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.

It seems to me that monks tend to get the short end of things, item wise.  There is not much variety out there, and most of what there is is rather cliche.  So, when my players were sent on a job to clear out a troll cave, I created something a bit different.

Yazzard hasn’t been the same since getting struck by lightning. Neither has his cloak.

“Once a tiny thread, woven with a heart so true…now a cloak that will to its wearer bond.”

“The Monarch is Eternal. We care not what he looks like. He gives up himself being himself to be the ruler of the country. “
Chancellor Richelius at the Court of Aldophus IV 1620

Griffin is the brother of the King. He used to live in the royal court at the capital city, but that all changed when his wife was called to testify before the court against a friend of Griffins. She lied under oath to protect her husband about a hidden issue. Her lie was discovered. She was summarily executed and her husband was reprimanded not punished, being the brother to the King. His offense was very minor even in this kingdom, but this opened his eyes to the fact that his family’s kingdom despite being lawful and protective of all its subjects, it was not as good as it portrayed.

These boots are an item that complements Siren no Orakio’s Item submission “Shards of the Storm”. This is a quest submission.

At the estate sale of one wealthy merchant, a seamstress found several lengths of black silk cord, the kind that is used for trim and piping. A local seamstress purchased those odd lengths and the remaining bolt cheap and turned out two or three cloaks using the thin black silk cord as trim. An evil seems to follow them, though nobody knows it.

Will the mask smile for you or frown? Do you know who you are? Do you really?

“Heel!” “Roll over!” “Sit!” “Sit Up!” “Beg!” “Speak!” Cue Evil Laugh.

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.

The teeth of a hungry wolf.
The blood of a murderer.
The cloth of a false saint’s burial shroud.

All of these things and more are used in the creation of a Caedea.

The bearer of this cloak believes it makes him invisible to the rest of the world, but the pure irony is that the cloak only makes him more noticable.

Cloak of the Daywalker
Magikal 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.

The leather has held out nicely over the years, of course, it’s magical. And their surefootedness is quite remarkable. Pity everyone thinks you’re daft for wearing them.

With this bracelet you can let your fists do the talking.

An innocent square of delicate material - barely larger than a handkerchief in size. However, those who’s skin come into contact with this cloth, may find themselves wishing they never handled it.

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…?