Just as every religion has a unique emblem, so to do they have unique equipment that their more adventurous members make use of. These are some of those items.
Zombies make horrible dinner guest. Trying to eat the brains of the host tends to ruin things.
Well, now you can tell them to fork off with this handy little item.
It was nothing more than a child’s plaything until the sorcerer got hold of it…
Wha—is that a miniature thunderstorm in that thing?
Hold through, little Selva, do not close your eyes. It is not sleep, that comes so lightly to you. Soon you will rest under the Shroud, and wake up when the spring comes.
The tears of a blinded god created it.
Here lad, you take it. We’ve been through a lot this pot and I, ever since the last Great War, but you’re too young to remember that one. I had this with me in all my campaigns after that. The Althial Border Wars, the rising of the Dragon Lords, the Dwarven Rage… Ah but I’m old and toothless now an’ it’s no use to me. Take the pot lad, use it well. At least you’ll always be guarenteed a reasonable meal
A tool for Diviners, a toy for children. These little orbs have many uses.
The fey are strange, but occasionally, just occasionally, their actions make sense.
A magical rope with many useful properties.
Find a penny, pick it up.
And all the day you’ll have good luck.
An assortment of cures scattered to all ends of Strolen’s domain!
An item to increase the comfort of the dreaded Cold Camp.
Spare parts of the Fantasy sort.
"Tired of lugging about heavy quivers full of arrows?"
Some items simply go wrong, that happens from time to time. But some are created by weird minds, even downright deranged ones, minds too sick to be healed. Guess where this one comes from.
With but a word, the small mantis made of fine copper wire came to life; growing at an alarming rate, ready to defend its owner…
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?
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.
As the PCs cross a brigde/tree over a deep river they see the glimmer of gold and jewels lying at the bottom. At further inspection they notice that it is the skeleton of a man still holding on to a sack of treasure. Will the PCs try to dive to get it? What killed the man? Did he simly not let go of the bag he could not swim to the surface with? What cleansed his bones so? Are there flesh-eating beings that dwell in the deep? Can the players resist the chanse of being wealthy for once?