A beautiful warrior woman, with a sword and soul of ice.
A little prank that has found its uses. Shaving razor.
The bronze half plate of the Flame Knight, this armor serves to protect the wearer with the blessing of the Lord of Fire.
In the darkness in the south transept of the Cathedral of Isielles stands the resplendent Clock of Shadows. It tells more than just the time of day…
The home of the reclusive Monk-Smiths of Moldan, unparalleled practitioners of the art of smithing.
It looks like an ordinary parchment map, until it speaks to you. It says, “I know where you need to go to find what you are looking for.” From there, the adventure begins.
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.
When a mysterious man hires them to slay Baza, the Yellow Priest, will the heroes find more than they bargained for?
Centaur-crafted marching drums, imbued with firey power.
A heroic warrior who is not what he seems to be.
A blessing can also be a curse - and the last thing the world needs is an Orcish confidence trickster with an enhanced intellect and a penchant for storybooks.
Ringed round by ancient political foes, this ancient nation finds itself dealing with a powerful foe, one with far more sinister hungers than money or land.
Many years ago, a trader from far away died while in The City. One of the entries of his possessions was a "bag of 220 beautiful coyns". These coins were sold to a crafter who sold some of them and made others into hat band decorations, jewelry, bag clips, and so on. It was years later that someone discovered their true worth and their power. They make things move.
It is said that there is always night, even during the day it is dark. Undead prowl around freely, and pity to those living that end up there. Still, lucky are those eaten by the hordes, some fools get deeper and their very souls are consumed by the nameless horrors that lurk in some hidden spots. And still more serve as new material for the Necromancers, the only living creatures there, as they say at least…
A pair of rings fashioned by the legendary Elven spellsmith Aurinellian. Powerful but subtle enchantments bring the happy couple closer together.
These scissors, though insignificant and well, pathetic for an item on this site. But before you critisize and yell, read this.
A short adventure synopsis for any party which is getting a little too big for it’s boots.
Created in the far future, then sent through a temporal rift to the ancient past by the Chronomage Cara, the Circlet is an artefact designed to focus a mage’s energies when attempting to manipulate time.
We’ve seen magicians pull rabbits out of a hat, but have you ever seen a druid pull a boar out of his shirt?
A plague has hit the local area.
In humans it affects only the most vulnerable, the children and the very old, and even than it's little more than a summer cold. 24 hours of sniffles and then it's gone, barely noticeable really.
To sheep however it is fatal and the whole economy of the area is in serious trouble. If this keeps up the area could well be facing famine.
Somebody (enter the PCs) must find the rare herbs needed to make a cure.