Just the thing for making your demon-infested two-handed sword from Hell!
Need to get a messenger bird to someone? Give 'em a Bird Brain
At the annual tech show in Dubai this week, IDC has announced its entry into the subdermal monitor wars. Sources in the company say that they believe that their Dermal Screen is more than capable of competing with the iSkin. Here's their official press release:
Just as the Dimensional Engine supplanted the fission reactor, the DTR will eventually replace the D-Engine. Once they iron out the little bugs.
The reasons that mecha are not reliable as weapons of war are manifold, but the world changed more than many people expected and the way wars are fought have changed greatly since the middle of the Petroleum Era.
An unassuming sewing needle, five to six inches long. Certainly nothing out of the ordinary.
This was it? A small ornamental hammer the size of his palm. Where was this "fabled treasure" this man possessed?
The young rogue left the manor by the same smelly route he'd came by, disappointment showing plainly on his face.
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A basketball sized can that can diffuse up to a typical lightning bolt's worth of energy into gamma rays. In 100 words.
Why aren't gamers using this already? This stuff is real. No really, this stuff is REAL. Google it. Cheap too. Feel free to reply with your own ideas on how to use it.
"We don't understand why such things are even spread about us, we are not at all like that!"
"Got this here from a wizard on a bargin. Just the thing to survive the salvaging of treasure from the deep when you don't have a lot of start up cash. Not everyone can tame sea turtles mate, you know what I'm saying? This here is an item with it's own character, a real unique item, so beware of imitators! The surest way to spot a fake is have a friend try it, if he dies, all you have is a ordinary bucket and a funeral to pay for, this here is the one real deal you've been looking for and it's still available for a steal!"
- Street hawker outside the Affordable Arch-Mage
Once the source of power for a cult now scattered, this item acts as both sacrificial altar and food grill.
A small millstone, as far as millstones go, made by a wizard for his clerical friend to ensure he was always able to make fresh bread, wherever his travels took him.
If you had writing as bad as Corran's, you'd look for a way around it too.
100 word magic item
With bright light and 5 minutes burn time, this is required equipment for any cave-diver worth his salt.
Need to know which way you took in the maze? Mark your path with chalk.
Leaving a message on the wall for your sleeping lover? Write it in chalk.
Got a virginal sacrifice, a lunar eclipse, but nothing to to inscribe your floor with? No, not chalk; YOU need to get some help. Expensive, professional help.
Fire is best kept in the boiler; it's much too dangerous to be using for something as simple as lumination.
"All the guests were thoroughly checked before they entered the manse, my Prince. There was no sword on him...yet, he pulled the blade from his belt! But how..."
Once every decade on the eve of St. Poskov's Day during mid-winter, the coastal city of Tiyabon experiences a horrific event. Quool's Tide rolls in, depositing hundreds of bloated, fish-eaten corpses upon the pebbly shores of Tiyabon's wide bay. This singularity is to this day unexplained, though countless theories abound. It is said for example, that these corpses are not eaten by the myriad fish of the seas completely, due to the fear all creatures of the seas hold for Quool.
Named for Quool, a terrible, antediluvian god of seas and storms, who no longer exists for he has no worshipers, the Tide chokes the beaches and surf with the countless rotting bodies of those who had perished at sea in a violent way.
Almost immediately, the lifeless corpses are fed upon by crabs, gulls, and worse things that await the horrid feast. The townsfolk let nature take it course with disinterested disgust, though lately some enterprising adventurers have taken to searching along the beaches of flesh for former deceased companions, with intentions of raising them again!
Surprisingly no undead ever rise from among the many corpses. This is also a mystery.