Made of dark steel by those of an age gone by, this is the last of the giant war golems. Taller than elder dragon is long, this clanking behemoth plods across the land, obliveous to all works of men, elves, or dwarves.
It sees you, can you see it? Even when the room is lit?
Funny how those shadows twist, as though the room were filled with mist.
But theres no mist, the room is clear! About now, you should start to fear.
clear your mind, take a last breath. For in a second, you’ll meet with death.
Pembridge Maccadia, the Mindless Ruler, the Crafter of Graf Malin, sacrificed his very life to destroy a nation. A breathing, living machine with the heart of blades, a testament to his loathing of Man. His hatred for his own people…
A natural stone with a hole in the center and gift from the earth to the lucky finder.
A stone construct that is ideal as a magical guardian, either of property or of information
In the darkness in the south transept of the Cathedral of Isielles stands the resplendent Clock of Shadows. It tells more than just the time of day…
Many years ago, a trader from far away died while in The City. One of the entries of his possessions was a "bag of 220 beautiful coyns". These coins were sold to a crafter who sold some of them and made others into hat band decorations, jewelry, bag clips, and so on. It was years later that someone discovered their true worth and their power. They make things move.
A strange, mystical box, with many rumours attached, that does not want to reveal its secret…
A small stone that can absorb and store liquids.
Never get lost again with this set of magical stones.
The Acorn of the Honorable Whiskered Emissary was grown on a magical oak by the famous druid, Kuwusa. It gives one a very interesting bond with rodents…
This is said to be the box in which Urku, creator of the Orcs, captured the sun.
This wizard had unlimited power, until he lost his marbles…
A normal bag lets you hold stuff. A bag of holding lets you hold more stuff. This bag lets you hold someone else’s stuff.
A pouch that randomly generates (not very) usefull items
A gruesome artifact that harbors the savage soul…
A colourfully painted egg which, when tapped, hatches to perform a magical cantrip, usually useful, sometimes harmful…
A new twist on the deck of many things with it’s own card game.
One of the things you always carry around, and never give it a second look. But even a second look would not help to reveal this one.
Pandora would have opened this one, too.
An African tribe called the Ik throws their children out of their homes once they turn 3. They are left to fend for themselves with no help from their parents at all, and to survive, form groups with others their age. These groups only last a few years, and every so often the individual will join a completely different group.