The engines and playthings of the artificer kings.
Some say you can’t keep a good undead down. They’ve obviously not come face to foot with these boots.
The Median forked dagger, a weapon evolved out of hunter’s tools, found almost exclusively in northeastern Media.
The fifth generation of gynoid robots produced for the inhabitants of Technopolis.
The product of anti-sound research, the Silence Field or "Silencer", became arguably one of the symbols of 21st century.
A symbol of achievement, an icon of arrogance and pride, a pinnacle of alchemical purity.
After many failures the leading computer company of the 30th Century has finally developed an economic biological chip computer.
A summary of the tools, weapons, and transports of the Kel’Regar.
A potent drink gauranteed to turn good folk into depraved and desolate madmen.
Lady Carse of Tekne
Gauranteed to protect you from nightmares, hexes, and the diseases of the loins
This stuff will make you a sexual Red-Frilled Blood Dragon.
Jesk, Orcish gladiator
Kineticite(TM) is a product of Applied Nanotech Universal (ANU - Terran Stock Exchange Ticker, + 1.35% )
This somewhat magical stone contains fire within it, just waiting to be released
A siri dai is an exotic weapon used by the Medec warriors, as an integral part of their cultural martial art, dai thila ohm.
Translated roughly as “Rope weight,” this weapon has evolved from a tool used by fisherman for anchoring to trees or hauling their boat through the shallows.
A book of unique and interesting recipes for health.
Tales are leaking from below the Iron Hills, that an unnamed winged terror can be seen on the sky on the darkest of nights. What creature it is, nobody knows, but some of the disappearances in the harsh place are said to be its work. If the moon is hidden, nightly travellers are warned to stay from roads and open places.
The most guarded secret of the Ancients, was the secret of flight.
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only peasants and commoners call them wizard’s robes, those of the art know their true name.
In a crowded marketplace, a man is standing on a soapbox, orating. Some of the crowd are cheering, some hissing, some standing around saying "I can't hear a bl**dy word he's saying". It's a hustings for an election. The PCs can either leave, or stay and listen. If they do the latter, then they can vote too, and they might get quite involved in the cheering. Depending on who wins they might get quite involved in the post-election brawl too...
There are numerous possibilities with this encounter: the PCs might end up talking to one of the nervous candidates before their speech, and offer encouragement and support. Of course this candidate may well turn out to be someone with outspokenly unorthodox views, and the crowd don't take kindly to s/his supporters. Or maybe the seemingly innocuous candidate turns out to be a complete racist, and the PCs wander off embarrassedly, pretending they weren't talking to this person five minutes ago.