Crafted outta the finest ironwood, and ensorcelled to withstand the greatest blows, this seat just begs to be sat on. Given a crude intelligence one day by a drunken mage, this stool rages against it's sedentary existance and seeks to create excitement, of any kind. In addition to it's rather mundane ability to take the weight of even the heaviest and toughest adventurers, this stool also can project it's feelings and thoughts into the minds of those around it, gaining more and more power as those around it become increasingly inebriated.
Pretty soon it'll be "slipping" on the booze wet floor and causing people to trip around it, and when they fall it'll project into them to make them even more angry, hoping to stir up a nice and simple brawl. However, if you manage to ply the seat with a few drinks, it'll soon turn into a blubbering wreck and tell you its life story... "I wanted to be a sword when I grew up, but NOOOO, that wizard had to make me into a stool."
- Nigh Unbreakable
- Mildly Intelligent
- Slightly Animate Go to Comment
Said to be made in hidden stills deep in the mountain caves, with equal parts blood and corn, it isn't in fact the alchohol in these bottles that make this brew famous, but the bottles themselves. Through some perverse magics, these bottles have been made so that, if they are broken in the hand's of a sentient, they cannot be dropped unless if the lifeblood of a sentient has been spilled.
Needless to say these brews are banned in any sane city, village, hamlet, thorp, or metropolis, but lone bottles have their way of finding themselves being served under other names, and with different tastes. Go to Comment
Back when the barkeep served in the wars, he picked up his bizarre foreign weapon: "Ol' Betsy", the repeating crossbow he keeps under the bar. This cumbersome device has a removable magazine designed to hold five bolts and a complex mechanism of springs and gears to ease the tension on the string, enabling the powerful device to be quickly cocked again after firing.
The whole bizarre contraption requires almost as much care as the bartender's handlebar moustache, so the bar's regular patrons are used to the sight of Ol' Betsy laid out on the bar while the bartender services and oils his intricate weapon. Go to Comment
Fun and imaginative. Some of these items are a little silly, but perfect for a little light hearted fun after a grueling adventure, or just for those off nights when the gm has little more planned then "a random bar scene." Go to Comment
Also nicknamed "one night brew," and "Maloney's makeover" after the original brew master.
Fist conceived by Maloney "Pock Mark" Mckay, a rather average overweight gentleman with bad facial scarring from a childhood sickness that had much trouble finding amicable companionship for the evenings. Before long like most men, he noticed how regular booze, when fed to gals in sufficient quantities would at times change their minds about going home with him for the evening.
Unfortunately for Maloney, the amount of booze often needed for an evening on Friday night would leave him nearly broke the rest of the following week thereafter. After some careful discussion with a local illusionist and alchemist the first of his wonderful drinks was brewed, in a specially enchanted cask.
Beautiful brew, much like the names implies, makes the imbiber appear much more handsome or beautiful then normal, the sweet fruity scent of the brew working on a subtle magical level to make them more appealing as well to both genders. (Something that can cause a fair amount of brawls and embarrassment to first time drinkers of the brew depending on their persuasions) Combined with the increased self confidence only 120 proof alcohol can provide, it helped Maloney, and in time many others, to find companionship without spending a fortune.
It has also found use among those that find their remaining options for nightly companionship dwindling in appearance, and wish to at least enjoy the illusion of a night with a girl or guy more beautiful/handsome than they can possibly imagine.
Another, less spoken of use, is by instigators of bar room brawls. A few drinks before hand and their appearance is such that no one can positively identify them later as the "one who started it." Go to Comment
This handsome but burly drinking glass was made in honor of a famed local hero of times past, one Dieter Neunhauser of Landshut, a commoner who distinguished himself in the brutal War of Cantons by discovering he held the hidden talent of battle rage like the savage berserkers of old. After the war Dieter was presented with a valuable glass stein by the town brew master for saving his two sons, the sides emblazoned with the family crest, a rampant bear protecting the town walls. Unfortunately, Dieter's berserker rage also manifested when he drank heavily, and for a war hero the drinks came fast and free. One night a particularly grim bar fight broke out and Dieter shattered it on a brawny patron's head, much to his disgrace the following morning. A traveling wizard took pity on Dieter's plight and mended the broken stein with a spell, thereafter making it glassteel so it could not be shattered again. Years went by and Dieter finally passed from this life, remembered fondly by giving his stein an honored place on a shelf behind the bar. Occasionally the glass is taken down and given to honor heroes of the day and others who have distinguished themselves.
Unfortunately, what the kind wizard who mended the stein did not know was that some of Dieter's blood remained on the stein shards, sealed forever in unbreakable glass, and together with the sympathetic hero worship associated with this lauded vessel, Dieter's restless spirit has found a way to return.
Should anyone be holding Neunhauser's Stein and be inebriated or a fight break out - or any other cause for insult or fighting should come to pass - they must resist being possessed by a mild anger which will shortly turn to berserker rage should any cause whatsoever be given for a fight. Any attacks made with Neunhauser's Stein are at no penalty, the vessel doing damage as a mace. Go to Comment
'Baldhead' Mollsen was very upset when his young son decided to abandon the safe barkeeper's career and to dedicate his life to adventuring and the studying of magic. Well, after twelve years he finally changed his mind, when he received for his birthday this couple of animated tables.
They seem to be able to smell adrenaline and violence: when things get really rough these two tables jump up and roundkick anyone who doesn't freeze.
Mollsen himself is safe with his special protection amulet, of course. And, as the tables seem to be very respectful of other furniture, his tavern hasn't seen much demolition since that birthday. Go to Comment
An okay submission, the little distracting item that you just can see being made and used to good effect. It's nothing major or amazing - but then, it doesn't need to be. Compact and neat. Go to Comment
A nice basic item. This seems like a general item, rather than a "one of a kind". (That is good because the story element really didn't do much for me.)
It can a sound to sound like ? and others odd sentence bits made much less than it could be. This one needs a bit of editing before it is ready from primetime. Voted now, will delete and revote when you edit. Go to Comment
On sentance needs to be chopped up a little or restructured:
The sound cannot be located simply because it is an illusion and is entirely in the person's head, part of the mild insanity caused by such an unnerving sound can cause the target to think he has an idea as to the direction of the sound only to prove him incorrect (which can be unnerving).
This is interesting, though it could stand some polishing...a good bit of polishing. The two godlings are certainly powerful, and unless this is set in an anime style superfantasy well out of the normal PC's ability to confront. While there is nothing wrong with the idea of a military coup and a magical backed elven revolution (elven bolsheviks?) the power is just too high. Go to Comment