The sound was most troublesome. Long have I been prisoner to Kormack and his evil designs, and the torturous sounds my heart has been cursed to endure has left me cold inside. I endure and ignore. Cold to the pain and the suffering of poor souls around me. Their Fate forsworn as soon as they enter His lair. But this, this atrocity has pierced my now icebound heart and cracked deep into my very soul. The children... The mewling babes that know nothing of their future, nothing of the joys of life. Innocent of horrors of the world and the dread future it holds. How short that future is. I can not get the sound of the mewling infants from my mind, it is seared into memory as a brand on an animals flank forever to remain. Some have even laughed right up till the end and nothing is more damaging to ones sanity than a broken childs laugh.
Master Blacksmith Heaf Astes
Slow and meticulous, Heathen had a great deal to prove to the other witches of her coven. So, she set out to do the impossible: the wand of death.
The grudging gift of thankful mermen, a fine blade with a bit of baggage.
A dwarven masterwork shield, imbued with the power of wind.
"We fought the li'l beasties," the gruff old Dwarf growled, "so where the blazes is their treasure!"
Glacier grinned, "Just give me a second, I know how to find it."
Pretty smoke rings? Naw, I can do a lot more than that.
The cover depicts a stylized rose with one drop of blood dripping from one of its thorns.
(But is there more than meets the eye with this book, of bloody course there is!)
What used to BEE the crown of an old dwarven king has now BEEn made a portable BEE-hive.
Dentures, magic dentures.
Also known as the Equalizer.
The perfect ring for those who seek to make the most dramatic of entrances.
A magic knife - when it hits a target, it can age them by centuries, and may de-age the user.
Six powerful substances as described by Hachnar the Alchemist
Not all magic items are for humans. Rewrite of my original and premiere submission, Horse Brass
An unassuming sewing needle, five to six inches long. Certainly nothing out of the ordinary.
A suit of dragon scale armor created from and psychically linked to a still-living dragon.
Magic, by its very nature, would greatly help not just the PCs, but the masses, too. Here are some magic items that the commoners's use.
Six gruesome blades forged from dwarven blood in the pits of ancient bol-Pakash. Six knives the dwarves wish never existed.
After particularly intense storm, a green glowing fungi can be found on the trees and plants. Also new monsters seem to be in the region. These storm are obviously bringing these things from other places and depositing them with the wind, rain, and goop upon the land.