Amulet of Invisibility

Torchlight flickers In the recesses of the crypt at Temple Duskenthorpe. The lap of each flame refracts off the obsidian slopes of an amulet. Junior Paladin Vulkor holds his creation to the dim light. Beads of ice cold sweat trickle down his soot-blackened brow. Magic like this shouldn’t come from a paladin’s hands, but what use are those rules now?

The pointed framework, adorned with crimson and coal-colored gemstones, circles a radiant blood red crystal. It hasn’t always been that color – its source forbidden – but Vulkor had no choice.

A pair of seconds pass as he examines his hasty work. ‘Not bad for a rush job’ he concludes. The all-too-familiar, distant clang of blade on armor on flesh and scream dashes him back to his present.

He slips his new creation onto his chain and raises his sword to check his reflection. What reflection? Perfect. It works.

He steps over the still-warm corpse of an initiate. ‘A necessary sacrifice’ he tells himself, the rouge glint of the amulet’s heart sparkling in morbid agreement. He ascends the stairs to the main hall. To a way out. The torchlight stills. He is barely a whisper on the wind.