To the winds with memorizing spells and counting mana points.
A piece of crystallized magic.
A compilation of magical staves that summon servants.
Few things attract attention quite like the death of a star.
Conosca abbastanza per essere impaurito, molto impaurito
Motto of Cinque-Parte Polygnostic
Named Timberwings; for the girth and strength of their wings were as elder oaks, thick and tireless
Beringia, the sinking kingdom.
Dont mind him, he’s just a rag man
Clochardshire resident, common quote
Gentlemen, BEHOLD! The celestial spider!
30 painted ladies of the oldest profession. Reader discretion is advised.
The last masterpiece of master fletcher Jugan of the Lorug Phreng
Dal Nastro, little more than a smudged footnote in mankind’s history of expansion.
The 13 living statues of the Dal Nastro ruins
A floating sphere of rusted iron spikes, no good can come of this.
Dire Ape, I choose you!!!
The individual beings of the race that came between the creation of the world, and the creation of the mortal races.
First, you get the gold. Then you get the power. I could care about the women, I’ve had the men in the palm of my hand since I was 17.
Memoirs of Wealth, excerpt
A metal that can only be tempered once, and ever after it shall know no flame, nor shall heat harm it
A sword with a bitter history and a dark stigma
We need a bigger gun…
These magical boots empower the wearer with several abilities at once. Wondrous leaping, water-walking, and even flying! Yet the boots possess an insidious curse upon them as well. A deep and almost unfathomable (by others) feeling of listlessness, boredom, and even apathy affects the boots' wearer at all times whenever they are donned. Magic will not dispel the effects.
And so while the wearer of the boots can perform great feats of action during combat or at other opportune times and key moments, they'll never really want to do so, complaining "Meh, what's the point of it all anyway?" or "I would fly up and save us all guys, but sigh, maybe uhm, soonish, mkay? Bit bored by this whole burning tower at the moment."
Naturally the boots wearer's fellow PCs will grow quickly frustrated with this arrangement. There have been numerous occasions when one angry PC literally tears off the boots from his companion's feet in anger, and dons them in turn, only to immediately suffer from the same effects.
The solution lies in constantly "motivating" the boots' wearer with successful rolls, involving threats, flattery, fiery speeches, or even bribery.