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.
We’ve seen magicians pull rabbits out of a hat, but have you ever seen a druid pull a boar out of his shirt?
The torch, another wondrous creation of Elven make was created by the elf mages of Haléfas. When oil is put in the hole then lit by fire, the flame will turn as black as a panther’s pelt.
A pike that holds the spirit of a brave slain warrior.
A special sword handed down to only the worthy few men who possess the true nature of the Righteous Order.
The Assassin looked at the scroll, smiled and put it away. His work was done…
The old boots of a farmer long dead. The hole in the bottom sudjests many things. But its cursed P’owers go B’eyond just a boot.