One drop for a cluster of flowers, three drops for a tree, no more, no less.
Vampiric panties? What a base a vulgar term, they are discretionary undergarments. Please, they are Braies of the Tides.
It's just a shoddy old hand bag, pay it no mind.
T'was a great roar, milord, and the ground was rent and the horses took their bits in their teeth and there was much confusion. No magic could reach so far, and none of our magehounds scented wizards. We do not know the deviltry of the enemy, and for this we lost the battle.
No chain is heavier than the one forged by the passage of years.
A black sword, blessed with elemental power, and tainted with hatred and rage
The CAS, manufactured initially by the Eurasian Alliance and then by the combined Earth Alliance, would make a turning point in the conflict between the Terrans and the Colonials
Produced by Indarista-Yaril, the Id.Y-11 Heavy tank, often called the Intimidator or the Irradiator, is one of the most feared vehicles on a battlefield
She was our first warship. By god we weren’t going to roll over and show those damned arrogant space bastards our bellies.
Arthur Eastmorland, retired Welder
A brutal type of footwear.
The primary weapon of the Fulminator mk. I
The Waresian Armoire dates back to the height of the kingdom of Waresia, a period known for it’s love of baroque and the macabre
A healing charm with an… annoying side effect
Crystals have long be heralded as recepticals of magic power. Ice too, is a crystal.
Hammered from Stygian steel and inlaid with demonbone and bejeweled with demon jade and black diamonds, the blackest of blackguards are filled with lust and envy to possess this armor
A Restorative item for machines
It is the will of the King that a commision be formed to create a vehicle capable of bringing the firepower of a warship inland, without need of towage, transportation, protection. It must be self-reliant, able to withstand the rigours of battle. And it must be big.
30 ways to show off wealth
You can always recocognize a guardsman by his truncheon, tonburry hat, and pimple coat.
An Elven made memory stone
With a huge number of sacrificial victims, another realm long ago secretly bound a Prince of the land spirits, Iorstonn by name, thus ensuring the fertility, and improving the magical defences, of their realm. But binding that Prince to one spot has disrupted the weather and magical patterns (ley lines?) over half the continent. Things have become bad enough that a coalition has been formed to rectify the situation, once divinations have established the cause.
Your party is one of the teams assembled to do the rectification: find the binding object and steal it ("so that we can destroy it here in our realm, of course"...*) or destroy it over there. Presumably the Prince will be grateful to his rescuers and angry at the binders, but with a greater spirit like Iorstonn one can never be sure: such beings are "tricksy".
* Of course, the rulers of our realm might want to control Iorstonn for their own ends...