Invented by the Pelezians, the ceremonial bowl became a part of the holy tradition, coupled with a most practical purpose.
(Made for religions of agriculture.)
After long pondering and some testing, the Asakran army has finally allowed the use of advanced magic on the battlefield. This is the prototype of intense research.
An item of legend, that may not even exist. But many still desire it, and many fear its possible use.
A little prank that has found its uses. Shaving razor.
Getting the favour of a Necromancer, and asking for a magical cloak? Sure, why not.
A strange, mystical box, with many rumours attached, that does not want to reveal its secret…
Most Orbs study humanoids in one way or another. But only one makes this a full-time job, in its own way…
The Heart that beats slowly in the dark.
A guaranteed life-saver in some situations, a good armor anytime. Several miraculous death-and-return situations were observed on its wearers, but seldom attributed to the simple leather armor.
Deep within a strange labyrinth, a book wields the magic of its former master. Illusion becomes reality.
A pilgrim’s protection, an assassin’s friend, a weapon of no great power.
A weapon of surprise.
The finest ring of them all, brings Life wherever it ends up. You may need its powers, but will you accept all that will be drawn to it?
Will certainly not be suspected, a bad luck charm for everyone around.
One of the things you always carry around, and never give it a second look. But even a second look would not help to reveal this one.
Looks to be a weak necromantic item.
A powerful ring of many protective powers, which has its few downsides.
This tome may give you the information you seek, though you may not be happy reading it. Not really cursed, but gives the information in such a way that many readers despaired before finding the right knowledge.
Stormbound, the ship rolls hard over to once side. All that is not strapped down is tossed violently overboard in a splash of freezing water.
There, on the horizon- a tower. Squat, it stands alone on a tiny island. However, it's the only land in sight, and any more of this ferocious storm will crush the boat to splinters.
Taking shelter within the ornate entryway of the squat tor, the party notes with interest that no signs of life break the silence of the stone tower. As they take another step forward, they realise why.
This is the fabled tower of Brenji, a rich merchant who wished none to share his enormous wealth. He constructed this tower to store his gold- trapped and ready for any potential thieves. But the ingenious pitfalls and scything walls are not the only dangers within the silent walls of the building. A guardian, left behind by Brenji, still stalks these very halls.
A rattling hiss echoes somewhere from below...