Cheating death always has a price. For those who don the Shroud of Ster, the price is pain and suffering for ages.
Many men have looked at the birds and envied thier innocent flight, and looked at the fish and envied thier serene swimming. Felonious Twist was a mage that saw a connection.
Made by an anarchist trying to seed dissent, the potions actually work better than normal potions of understanding languages ... sort of.
This item is silly.
On the 6th world, there are a few lands with no dragon-lord to guard them. These lands are called the lost lands and the land and the people within face hard times every day, and winter is no easier…
A metal found deep in the bowels of the earth. It stays warm even after years away from the forge.
Using the three simple spells enchanted into this dagger,a clever player can acomplish great things.
A world reknown jester was no fool when his mis-applied one of his amusing spells to create a unique way to carry his loot.
A sword made by ancestors, of ancestors, for desendants. The spirits of the warriors gone before help serve this blade’s master in battle.
We’ve seen magicians pull rabbits out of a hat, but have you ever seen a druid pull a boar out of his shirt?
A pike that holds the spirit of a brave slain warrior.
The deluxe weapon for every adventurer. A short sword with a small extra dimesional space in the handle.
The rampaging goblin army that fell the Great Castle Craghold used this evil catapult to do it. That, and a number of their troops as sacrifice…
Axes were made to cut down trees. The Living Trees of Blackwood forest decided the best thing for thier axe to cut down was men.
When valuable fish start floating downstream dead, the people of Shori fear for the worst.
A beautiful, broken land tended by feudal families. Densely forested, this land holds many mysteries in the areas not cleared, and some mysteries are dangerous.
If you don’t already know about this classic innovation, you really need to.
A member of demons from another plane come to feast on our pain, Bualgathor is an outcast among his kind, for he feasts on the pain of other horrors
A staff that was supposed to give control over all the elements was horribly warped by a misspoken incantation.
There lies a valley, far to the west, on the shores of The Great Northern Sea, that has a mist that is both blessing and curse. All those that breath the mist heal with remarkable speed, so fast that only the mightiest blow or the truest strike can fell the smallest beast. The warriors who settled this land became soilders of great renown, for not only were they impenetrable defenders, they were warriors whose aim and might were unsurpassed.
A cleaver the size of a large shield.
A plague has hit the local area.
In humans it affects only the most vulnerable, the children and the very old, and even than it's little more than a summer cold. 24 hours of sniffles and then it's gone, barely noticeable really.
To sheep however it is fatal and the whole economy of the area is in serious trouble. If this keeps up the area could well be facing famine.
Somebody (enter the PCs) must find the rare herbs needed to make a cure.