An dagger made by setting a long sharp gem in a silver hilt. Its owners rarely survive for a few days…
“Ever in my hand, lies the Blade of the Mad. It’s straight, simple craft is so alluring to me… It drives me to evil, but I love what it does. For the first blood the blade tasted was that of a human.”
A cloak that turns all those who look at the wearer into a quivering mass of tears.
A curiously designed ring - but not uncommon. Similar in design to most traditional ‘magi-rings’, which often hold enchantments on them. But unlike those rings, this one may take quite a hold on you…
An item that puts a horible curse on the victims of its spell.
A broken shard of mystical powers.
A lute form of living crystal, powerful and ultimately fatal to the wielder…
This book’s origin’s are unknown, it’s owner, Pentwell, an old hermit gnome living of the coast of Felldart found it one day on the shoreline, floating in the tide. Then, he learned that the book fortold what was to happen.
The old boots of a farmer long dead. The hole in the bottom sudjests many things. But its cursed P’owers go B’eyond just a boot.
Technically, this would be the ring of DIM-wit…
It was a beautiful thing, a full length mirror in an elaborate gilt frame. But horror and madness followed it.
In certain parts of the world, DON’T ask for something in a language the barkeep dosen’t understand or say “just give me anything”
It is said that Marcus Diellus was an artistic genius. It is true that his paintings are magnificent, but they also have a dark secret.
This sword, enchanted with the dark magic of the Underworld, is wielded by Never Ending Silence, a Death-Knight.
And Cain said “Blood of my Blood, Soul of my Soul, partaketh of the Blood of the mortals, who art like the swine and chattel of the earth.”
Will certainly not be suspected, a bad luck charm for everyone around.
You know that little voice in the back of your head that tells you when you’re about to do something stupid? Well, he’s here and he’s brought some friends.
Beautiful red ruby seated in the golden gildwork of a half closed eyelid. Amulet causes unappreciated effects when rubbed or caressed.
A very ornate and very old looking spell book. Chock full of spells, most of which are unreadable by any magic user. The ones that can be read, unfortunately, don’t have the affect the mage is looking for.
Somehow, someway, a band of gnomes learns how to be ninjas. In fine gnomish style, they open an academy to teach this art to other gnomes. Wacky Hijinks ensue. Or the gnomes become some of the finest assassins in the land. Or both.