Items

Your starting weapon. Awkward against demons but better than empty hands. Has a long reach that keeps beasts from closing.

Forged by the blacksmith once you've earned a little trust. Faster than the pitchfork, good against multiple lesser beasts in a swing.

A heavy lantern with an iron spike welded to its base. Doubles as light source and bludgeon — swing burns oil but staggers spirits.

Cleaver consecrated by Father Aldred. Cuts demons cleanly; mortals find it heavy. Costs trust with the priest if you ever defile it.

Stripped from the mansion crypt at considerable risk. Its weight matches your guilt; its edge does not dull.

What you arrived in. Offers no protection but the townsfolk find you less threatening than someone in chainmail.

First real armor available — the hunter trades it for two well-bred onions and a story. Stops a beast's claws cold; demons still get through.

Heavy and noisy. Slows you in the fields but turns most demon strikes into bruises. The blacksmith fits it for free if you've fed the town enough.

Forged from the ribs of what you killed in Cave 4. Father Aldred refuses to bless it. The doctor wonders aloud what it does to your sleep.

Refills your lantern; essential for surviving nightfall. Burns at a fixed rate per in-game hour after dusk.

Stops bleeding and a little pain. Free at the clinic if the doctor likes you; the shop charges three times what it should.

Bread the priest has consecrated. Demons hate the smell. Stale after three days; useless after seven.

The doctor brews it from carrots and something he won't name. Steadies your hand for the night you visit the mansion.

Starting bed. Sleeping recovers full stamina; nightmares optional, depending on the day you had.

Built early in autumn or you regret it by winter. Heats the cabin and keeps the worst spirits outside.

A small shrine the priest helps you assemble. Praying nightly grants a small trust boost with Father Aldred — and a different kind of dream.

Built from straw and cloth. Wards crows from your fields and, on some farms, sees things. Don't ask which.

Black-veined timber from the woods east of the farm. The blacksmith refuses to burn it; the carpenter will, for a price.

Mined in the caves. The blacksmith pays well; the demons will pay you in scars to get to a node.

Black fluid that beads from demons after they fall. The librarian collects vials; the priest insists you burn yours.