The Voyeur's Wand was made by a jealous student of magic who had never had a girlfriend and was envious of those who were part of a loving couple, and wanted to embarass those who were.
“Nobody will laugh long who deals much with opium: its pleasures even are of a grave and solemn complexion.” -Thomas De Quincey
A mysterious legacy of a hard-working and much-loved mariner and welder.
Completely silent; jumping from Shadow to Shadow, he stalked his prey through the streets. Dawn would be coming soon, and he did not want to be caught within the enemy’s grasp.
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?".
It looked like a massive landslide, but, just before it slammed into us it turned into a bunch of laughing dwarven children!
Why won’t this damn torch light?
The vestments of office for the Queen of Forgotten Souls. Strange jewely with powers beyond mortal comprehension.
A twist on the old.
A witches ring.
The secret device behind the most feared corrosive substance to ever plague the mortal realms.
A man in plate armor approaches, but you see no face, for the chilling mist seeping from every joint in the armor obscures the view.
The mark of Kronath’s ultimate favor, the Cloak of Dusk is held by her Hunter, her chosen avatar to hunt the living dead, and return them to her embrace.
A fragment of the mighty Blades of the Storm, reworked into an icon of faith and worship to the very god who once graced it with her touch.
...and walking sticks, and crosiers, and goads, and scepters, but no wands!
The estate-sale and auction of one, Sulphonis Odom Von Zygilvein; composer, innnovator, madman, inventor. Celebrated musical genius.
When all else fails, break the twig…
"Hey, I actually enchanted something! Wow!"
"He’d look a lot more majestic up there if he weren’t wobbling all over the place!"
A magical Salt, a dangerous bane against ice and snow…
The Rhenn Plains are serene and peaceful, beautiful, and quiet as if nothing had ever had happened to it, hiding away it's violent present and past. During some time ago, the countries needed land to fight on, for they did not want war to come to their home, so they chose the Rhenn Plains, Armies met there and men died on the lands, so the land has been empty always. But now there has been set an outpost and they are beset by the goverments wanting to keep it free, will the soldiers of the barracks prevail, or fall trying?