The wooden beams groan softly as a night breeze slips through the half-open shutters, carrying the scent of rain-soaked jungle and distant cookfires. Inside the Horny Al-Miraj, the warmth of the hearth’s dying embers mingles with the aroma of spiced stew, ale-soaked wood, and damp leather.

At the long picnic-style table, a handful of miners nurse their drinks, their voices hushed after a long day in the Emerald Cradle Mine. A scarred dwarf, his knuckles still dusted with ore, leans in toward his comrades, muttering about "a new shaft that just... ended. Like something swallowed the stone whole." Across from him, a broad-shouldered dragonborn with a freshly bandaged hand chuckles bitterly.

"That's not the strangest thing down there." He lifts his mug in a silent toast to whatever horrors the mines hold.

Against the far wall, two Immortals of Karsis—their polished breastplates catching the dim glow of lantern light—stand in quiet conversation, their expressions unreadable. One of them, a bronze dragonborn with a heavy greataxe across his back, tosses a handful of carved bone dice across a low table, watching them rattle against the wood before grunting in mild frustration. His companion, a red-scaled sergeant, merely shakes his head.

At the bar, Joris van den Berg, the camp’s smith, wipes his hands on a soot-stained rag as he leans against the counter, trading words with Lidewij, the innkeeper’s wife. She listens with a practiced ear while deftly refilling a patron’s mug.

"Felt a tremor today," Joris says, his voice rough from years of smithing.
"Bah, we always feel tremors," Lidewij replies, though her fingers tighten subtly around the tankard she’s polishing.

A lantern swings gently overhead, its flickering light casting long, shifting shadows over the walls. Beyond the thick wooden door, the night sounds of Camp Immortal stir—the low howl of a distant beast, the hushed voices of patrolling guards, and the steady, rhythmic dripping of water from the stone eaves.

Another night in Camp Immortal.

Here’s a list of 20 uncommon and 5 rare magical items available for sale at Camp Immortal. Prices are based on typical guidelines and adjusted for the remote, high-demand nature of Camp Immortal.

Uncommon Magic Items

Alchemy Jug – 2,000 gp
A ceramic jug capable of producing various liquids, including water, honey, or wine.

Bag of Holding – 3,500 gp
A seemingly ordinary bag with an interior space larger than its exterior dimensions.

Boots of Elvenkind – 2,500 gp
Grants advantage on Dexterity (Stealth) checks.

Cloak of Protection – 3,500 gp
+1 bonus to AC and saving throws while wearing it.

Decanter of Endless Water – 3,000 gp
A magical decanter capable of producing water in various amounts.

Driftglobe – 1,500 gp
A small sphere that casts Light or Daylight upon command.

Eversmoking Bottle – 2,500 gp
Produces a continuous, thick cloud of smoke when opened.

Goggles of Night – 2,000 gp
Grants darkvision up to 60 feet or increases existing darkvision by 60 feet.

Helm of Comprehending Languages – 1,500 gp
Allows the wearer to understand any spoken or written language.

Javelin of Lightning – 3,000 gp
Transforms into a bolt of lightning when thrown.

Lantern of Revealing – 2,500 gp
Reveals invisible creatures or objects within its bright light.

Mithral Chain Shirt – 5,000 gp
Light and flexible armor that doesn’t impose disadvantage on Stealth checks.

Pearl of Power – 4,500 gp
Restores a spell slot of up to 3rd level once per day.

Potion of Fire Breath – 400 gp
Grants the ability to exhale fire as an attack.

Potion of Greater Healing – 200 gp (each)
Restores 4d4 + 4 hit points.

Quiver of Ehlonna – 2,500 gp
A quiver capable of holding numerous arrows, bolts, or javelins.

Rope of Climbing – 2,000 gp
A magical rope that can climb or tie itself on command.

Winged Boots – 5,500 gp
Grants a flying speed equal to walking speed for up to 4 hours per day.

Rare Magic Items

Amulet of Health – 8,000 gp
Sets the wearer’s Constitution score to 19.

Bracers of Defense – 12,000 gp
Grants +2 AC while not wearing armor or using a shield.

Cloak of the Manta Ray – 6,000 gp
Allows the wearer to breathe underwater and swim at a speed of 60 feet.

Ring of the Ram – 10,000 gp
Grants charges to deliver forceful strikes or push enemies.

+1 Weapon (Longsword) – 7,000 gp
A weapon that grants +1 to attack and damage rolls.

Scholar's Jungle Hut: Secrets of the Emerald Throne Citadel

The overgrown ruins of the abandoned hut sit near the crater’s edge, their walls cloaked in vines and moss. The faint hum of magical residue lingers in the air, hinting at secrets yet uncovered. There is a locked door (DC15 Dexterity).

Clues About the Emerald Throne Citadel

1. A Carved Obsidian Tablet:
   Found among the rubble, this tablet is etched with ancient Rakshasan script and faintly glowing runes. A DC 15 Intelligence (Arcana or History) check reveals that the inscriptions describe the Emerald Throne Citadel, an opulent fortress ruled by King Saudasa, known for his cunning and ruthless domination of serpentfolk.

   • A passage reads:
     “The Emerald Throne stood as the pinnacle of might, its foundations forged in the blood of serpents. Those who dared challenge Saudasa’s reign found themselves crushed beneath his emerald light.”

2. Broken Statuary Fragments:
   Scattered across the study are chunks of shattered jade and gold statuary. The largest piece is part of a tiger-headed figure, the remnants of an arm holding a serpent by the neck. A DC 15 Investigation check reveals that the statue matches descriptions of King Saudasa found in the scholars’ notes.

3. Faded Scrolls in Orb of Preservation (below):

   A Hidden Compartment:
   

4. Beneath a collapsed desk is a hidden drawer containing a small emerald seal of an open hand. This is the sigil of Saudasa’s court. The seal radiates faint magical energy, and a DC 13 Identify spell or check reveals it to be a symbolic key to Rakshasan rituals (opens door in the well)

Magic Items Left by the Scholars

1. Orb of Preservation: with the Scroll of the Kashmala

   • A crystalline sphere that can hold one fragile object, such as a scroll, artifact, or delicate sample, within an invisible stasis field. The item inside is protected from decay, damage, or magical effects until removed.

Atmosphere of the Hut

This abandoned site carries the weight of forgotten knowledge and untapped secrets. The faint glow of magical residue, the whispers of Rakshasan lore, and the scattered remnants of scholarly research offer tantalizing hints about the Emerald Throne Citadel and King Saudasa’s dark reign. As the Sentinels explore the study, they may piece together the mysteries of the crater and the powers that still linger beneath its surface.

The Betrayal of the Emerald Throne

Overview

Two rakshasa, Putana, Youngest Son of Ravana, and Dvaarash Karnak, masquerading as miners, arrive at Camp Immortal. Their mission: to reclaim a legendary artifact hidden in the Splintered Tomb, an ancient rakshasa citadel buried beneath the camp. The artifact is accessible only with a magical signet ring—an heirloom passed down among rakshasa bloodlines. The two rakshasa appear cooperative, but one harbors darker ambitions.

In the dead of night, Dvaarash Karnak, a sorcerer fueled by prophecy and ambition, murders his companion to seize the ring, revealing his rakshasa nature in the process. The victim's finger is missing, severed along with the ring that grants access to the Splintered Tomb.

The Splintered Tomb & Karnak’s True Purpose

Dvaarash Karnak and the Kashmala: The Skull of King Saudasa

Dvaarash Karnak does not seek mere wealth or dominion—he seeks what was lost.

Long ago, King Saudasa, the last ruler of the Emerald Throne Citadel, perished in a cataclysmic asteroid strike. Unlike the kings before him, he did not submit to the sacred Kashmala ritual of Kapala, the rite in which a failing ruler's skull is emptied, drained, and drunk from by his successor, ensuring that his wisdom and knowledge would never be lost. Whether by arrogance, fear, or cruel fate, Saudasa died unconsumed, and with him, the knowledge of the last great rakshasa empire vanished.

To the Kashmala, his death was a blasphemy against the natural order. A king should not be taken by random catastrophe—he must be judged, unmade, and reborn through those who surpass him. But Saudasa was denied this fate, and his knowledge was scattered like ash in the wind.

For centuries, the Kashmala have sought his skull, believing that if they retrieve it and complete the Kapala, they may yet reclaim his wisdom, his ambitions, and the lost path to Rakshasa supremacy.

Karnak, one of the Gold-Marked Lords of the Kashmala, has made this his life’s purpose. He has studied ancient texts, followed half-buried prophecies, and shed blood in the pursuit of Saudasa’s remains. Now, his path has led him to Camp Immortal and the Splintered Tomb, where he believes the King’s skull still endures.

But Saudasa’s defiance did not go unanswered.

Name and Purpose of the Structure

Name: The Emerald Throne Citadel
Purpose: Once a seat of rakshasa power, the Emerald Throne Citadel was a magnificent bastion of arcane and psionic power. Hidden beneath a veil of illusion, it was both a temple to Rakshasa deities and a center for the political and military dominance of their kind. The asteroid strike that obliterated it was seen by some as divine retribution, though survivors wove their own mythologies around the event.

The Rakshasa Sorcerer

Name: Dvaarash Karnak
Backstory: A cunning and ambitious sorcerer who specializes in illusions and enchantments. Dvaarash learned of the artifact from a forbidden rakshasa prophecy, spoken in riddles, passed through a secretive rakshasa cabal. These prophecies claimed the artifact would crown a rakshasa as the supreme ruler, uniting their fractured factions and challenging Ravana's dominance.