the enchantment.

Rather old coins that don't seem to be made of anything particularly valuable, but their condition, design, and what seems to be the most minor of enchantments upon them may make them desireable to some.

A robe adorned with some modest decorations that indicate it's original owner's minor accomplishments.

The facets that once held rather large gems have been stripped of their treasures, leaving only a trace of the magic they once imbued this loop with.

A hood of modest quality often worn by low-standing members of the order.

Fine craftsmanship and precious materials can just barely be made out beneath the pitted, corroded surface of this simple stud.

The last vestiges of magic flicker dimly in the runic carvings upon on this scorched bony digit.

Judging by the scorch marks, it seems to have done a poor job serving as the previous owner's lucky cap, but you get the sense that when they fell, they did so fashionably.

A lethal blade, ready to belch cinders upon meeting its target, and incredibly hot to the touch as though it just came from the forge. Perhaps too hot for most.

Large and unwieldy, but still more than capable of bashing skulls in.