Manifold collections of wheels, and gears, springs and coils, all bound by the inexoriable tread of time.

'Made on a small island in the Black Sea, it has the power to make a person invinsible in magical concerns, but people should be warned, it has never brought luck to it's wielders.' Conan Highblade, High Seer of Abasil

'A brand forged in the dying embers of the old gods, such that a pact was formed in the light of the new era. The birthing gods of the lands would attribute to man his due accord or be unmade from the power that bore them. So it came that man was able to vanquish the tribulations that followed.' ~ Caeracyn folklore.

A Magical Stone, look into it and see what you need to, but beware...

The Kite Shield of Caladin, passed down to son from father in the Whitewing Family...

The Sword of Anawaith, named where it resides in the Ranger Guild of Anawaith...

In case you get a sinking feeling, you can use this.

The chimera is a trifold beast, and the Chimeric ring likewise is a trifold item, both magical, and cursed.

This stone is given to people of elven blood by a sibling usually before an important journey

A simple, almost clear potion with a misty swirl within it. Pungeant smelling and extremely poisonous to drink. Its purpose isn't to drink, however, but to call upon aid.

These are not ordinary gems, these are Thrar Stones. They are rocks that have been caught in the trunks of growing trees. Over thousands of years they are forged from stone to gem.

Pulsating dry white, red, orange and amber hues—- the air shimmered as the fire spirits leapt forth to and fro in the pyre. Tendrils of black carnal essence twined and twixed into the night sky barring the waxing moon from sight. The pyre burned bright as the brave and the cowardly both made their passage in preparation for the next battle and deep within the hellish inferno a golden hue developed separate from skeletal coals that breathed life with every breath of the conflagration.
The searing radiation of the holocaust gave way to the black heat as dawn emerged victorious of the night. The souls of the warriors had departed, but in corporal ashes remained a warm and coppery glow.

At first glance,this modest looking cloak made of black leather,seems to be the perfect blessing for anyone literally wanting to become someone else.
The price it exacts fom the wearer however,is a fate worse than death..

Ever had that oh-so-annoying companion, that just wouldnt shut up? Here is the perfect remedy.

A legendary sword used to hunt enemy leaders.

This card when used in a strange ritual lets you talk to one dead person, but there is a catch

A legendary axe—once you are hit, there is no escape.

flying machine

Ku Pum, the Sorceror of Trum Pku, was struck by a strange need, and in his need he sought out the aid of Stone Bell, a Spirit of caves and underground places...

Long ago there was a cult who worshipped Bast, the fickle goddess of Felines. Their temple has fallen, and the cult dispersed and all that remains is a silver wand adorned with the holy symbol of bast, a cat with emeralds for eyes...