A tool of war, given free will to foster stife and conflict, that used that very same free will to become a messenger of peace.
What is it that hangs from such a fine belt? Tis a sword of Righteous Slaying, and a Mace of Disintegration. A pouch of Perfect Invisibility Dust, and a wand of Endless fireballs?
Good sir, This must be the Belt of Munchkin-kind
It can be dangerous trying to send someone a message. Spoken words may be overheard, written correspondence may be intercepted, and body language may be seen. Did you ever wish you could think the words and they would be known?
Tired of people that just don’t keep their word? Well, with a Binding Oath Ring, that’ll be next to imposible.
This creation of Necromancy allows a true Necromancer access to certain powers engineered specifically for the spread of the practice. Created in the Forgotten Realms, a mysterious item ideal for the young or old.
Full Powers and the Full History of the item are included.
An item that can be used at any distance when the wielder is in favor with the owner that allows the user to cast spells, even in a null-magic zone.
A powerfull Orb made by Hardom, the Elven god of the crafting of magical items. Its porpose was to stop the constant requests by the Elves.
Gareth turned and squinted uneasily over his shoulder. He could have sworn he heard a high pitched hiss. He turned back to continue through the dim underground passageway. It was then that he saw them. A pair of ruby red eyes, glowing faintly a few feet front of him. He had to look up to see them, and that is saying something, given Gareth’s generous stature. The strike was quick…he had no chance. The last thing he remembered were the eyes hovering above him and the fangs dripping venom. And was that a second set of eyes gleaming beneath the first…?
Flame burns hot, bringing warmth, life, and hope. Anti-Fire burns too, but it devours heat, and saps the will of life. Before the world could be inhabited, all of the coldfire, and anti-fire had to be collected an hidden away safely. The gods did this, placing it in an urn of brass and hiding it away from the world.
A blade of unmatched power. It is desired by many a warrior, and yet, everyone it comes in contact with is destroyed by it.
A christmas gift to my fellow citadelians, made in my favourite medium. Of course, you all know what my gifts are like. But hey, Christmas is a time of giving!
Even though the Gods struggle so, their achievements are temporary at best.
For all beings must dream, and within those dreams dwell the Dreamer.
Come then and succumb to the lord, come then and enter the realm of sleep.
Come then taste the nectar, made of the tears of the dreamer.
-The 5th verse in the Book of the Dreaming Cult
Harbouring the accumalated memories of generations of the Uluun,it offers either great wisdom or raving insanity.
One of the toys of the ruler of the lost realm, the music box of Mordalin gives great powers at an even greater cost.
A white silken mask with burnt edges. A white little mask which eventually led it’s wearer to be burnt at the stake.
The Magenta Rose. A keystone item, its presence defines history. It is a rosebush, an Elven construct, a living reminder, which signifies the relationship between two kingdoms at odds.
A pen? Yes, a pen. It has long been a treasured item for forgers who would like to have their hands on it…
A Nose Ring? Yep, a nose ring. The ancient symbol of power of the trolls and said to have magical abilities….
Lacking in ornamentation, the Black Spear is a relic more than 8000 years old
A powerful stimulant,it is invaluble to the warrior struggling to stave off fatigue on the battle field.
There are reports of a monster that lurks in the tops of trees and drops down on unsuspecting people. It causes them no damage but it frightens them with a hide-like face with big dead eyes, drooling and barking like a dog while unsuccessfully attempting to have intercourse. The PCs investigate and find that it is the local village moron that is doing the spelunking in the woods. How can they explain this otherwise pleasant and merry man that it is wrong to put on a mask, drop down from trees and attempt intercourse with relatives and neighbours.