A dark emperors gloves that make an excelent weapon and torture tool.
Will this tome be the saviour or the bane of your heroes?
Centaur-crafted marching drums, imbued with firey power.
Warstaff (Warhammer/staff combo). Call of the Storm is five feet even. It is an archmage’s staff that has been modified into the Warstaff by adding a Warhammer’s hammerhead and infused with magical reserves.
A lute form of living crystal, powerful and ultimately fatal to the wielder…
A masterwork katana meant to give souls to the undead.
A magical synthetic limb, with the power to call Lightning and Thunder.
Many years ago, a trader from far away died while in The City. One of the entries of his possessions was a "bag of 220 beautiful coyns". These coins were sold to a crafter who sold some of them and made others into hat band decorations, jewelry, bag clips, and so on. It was years later that someone discovered their true worth and their power. They make things move.
Elementalist have commonly used jems to further their powers over nature.
A pair of soft velvet skull caps which promote the virtues of rationality, logic and good judgement.
A pair of rings fashioned by the legendary Elven spellsmith Aurinellian. Powerful but subtle enchantments bring the happy couple closer together.
A blade forged by a man with an evil mind.
A missile ment for a presant or future based RPG
Getting the favour of a Necromancer, and asking for a magical cloak? Sure, why not.
These scissors, though insignificant and well, pathetic for an item on this site. But before you critisize and yell, read this.
Created in the far future, then sent through a temporal rift to the ancient past by the Chronomage Cara, the Circlet is an artefact designed to focus a mage’s energies when attempting to manipulate time.
Created long ago by the Chronomage Cara, the Amulet is an artefact designed to focus a mage’s energies when attempting to manipulate time.
A strange magic item designed to be a very secretive way of interacting with other planes of existance.
This Staff is a blessing to any travelers who frequently use rope or need rope.
This book’s origin’s are unknown, it’s owner, Pentwell, an old hermit gnome living of the coast of Felldart found it one day on the shoreline, floating in the tide. Then, he learned that the book fortold what was to happen.
A shape-shifter of some sort has taken up a post at the War College of an enemy realm, where he secretly picks off only the most promising officer cadets, arranging bizarre accidents that gradually debase the leadership of the hostile army. In the long run, this will improve his nation's chances when the inevitable conflict comes.
As a shape-shifter he can impersonate superiors and peers alike and send the target candidate to the cleverly-prepared site of his (or her?) execution. As long as he is successful, no-one will ever know about the deception--even necromancy will only implicate the one impersonated...