Quest Items Items — Page 2

Smooth, mineral-rich mud prized for its soothing qualities.

Scraps of metal debris from Lowlands rocket tests.

Guaranteed to chase Stratus Flu out by its tail.

Wax in its larval stage, before emerging as a respectable letter seal.

Bitter. Like when you say 'no worries' but it is, in fact, all worries.

Bitter. Like when you say 'no worries' but it is, in fact, all worries.

The grinder Tanice uses every morning in the Crosslands. Its uneven little rhythm is sometimes the first music she hears all day.

A medicinal tonic patiently waiting for Candlewic to remember it exists.

Please deliver this to Hardtack unopened. Thank youuuuuu!

The crate gives off a rich and envigorating aroma...

High impact, low blast. Totally safe for amateurs.

A prototype device that emits calibrated resonance waves to clear obstructions within the beacon conversion lattice. Also enjoyed by spirits.

If you squint hard enough, it sort of looks like a birdhouse.

A crate of lush potted plants, selected to bring a little Wilderness indoors.

'Tea House Closing! Civilization to Follow!'

'False Alarm! World is NOT ending!'

Music from around the Crosslands, gathered to inspire something new.

Rare sight: Amano sharing his favorite drink.

The message is gone, but the medium still bears the curse.

Part of an old-country recipe for floral syrup.

These pages didn't get this wet on their own. Make of that what you will.

Evidence of what 'put-together' looks like in the wild.

A serious apology for a serious infraction.

A delivery receipt from Mr. Kit's Household Comforts & Mail-Order Goods, Ltd.

A delivery receipt from Mr. Kit's Household Comforts & Mail-Order Goods, Ltd.

Everything a bear needs to nap in luxury.

A measure of wild dew; it tastes of brisk mornings and sun-soaked fog.

A small profile digital audio sampler with automatic activation trigger.

For keeping the worst day of your life from becoming the last.

Step 1: install above head. Step 2: boogie.

A moment worth keeping, captured for posterity.

USAGE: Supply Kit for Struggling Waystations. NAME: Doinks was cat #5. Miss u Doinks.

Covered in plans that made sense at 2AM.

Hardtack claims that this is the best bagel to be found in the Crosslands.

So rescuers know exactly whose luxurious towel they found.

Roomie keeps one nearby in case home stops being safe again.

A stabilized reagent engineered for controlled detonation.

Botanists couldn't be bothered naming it properly. Just added 'exquisite' and called it a day.

Unfiltered, heartfelt, and slightly overwhelming notes from spirits who really, really like Tanice's music.

Not a care package yet. Just... expecting. A care package-to-be.

They look nice, but they smell a little sad.

But does it NEED to be farewell...?

A fragrant bundle. Tuck it under your pillow to keep the storms out of your dreams.

Said to lead someone to their destiny. Doubles as emergency cordage.

Look up, find the stars, and remember that being lost is not the same as having no way forward.

An epic Feast of Bears photo, ready for the Crossland Chronicle's special Feasting edition.

A neatly composed photo ready to run in print.

A special present crafted to bring seasonal delight to spirits!

The note reads:\n\'Your next clue lies\nat a pier in the skies.'

A piece of paper that says you need papers to collect paper.

Ready for your questionable duets.

Ready for your questionable duets.

A musical oddity.. yet no tea.

The Molina equivalent of catnip. Watch his pupils dilate.

Holds heat exceptionally well. Holds odors even better.

A device for measuring Crosslands weather anomalies. Somehow still works after weeks of being strapped to a wild fluffalo.

A crafted pile of fluff for a recovering cloudbeast.

A tuft of the fluffiest fluffalo wool.

The lungwort gives it an unpleasant chewiness no beverage should possess.

A piece of Maya's spirit, torn loose by the storm and still searching for its whole.