Dust created to allow seeing invisible creatures of all kinds, even if immaterial.
A floating sphere of rusted iron spikes, no good can come of this.
Got a small character who can’t knock as loud as you would like? Or maybe you’ve got sensitive fingers? Worry no longer, the portable doorknocker is here!
Beauty is siad to be in the eye of the beholder. Well, now it can be in the hand too, depending on what the peeping tom in you wants to look at with this bag.
There are those magic users in the world who will go to great lengths to keep their secrets locked away from the wordl. There are also those magic users in the world who are always losing their keys. Well, one such magic user couldn’t believe he didn’t think of this key sooner.
Well it’s got to do something, but I’ll be damned if I know what
A magic rope that can can bind two objects together, regardless of any intervening obstacles.
It sparked with life bathing the room in a serine blue glow almost like I was drifting below the waves of Hâ??roon Bay.
As any adventure seeking traveler who is worth his salt will admit, magic is sometimes a necessity. Many a quest has been in search of powerful magic items. To this end, many a life has been cut short in a wide variety of ways.
The ancient sages knew: To see beyond the veils of Death, you must become as one dead.
Used to this day, it is used when a person knows they are out matched but they need anything they can to help rid themselves of their foes.
E’Scatonia’s demon-wrought strongbox held her favorite things.
“Let me to battle, Brother. I shall sweep thine enemies as the wind, and thou shalt have vict’ry.” -St. Vedast’s revelation to Hural
Winner of The Shards of the Storm Quest.
The Sextant of the Soul is a potent magical artifact that can only be found within the dreamscape.
Yes my child, the pig can see the winds, and will tell you of the storms.
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Some items are either so heretical in nature, insightful, feared, coveted, or powerful, that if discovered, they would change the world around them. Yet, how many lie forgotten on a dusty old shelf?