Firey food for your favorite feathered friend.
Even some of the most mundane-seeming items may have surprising and useful - or dangerous - qualities about them. This particular item is one of those.
This mace, is the symbol of the kadumish dwarve’s independence. In the days of old, the dwarves were defeated and invaded by the dragon men, who enslaved the dwarves. Dranothoin, stood up to them wit his mighty mace and smote the granite statue of the dragon men god. This inspired the dwarves to revolt.
Within the fragile bounds of this cage of crystalline metal, your will and talent may work wonders…
4 bladed claw weapon, with the fourth blade in a rather unusual place.
A prison ... a sanctuary ... a gateway ... a murderous tool. Grasp the power of a circle of midnight.
A sword that learns and teaches, forever singing of past and present.
An armor that senses wearer’s needs?
This beautiful hand-and-a-halfer allows the wielder to pass judgement on the equipment of others.
A beautifully etched siver goblet with a scene of a harper/ bard playing a harp on it
Elegant weapons from a more elegant age. Their mystic power is woven from the ancient dueling code. While not the most powerful enchantments ever created, they are some of the most respected.
Blood Seekers are a class or type of mystical weapons. Like many mystic weapons, they provide the user increased speed and technique. Unlike most weapons, these can strike their specific targets with astonishing accuracy for they target the very blood of a living thing.
Most feared of the Regalia of Dominion, the Ruby Sceptre is a terrifying weapon in the hands of a skilled fire mage.
A set of mighty jewelled artefacts, each keyed to one of the eight domains of magic. Once wielded by the Lords of the High Council of Linnarson, today they have been scattered to the four winds: some lost, some destroyed, and some in the hands of the mighty.
Feu’mer the inspector was quite adept at his work of solving and preventing crimes. He was known for a very sharp eye - and not the one remaining eye that was in his head.
Made of dark steel by those of an age gone by, this is the last of the giant war golems. Taller than elder dragon is long, this clanking behemoth plods across the land, obliveous to all works of men, elves, or dwarves.
Without these stone disks, there would be no Elventi Society. It is the HearthStones that hold the society together, allowing Elves to live together and in their beloved forests.
This enormous blade is capable of leveling more than just men.
It sees you, can you see it? Even when the room is lit?
Funny how those shadows twist, as though the room were filled with mist.
But theres no mist, the room is clear! About now, you should start to fear.
clear your mind, take a last breath. For in a second, you’ll meet with death.
The tale of King Shorthold and The Window of the Mind
There is a land far to the east that is a great, desolate, near-empty wasteland home only to barbarians, ghosts and monsters. Many nations launche expeditions to this land, seeking to find the rumored-at treasures and riches beyond it's outer fringe.