Frosty the Snowman. Is a fairytale they say. He was made of snow. But the children know. How he came to life one day…
There must have been some magic. In that old silk hat they found. For when they placed it on his head. He began to dance around…
It is said that the metal cap of her beekeeper’s hat has a magical substance found in enchantment devices.
Sometimes, you just need to stash something away - some spare cash, a holdout weapon, your gender…
Some say you can’t keep a good undead down. They’ve obviously not come face to foot with these boots.
The peerless heroes of the Eagle Legion died with their sandals on…
The product of anti-sound research, the Silence Field or "Silencer", became arguably one of the symbols of 21st century.
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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 youâ??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”.
Ruan was the first of Tarak’s troops to disappear. When it was time for him to take a turn at watch, his bedroll was empty, and tracks led away from the campsite.
only peasants and commoners call them wizard’s robes, those of the art know their true name.
â??Come now, children, and gather round the hearth. I have a story to tell of love and sorrow and a death, and the things left behindâ?¦â? the old crone said.
None could deny that the Torner the Fearless’ heartbroken widow did mourning well.
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.
The tradition of Battle Sashes is only a century or two old. It started in Celedor by the River, but it has been adopted in every part of the WestLands. Given the presence of blood, spirit and honor, it was only a matter of time until magic became involved.
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"Hell hath no fury like MY RIGHT FOOT!" Shardath yelled as he stomped upon the holy ground.