Blocks and stations (items)

Ordinary dirt, which out here is an achievement.

The Wane has trouble unmaking stone. It is too patient.

Trees grow back fastest where the Wane is thick. Loggers say the rings are sometimes in the wrong order.

Near the surface, as if it wanted to be found.

The same iron Aurel burned in his beacons. It still wants to stand in a line.

Essence that pooled and hardened under a thousand years of dirt.

Faintly lit from inside. Delvers say it is the Wane dreaming.

Stone that let the Wane win.

A small borrowed piece of the town’s light. The Grown hate them.

Sand, fired clear. It keeps a little of the light that made it.

Every Nyrathi workbench has the same knot in the same place. Nobody knows why.

The Flame’s poor cousin. It will cook anything, but it will not remember you.

Where good steel is made better, and sometimes worse.

Nyrathi chests all lock the same way. Nobody has ever lost the key, because there isn’t one.

A door is a promise about who gets to come in. Nyrathi carpenters carve the names into the frame.

Snow falls where the Wane has forgotten what used to be there.

Water that the Wane stopped halfway through unmaking.

Ground the Wane is still chewing.

Aurelmark burned for a hundred days. Some of it blew this far.

The Wane’s idea of a tree, after hearing one described.

Lava that cooled mid-sentence.

Iron, glass and a bit of the town’s light. Hang it in a tunnel and the tunnel is yours.

A crystal that remembers being lit, caged in mythril. It fills a whole cavern.

Two rails, some rungs, and a way up that does not need wings.

Straw, planks and a blanket. Sleep in it once and, when the world knocks you down, you can wake up here instead of in town.

Brick from before the Binding. Somebody laid it very carefully, a long time ago.

You can stand on it if you do not think about it too hard.

Silver that fell from somewhere higher than the sky and never quite landed.