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?
Manufacted during the heyday of the Old World, these rods contain the elemental power of flame.
The blade of the adamant blossom…
Sound the call of alarm and light the fires in the trenches, the time for war is upon you!
The first power cores
only peasants and commoners call them wizard’s robes, those of the art know their true name.
A group of humans living in a mountainous area have spent generations mining, drinking home made liquor, and generally not spreading the gene pool around enough. The end result is a sub-race of humans who no longer have necks, rather their heads protrude from the upper portion of the torso between the shoulders. They have beards, and lacking the ability to turn their heads, can only see what they are directly facing. They are simple and to the point, and direct to the point of bluntness.