An enchanted spell book in a walking stick, originally created by a blind mage. It allows a wizard to secretly prepare spells in plain sight.
"Seriously, how many books does he have?"
The cover depicts a stylized rose with one drop of blood dripping from one of its thorns.
(But is there more than meets the eye with this book, of bloody course there is!)
After the sorceress Rigalene died, those going through her estate were puzzled. Where were all her books? And how would they find homes for all these cats?
A young scholar and mage creates a book to hold all the knowlage he discoverd without haveing to carry a library or destroy what he wrote.
The Unic Horn can be used to utter audible spells by blowing through the horns and bone resonator.
Legacy of the sorcerous Shetam Kham, these complex rites allow even the most evil of accursed items to be reclaimed.
They say the walls have ears. Here we have a book that does….
Book with initially blank pages which records the life of the holder from the time it is picked up to the day someone else picks it up, at which point it starts again as blank pages.
Flip. Flip. Flip. Flip. The sound softly echoed in the Sanctum’s walls.
A Wizard’s most prized possesion is his Spellbook and with this item it will be safe from the eyes of others.
Ever had that oh-so-annoying companion, that just wouldnt shut up? Here is the perfect remedy.
Even the most useless of items can become something more if a legendary mage carries it around for a couple of centuries.
Will this tome be the saviour or the bane of your heroes?
The Assassin looked at the scroll, smiled and put it away. His work was done…
Deep within a strange labyrinth, a book wields the magic of its former master. Illusion becomes reality.
One day a a wind begins to blow out of the West. The next day it gets stronger. And stronger still the next few days. Eventually (and fortunately), the speed of the wind tops out at a steady fifty miles an hour, but continues to blow. Soon an entire kingdom is wondering why it's not abating. The weather mages deem it unnatural but can't seem to banish or control it. The priests of various faiths claim it's divine. The End-Of-Days crowd is having a field day with their predictions of doom. No one knows why the gale persists. When inquiring with neighboring kingdoms, it seems they too suffer from a persistent western mistral. Eventually the populace begins to adapt to living with a twenty four hour a day wind. Always from the West, and perpetual. What could be causing this? A raging Elemental king? a curse from the gods? an unearthed artifact? Or has Nature itself gone haywire?