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.
A toilet that teleports your feces onto the PottyPortal's Poop Hill.
The best way for a traveling dwarf to sleep is on a bed of stone - Bodrick Rocknumber, stone bed salesman
The heroes have destroyed the minions, plunged through the catacombs and defeated the guardians. They slowly enter the chamber to find the dark mastermind behind the scheme. The mastermind has a request for them, however:
"You must destroy me. To destroy me is to rid the world of a great evil, that is to say, me. But before you can destroy me, you must understand what evil is, what evil must be, why evil must exist."