Grappling hooks have a tendency to miss their targets, or to simply give way. Now both of these problems are solved at once, with a hook that can think for itself!
Deep within the bowels of the perilous labyrinth, the fearless heroes come upon a grand, ornate chest. Eager for more plunder to line their pockets with, they heave up the lid - to find nothing. A red herring? Maybe not.
It’s no secret that Ogres fight dirty. The slobbering hulks will wield anything they can find in their bloodthirsty rage - which often results in very odd weapons indeed!
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.)
Who says maids can’t use magic?
Life as a street urchin is a pathetic existence indeed - and Me’fiante has it worse than most. In a back-alley underworld filled with trickery and subversion, the ability to sense lies is often more of a curse than a blessing.
The air is chilled and causes goosebumps, while not a sound stirs across the glass smooth surface of the water. The Inn rises three stories above the bank of the river, a single lantern lit on the quay.
When does a boon become a bane? The wise often falter and make foolish mistakes under the guidance of those who are treacherous in design.
Looking for a charm to ward off evil spirits or the claw of a marsh dragon?
Need some willow bark for your headaches or a potion to cure a lack of virility?
Got a weird looking ring and you don’t know what it is?
Dural could be your man.
Fairly small and innocuous looking, appearing to be little more than broken trinket, a dissassembled "ship in a bottle", this artifact of immense magical power only starts to show it’s power as you meticulously rebuild the ship in the bottle.
It has been many years since the War of Decay, but the fallen still keep steadfast vigil over the border, even if they were once fallen enemies.
A firebow, though no longer the staple weapon that it was during the era of it’s modernity, is still a powerful and versatile missile weapon in it’s own right.
A shield of odd design, created not only to parry, but to destroy the foe’s ability to attack.
Should you wish to pluck a rose, or to caress it, beware its thorns, its dangerous beauty.
Appearing in the form of a massive bloody spider, the Bone Stitcher is one of the more macabre creations of the infernal…
All of his life Fflam lived in the shadows of greater and more terrible demons than himself. One day he would show them all…
When did it all start? He would never know for sure, although he traces it, like a finger on a map following the broad river back to the invisible thread of the beginnings, to one evening early winter.
A great demon of death and destruction.
A man of the city in the wild, a man of coin stands at nature’s side? Can this go well, can it bear fruit? Will he be worthy, will duty take root?
Have you or anyone you know ever been accused of a crime you didn’t commit? Been sent to the Hangman knowing you were innocent? Have you ever welcomed the noose to prove it?
A people who believe it is incredibly impolite to speak to anybody they meet for the first time. They believe their actions should speak for them until they are comfortable in each others presence and can then trust each other. Only then would converstation be appropriate.