<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Person</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.imgur.com/lbT13g1.jpg)<br/>The Maiden in Ivory is a bit of a local legend.  She's supposedly a spirit that makes the waterways of Dhergham her home who was once the beloved pet of a local sage.  Seeing how lonely her master was, the Maiden wanted to help him, but as a simple serpent she felt powerless to do anything.  Some say she made a deal with a sorcerer and gained a form that would let her be there for him.  Others that she was changed by a storm straight out of the Wyld.  Whatever the case may actually be, whether the story of a beloved pet seeking to offer solace to her dear master is true or not, people have claimed to have encountered a gorgeous, pale skinned and silvery haired woman, singing a sad song as she gazes up at the moon from a nearby riverbank, only to retreat when approached.</div></div><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Place</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.imgur.com/IZmNK1q.jpg)<br/>Located in the mountains to the south there is a lone statue seemingly carved from the very face of the rock itself.  An armored figure holding the hilt of a sword, from which pours forth a stream of clear, cold water, like a blade that changes color with the shifting of weather, sun and moon.  No one knows who carved it, where the water comes from, or if there is anything more to it than mere decoration.  Travelers have claimed that they've heard sounds coming from within the mountain, but despite efforts to find an entrance to some hidden structure, nothing has come of any such venture.</div></div><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Thing</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.imgur.com/XL19z0S.jpg)<br/>There is a story whispered by anyone that wanders the roads and wilds of Dhergham, speaking of an unholy terror stalking the night in search of victims.  What is it?  Where did it come from?  No one truly knows.  A First Age experiment?  Some poor soul hopelessly twisted by the rakshasa?  It matters little.  What is known, or claimed to be known, is that it strikes swiftly, cruelly playing with its food before rending them limb from bloody limb, and leaving only a husk of unwanted meat and cracked bones in its wake.</div></div>