A collection of Ophidian weapons for your perusal.
Some times an unruly spell needs to be taught a lesson...
An item to aid those who seek to be hidden in the shadows...
Look up! Look Waaaay up!
"Seriously, how many books does he have?"
"Again? Okay, where the hell did that come from? He's cut off, damnit!."
A means to deliver a pointed message...
“No! I didn’t steal those! It was the bleedin’ cloak I tell you!”
A fine brass ring adorned with the figures of pigeons and doves.
A very useful tool for a worker of magic.
Those fancy robes are not just for show.
This could have made Johnny Appleseed's job that much easier!
A wonderfully ornate wood and silk dragon suit of the kind used in the Chinese Dragon dance. Flawlessly crafted, it is a wonder to see.
Expertise on a tab? Of course! Sign me up!
The Advance of Technology seems unstoppable. Some things while possible are probably best not produced...
One of the most common healing devices found in the world of Therafter. Suitable for near future settings.
Just the thing for making your demon-infested two-handed sword from Hell!
A bag of enchanted beans. Dare you plant them?
Lightning steel is a miraculous metal formed from an alloy of iron, carbon, silver and pure captured lightning.
"That one, you might want to be careful with that. It doesn't like people..."
"A potion? "
The Pcs discover an ancient, dusty oil lamp, somewhere in the bowels of a dungeon. Naturally they "rub it", and out pops a wizened, old djinn. So far so good. Then it speaks...
"Ah at last, at last I am free! Now grant me my wish!"
When the PCs explain that they are the ones that should be granted a wish, the malignant djinn explains to them that his particular oil-lamp has a curse placed upon it. Whomsoever releases the entity inside shall be geased to grant the djinn's wish to the best of their ability.
Groans ensue from the party. The djinn rubs his wrinkled hands, grins, and proceeds to name his wish. What could it be?