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?
Manufacted during the heyday of the Old World, these rods contain the elemental power of flame.
The blade of the adamant blossom…