The Cohaagen Apparatus is an illegal piece of technology used for memory manipulation.
Also known as ambrosia, nectar, bio-gel, and a dozen other copyrighted and patented trade names.
The dark selection of Daggers
A curious piece of technology that is both disturbingly retro-horror and cutting edge arcanotech, the head in a jar.
“No! I didn’t steal those! It was the bleedin’ cloak I tell you!”
A horrific device only employed by the most black hearted of magic users.
"That one, you might want to be careful with that. It doesn't like people..."
"A potion? "
As part of the global war on terror, a goverment sponsored special science group resumed the CIA's MKGAMMA program for improved interrogation drugs. The results, Serum 87 and Serum 87X (S-87 and S-87X) became the most effective interrogation agents available to man.
Crafted from the leg bone of the slain wyrm Ashirkelenge, this rod has tremendous magical power in the right hands.
Technology in the Cosmic Era can become corrupted and infested. When this happens to a mecha, the result in codenamed a Hekatonkheire.
An ornate reliquary box, covered in fine metalwork that twists the eye and causes headaches.
Over the centuries, the thieves, assassins and secret agents who operate within the underworld have come up with many ingenious devices for stealing and murdering, many of which are disguised well enough to be carried in plain sight.
The greatest failure of the Arch Mage Calypso is his one legacy sought by Emporers, Dragons, and Gods.
While technically alive, magnagogs have little in the way of personality and are driven via telepathic command.
Once the source of power for a cult now scattered, this item acts as both sacrificial altar and food grill.
Moon Water Jewel was a woman of breathtaking beauty, so no ordinary gift would do.
I had me a dream once. Just after I *acquired* this here knife. Only the knife was a bit shinier and I was in an alley somewhere. I dunno, maybe it was Brie or Holsten, someplace like that. Anyways, I'm walking down this alley when I comes across some dumb bloke trying to shortcut his way to market. Like *my* alley is a god-d**ned thoroughfare for just anyone!
A party of adventurers walk along late on an open plain, on a moonless night. Abruptly, War screams, the clanging of metal and death-cries are heard. It is an open plain, and nothing is seen, but the sound of a huge battle is all about them. The sounds continue for a half hour before stopping as suddenly as they started. What was it? Perhaps the ghouls of a long-gone battle, reliving their unfortunate last memories...