Level 9 - Guild Master of Idea Hounding
The wristbands look ordinary. Sure, they may be a couple centuries old, but they weren't iron. They were another, magical metal, and they were strong enough to stop even the biggest sword, if you're fast enough. But they also draw the attention of another, who will hound you to your grave.
The Outpost World of Tydor, shrouded in its cloak of mists and silence. Once people lived here, but no more, and not a clue to where they went.
Where the ships float, empty, and the ocean lay wide and empty, where the northern lights shine and the winds chill live the Gesthari. Wraithlike predators who ride the storms.