So much gone, so much I can’t remember. but I have my spells, and that is all I need to deal with you.
Last words of Thuulgar the Wicked
The sword of swords, it is what it needs to be.
The engines and playthings of the artificer kings.
You can’t tell safe water from bad, well unless there is a pile of rotting bones in it with not a scrap of flesh left on ‘em and then it’s pretty obvious.
PVT. Quinn, memoirs
The cloud doesnt have much of a smell. It looks like fog until it’s on you and then it’s two late. A couple of sucking breaths and your chest is one fire and your eyes are bleeding. Terrible stuff, but if you think it is tough on the living, you should see what it does to the dead
PVT Thomas Quinn.
A glowing green stone flowing with the elemental power of evil
The skull of the dragon of dark illusions
A standard book of evil.
The fifth generation of gynoid robots produced for the inhabitants of Technopolis.
A handsome bed set, obviously expensive and likely both old, and imported.
A symbol of achievement, an icon of arrogance and pride, a pinnacle of alchemical purity.
A sentinel, a defender of humanity, standing against the hosts of the eternal night.
A potent drink gauranteed to turn good folk into depraved and desolate madmen.
Lady Carse of Tekne
A rare sight, but one dreaded by the foes of dwarvendom.
The largest warship of the Terran Hegemony capable of landing on Earth and launching again into orbit.
Gauranteed to protect you from nightmares, hexes, and the diseases of the loins
Behold, for I am the form of Destruction
Inscription on the Virednith
Revenge, but at what cost?
This stuff will make you a sexual Red-Frilled Blood Dragon.
Jesk, Orcish gladiator
What secrets does this box of magic cigars hold?
In nature, for instance, a rhino has flies and ticks etc, that live on the hide and live off the blood. Rhino will visit and lie in ponds where turtles will clean the underwater portion of the ticks and a species of bird will clean the the top of ticks and other parasites. What if where the characters camp there were a species of animals that lived off wounds of the creatures. PCs camp. Anybody with wounds on there body are soon covered with small rodent - insect - shadows - whatever. Would immediately see it as a threat I would imagine. But perhaps one of the wounded didn't wake up when it happened, and when they did finally wake they were completely healed. Perhaps somebody was warned of something attacking them but they were able to notice that the wound was actually getting smaller instead of larger. Or maybe they successfully beat the creatures off them and don't notice an improvement, marking this place never to rest at ever again....later learn that villagers send their wounded there but they keep it a guarded secret because they don't want all the attention or traffic and what comes with such a special gift. Could turn into something more too if characters decide to start blabbing about it.