Maxilan Carth, the Hunter of the Bayous, was the bane of the gatorfolk in life. To those who follow Jampiri, he provides protection from those beasts from beyond the grave.
The best way for a traveling dwarf to sleep is on a bed of stone - Bodrick Rocknumber, stone bed salesman
Despite becoming the god of creation later in life, Corran was renowned as being a master craftsman first, and possibly the worst cook to ever live second. This cooking set changed all that.
The mundane-looking "Sanguine Coffee Cup." A ceramic monstrosity that holds something said to be thicker than water.
They took the murderer of Cassie Davis to the chair at noon and the Warden pulled the lever. There was a loud crackle and a blue flash and the murderer’s body shrank and changed into that of his young victim. There was total silence whilst Cassie’s mother asked a question that only Cassie would have known.
When she answered it correctly there was a loud cheer as she was set free. Justice had been done and Cassie was not only legally avenged, but alive again, whilst her killer no longer existed in any form.
Its intricate knitting defining all description, the hyperdoily is the world’s best resting place for cookies.
Continual Stones are great aides to general comfort.
In tea is truth.
These specially made candles are favorites of wives, lovers, and mothers who see their loved ones off to battle or to trade in far away lands.
A small silver lantern, at whose heart there burns a shard of ice.
Squares of colorful cloth, often enchanted with minor magics to better serve the owner - but, first and foremost, it is merely a kerchief.
Despite his lackluster personal hygiene, Captain Geezo has a certain magnetism…
The beautiful Fairy Castle of Princess Callia, favored daughter of deranged Emperor Sentatian.
Once opened, a Door of Entrance can only be shut by closing it
- Dum the Obvious, Things I’ve Read About
What appears to be a simple fisherman’s basket has a storied past and secret usage.
My cane is both a symbol of my weakness, and the instrument of my strength.
Vaiton, spirit of flame, with this offering of smoldering incense, I summon you forth to serve your master.
Summons etched into the Spirit Plate of Vaiton the Ever Burning.
1. Private; confidential; familiar.
2. A private conversation between two people.
3. A short sopha intended to accommodate two persons.
Mystical forces applied to to a commonday item like pottery… are you up to the challenge?
Careful where you put your cloak in Pembroke’s place, you never know what you might get back…
Molk Peruda is encountered by the PCs on the second day of their journey west from the salt-choked port of Quyn, as they prepare to explore the jungle.
He appears a gaunt, wolfish man, with matted, dark hair that sprouts from his head in dreadlocks, contrasting with his well-oiled, blue-black, conical beard. His eyes are hidden ebon shards beneath thick arching brows, his nose, crooked, long, and reminiscent of a snout. His mouth is a thin, dark line, his teeth unseen even when he parts his lips to speak.
His skin is the color of tallow, surprising perhaps for a renowned jungle guide, yet his natural helm of dreads and the jungle's canopy keeps the sun from bronzing his originally pale flesh. On his back are tattooed three women from the waist up, side-by-side, each resembling the other but of different ages. This is a tattoo of Molk's mother, sister, and daughter. His wife (don't bring her up to him!) was killed by marauding Qullan years ago, and appears as her own tattoo on his broad but sunken chest.
His feet shockingly are turned around 180 degrees at the ankle, facing towards his back! A curse from a pernicious shaman. Molk walks feet backwards (he's used to it) and walks backwards, forwards. This can be very disconcerting and outright creepy to the PCs as he guides them through the rainforest.
Slung from his back is an archer's quarrel of treated wood carved to resemble a stalking leopard, in his hand a re-curved composite bow of horn and sinew, with a pair of vivid, red eyes, each one painted on the opposite side of the hand-grip. In a leather sheath at his belt, hangs a falchion, its pommel adorned with a curved bird's head and beak.