The peerless heroes of the Eagle Legion died with their sandals on…
A hat should be taken off when you greet a lady and left off for the rest of your life. Nothing looks more stupid than a hat. -P.J. O’Rourke
Tired of reaching to pay your bar tab and finding that some clever-fingered rouge has liberated your funds? Security is only a stitch away! After youÃ¢??re done washing dishes that is.
“That odd man Buttons may be made fun of for his weird, hobby and obsession. But one of his magic buttons could save your life one day”.
On the surface, these white calfskin gloves appear ordinary, until another human or an animal is touched, when they reveal the mysteries of the mind.
In these gloves was placed a seed of the power used to create the world.
‘‘A more abomnaible sight we could not have imagined! When all of their warriors had been slain by our valorous soldiers of God, the crazed priests rushed upon us from the summit of their temple, screaming their ghoulish war-cries as they rushed to do battle.
Our elation at the prospect of an easy slaughter before us soon turned into powerful horror as we beheld that these fiends were clad in the gore suffused hides of our fallen comrades! ‘’
-Taken from the writings on an obscure chronicler who accompanied the conquistors of Tahutol on their epic voyage of subjugation and empire.
...and a little something extra for yourself
These minor items were developed by a mage tired of the foul odor of the garbage pit behind his home.
I like unique items, and I like to tailor them to my players. So, when they went on a mission to clear out a troll cave, I decided to make this for the wizard in the group.
“Once a tiny thread, woven with a heart so true…now a cloak that will to its wearer bond.”
These boots are an item that complements Siren no Orakio’s Item submission “Shards of the Storm”. This is a quest submission.
Once these tabards were worn by the traitorous bodyguards of an elven Prince. The circumstances around their betrayal of the Prince has given the tabards paranormal abilities.
Magical cloak that acts as armor. Protection against normal and magical attacks as well as holy spells. Gives creatures who are harmed by light and sunlight immunity. Give wearer the ability to become invisible at night. Sentient and cursed. See full description for details.
Watch your step with this item, you might end up falling down… or even up.
With this bracelet you can let your fists do the talking.
Gareth turned and squinted uneasily over his shoulder. He could have sworn he heard a high pitched hiss. He turned back to continue through the dim underground passageway. It was then that he saw them. A pair of ruby red eyes, glowing faintly a few feet front of him. He had to look up to see them, and that is saying something, given Gareth’s generous stature. The strike was quick…he had no chance. The last thing he remembered were the eyes hovering above him and the fangs dripping venom. And was that a second set of eyes gleaming beneath the first…?
a fur coat with interesting properties and penalties
“Your eye, your eye!” crowed Imupokith, the Sea-Witch, and Vruthath, clutching his bleeding socket, held out his hand.
Upon the palm was a staring green eye.
An item of clothing designed to let librarians reach those books which everyone wants to borrow and are therefore left on the highest shelf.
The local band of 'nasties' (goblins / orcs / whatever) lives in relative peace with the local population.
Along come the PCs and go through their usual heroic monster bashing routine, wiping out the nasties and pinching all their stuff, then continue on their way.
Problem is, they don't kill ALL he nasties. The survivors want revenge and, after spending a few months recovering, start to take it in their own inimitable style (which is not unlike that of the PCs come to think of it).
Next time the PCs are in the area they find themselves VERY unpopular with the townsfolk.