A shard of Typhoon set into an exceedingly large amber, this powerful pendant grants clarity of sight and temper to the wearer, as well as several other powers over the storm.
This ice-crafted armor is a gift from the three-aspected Goddess of Water to her chosen.
An evershifting blade of ice, this is the weapon gifted to the chosen of the three-aspected goddess of water.
The bronze half plate of the Flame Knight, this armor serves to protect the wearer with the blessing of the Lord of Fire.
The silver and gold longsword of a knight of flame.
A set of polished silver and gold tea cups and saucers, and accompanying silver serving plate, that will serve on its own.
A brightly colored ink that hardens the skin.
The shattered remnants of a divine weapon, a certain amount of power remains in these bits of celestial metal.
Centaur-crafted marching drums, imbued with firey power.
A masterwork katana meant to give souls to the undead.
A magical synthetic limb, with the power to call Lightning and Thunder.
In the far reaches of a long-lost wilderness, there stands a forgotten town inhabited only by children. Though they appear normal enough, their eyes burn with madness, and they speak in a foreign, archaic tongue. Nearly a millenia ago, a powerful spell had gone awry, or maybe it had succeeded - in any case, it ended up blessing, or cursing, an entire generation of children with agelessness. However, as the centuries passed, the children's parents grew old and died, the buildings of the town crumbled to earth, and even the civilization itself faded into history, becoming lost to time. All that remained were the children, driven mad by the psychological toll of living for hundreds of years beyond their age. In time, most children died, killed off by fighting amongst themselves, while many others were driven to suicide. Only a small handful remain, and they are a strange people indeed.