The Dwarves are often thought to be a greedy and miserly race, but there are times when they will give rewards to those who have genuinely earned them.
(OOC-I added the names of all those who did submissions but only mine has shown up, for some reason. The others are the following; axlerowes, Echomirage, Ancient Gamer ,Dossta , Pariah.)
Relics of an ancient necromantic faith: A few strange charms and a small black book. What power do these odd devices hide?
The peddler was pulling odd things from his pack, extolling each as he laid them down – one shoe that changed colors, a knife carved from wood, a mummified bird. “And this,” he said, pulling a 1 foot square box of stone out of his pack, “is all the friends you will ever need.” He opened it up, showing the carved stone statues of warriors inside. He took one out and stood it on the ground, where it changed to flesh and blood, stretched, then pulled the sword from its sheath and saluted them with it. “An army in your pocket! For a mere thousand gold! A bargain!”
Named for Corran, the epitome of artificers and craftsmen; the flame of creation is often too powerful to control.
A magical pair of glasses once allowed the sharpest of minds to perceive the physical world around him. His cutting insight, throwing light on the darkest of secrets, is now housed within the spectacles.
A hulking testament to the authority, affluence, and capability of the Yerisian Regime
"No, don't touch...that. Too late."
A horrible torture device. Not for the squeamish.
A simple metal bucket, capable of holding a bucket of water, or as it happens, a lifetime of effort.
A candle inside of a skull is a typical creepy feature in cultist's lairs or haunted places, but what if they served a more practical purpose?
Like the Tiny Hut only better.
Necromancers have a common answer to most questions. This is a spell that one Necromancer invented in order to answer the question, "How do I get off this ship?".
A simple way to a fate most dreadful.
A sleek design that fits a considerable punch into a slim package, the Scorpio is a Hovertank hated by both sides of a conflict, for different reasons.
A twist on the old.
The secret device behind the most feared corrosive substance to ever plague the mortal realms.
Fandune screamed as the inmate’s hands locked around his neck. With quick thinking and a little luck he managed to mutter the right words and waggle his fingers perfectly for the curse. The inmates fingers bent back upon themselves and were rendered useless.
"Hey, I actually enchanted something! Wow!"
Teeth: small, durable, and full of potential, if one only knows how to tap it.
"And 3..2..1..Smile!" *flash* *thump* "Mwahaha."
A race of beings actually IS invunerable while in adolecence. They age, but cannot be killed. A miniority of the race (1 in 20) does not become invunerable, but rather becomes immortal at some point in thier adolecence, and ceases aging while being vunerable to death in all the normal ways. Another minority (also 1 in 20) Permanatly becomes invunerable after adolecence, but ages twice as fast as the race normally does. There is no known way to test for which of the three traits an individual manifests and the three traits cannot mix, as they are tied to the same gene, as it were.