A cloak that turns all those who look at the wearer into a quivering mass of tears.
Some might call it a clawed glove. That would be Anthrocentric. It, and items like it, are magic weapons for being that use magic and do not use weapons, but use their claws. The Clawed Races uses these "claws" to enhance their natural combative ability.
A sword made by ancestors, of ancestors, for desendants. The spirits of the warriors gone before help serve this blade’s master in battle.
Mask Behind the Sky carved away all of his stillness to create his Bachta-Toad-Amulet…
A set of gloves crafted by none other than our friendly resident soul-mage, Tarquin. Designed specifically to give a physical attack that is effective even with his weak body.
Invented by a pragmatic clothier and a wizard-for-hire, the Tourniquet Tunic is made for use on the battlefield.
A curiously designed ring - but not uncommon. Similar in design to most traditional ‘magi-rings’, which often hold enchantments on them. But unlike those rings, this one may take quite a hold on you…
Elenus is the royal sword of the Kingdom of Marcosia, passed down through the royal family from the misty days of yore.
This chainmail shirt would be usefull to anyone who would use music to weave magic. However, there is a catch…
An item that puts a horible curse on the victims of its spell.
This ice-crafted armor is a gift from the three-aspected Goddess of Water to her chosen.
A stone construct that is ideal as a magical guardian, either of property or of information
An evershifting blade of ice, this is the weapon gifted to the chosen of the three-aspected goddess of water.
A little prank that has found its uses. Shaving razor.
The bronze half plate of the Flame Knight, this armor serves to protect the wearer with the blessing of the Lord of Fire.
The silver and gold longsword of a knight of flame.
In the darkness in the south transept of the Cathedral of Isielles stands the resplendent Clock of Shadows. It tells more than just the time of day…
Even the most useless of items can become something more if a legendary mage carries it around for a couple of centuries.
A set of polished silver and gold tea cups and saucers, and accompanying silver serving plate, that will serve on its own.
It looks like an ordinary parchment map, until it speaks to you. It says, “I know where you need to go to find what you are looking for.” From there, the adventure begins.
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.