The Iron Hoard
Apr 13 - Jun 20, 2026
Current Holder
Dougie White
Bloodmoon Cipher
The Dragon Remembers What You Forget
The Dragon's Eye Never Blinks
Aspects refreshed Jun 22, 2026
The Bloodmoon Cipher was forged in the first vault incursion when a raider survived the dragon's breath during a total lunar eclipse. The dragon's fire mixed with moonlight to create an encrypted mark on the survivor's soul - a cipher that contains the collective memory of all who have survived the Hoard's trials during bloodmoon phases. Each subsequent bearer decodes more of this ancient knowledge, becoming a living repository of survival wisdom.
The tag pulses with a faint crimson glow during lunar events, its deep crimson enamel inlay shifting like liquid mercury beneath the surface. Tiny angular runes cover the iron disc, rearranging themselves into new patterns when held to moonlight. The edges are deliberately jagged, as if torn from something larger, while the back bears a smooth patch where generations of hands have gripped it. The tag weighs significantly more than standard tags - as if holding accumulated memory - and its surface temperature fluctuates based on proximity to the vault.
The Bloodmoon Cipher acts as a key to the vault's hidden algorithms - bearers can sense the underlying systems that govern survival odds, giving them subtle advantages in reading the course's danger zones. However, this connection to the Hoard's systems also marks the bearer for increased scrutiny from the dragon itself.
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Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Born when a dragon sneezed during an eclipse, the Bloodmoon Cipher is heavy, glowing, and already judging you. The runes shift just to be difficult, and its temperature spikes like a broken HVAC unit. It holds ancient wisdom, sure, but mostly it’s waiting for a hero strong enough to lug this pretentious paperweight around the dungeon.
Dougie White looted the chest and found tag #40, the Bloodmoon Cipher. It’s glowing, heavy, and judging his grip already. The runes are shifting, likely critiquing his backhand form. He’s the first to carry this crimson headache into the raid. Survival of the fittest, or at least the one with strong shoulders.