A timely whistle to save a life.
Pantarbe, floating rock, skystone, drifting earth…
One of the legendary unholy treasures
Also known as the Staff of the Bodyguard
Brumborion’s blade, the fang of the north, ice razor, the glacial sword, Givone’s Favor
Curiosity killed the cat…
A small collection of magic items intended to limit or negate the powers of a magic user
Pain is inevitable; suffering is optional.
Ogelend, Border Reiver
A piece of crystallized magic.
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
Somehow, someway, a band of gnomes learns how to be ninjas. In fine gnomish style, they open an academy to teach this art to other gnomes. Wacky Hijinks ensue. Or the gnomes become some of the finest assassins in the land. Or both.