A compilation of magical staves that summon servants.
The last masterpiece of master fletcher Jugan of the Lorug Phreng
A floating sphere of rusted iron spikes, no good can come of this.
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…
A magic weapon common among the Orcish tribes
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
The players see a small shrine to the local nature deity just of the trail. Before they even approach it, they can smell the foul stench of rotting meat. If they inspect the shrine, they can see it has been desecrated by rotting organs in the last few days. There is no mistaking it for an obscure ritual, the organs are thrown everywhere, not left in specific places as in sacrifice.
If the players try to clean the shrine, they will soon find it has been boobytrapped to fling sharp splinters covered in the rotting gore in every direction. While only doing a few points of damage, they injured players will likely take sick soon unless they get medical attention.