Thunderstones, why do you need them? * Loud Thunder Noise * " WHAT WAS THAT? '''
The peddler was pulling odd things from his pack, extolling each as he laid them down – one shoe that changed colors, a knife carved from wood, a mummified bird. “And this,” he said, pulling a 1 foot square box of stone out of his pack, “is all the friends you will ever need.” He opened it up, showing the carved stone statues of warriors inside. He took one out and stood it on the ground, where it changed to flesh and blood, stretched, then pulled the sword from its sheath and saluted them with it. “An army in your pocket! For a mere thousand gold! A bargain!”
A magical pair of glasses once allowed the sharpest of minds to perceive the physical world around him. His cutting insight, throwing light on the darkest of secrets, is now housed within the spectacles.
A simple metal bucket, capable of holding a bucket of water, or as it happens, a lifetime of effort.
A candle inside of a skull is a typical creepy feature in cultist's lairs or haunted places, but what if they served a more practical purpose?
Like the Tiny Hut only better.
Necromancers have a common answer to most questions. This is a spell that one Necromancer invented in order to answer the question, "How do I get off this ship?".
A twist on the old.
The secret device behind the most feared corrosive substance to ever plague the mortal realms.
"Hey, I actually enchanted something! Wow!"
Teeth: small, durable, and full of potential, if one only knows how to tap it.
These mighty arcane stones came from humble origins, but there is nothing humble about their power once unleashed
A Restorative item for machines
30 ways to show off wealth
While magic if full of odd associations, some are quite "pun-ish". By accident or on purpose, slips of the tongue are there.
Just as every religion has a unique emblem, so to do they have unique equipment that their more adventurous members make use of. These are some of those items.
Zombies make horrible dinner guest. Trying to eat the brains of the host tends to ruin things.
Well, now you can tell them to fork off with this handy little item.
It was nothing more than a child’s plaything until the sorcerer got hold of it…
Wha—is that a miniature thunderstorm in that thing?
Hold through, little Selva, do not close your eyes. It is not sleep, that comes so lightly to you. Soon you will rest under the Shroud, and wake up when the spring comes.
In an isolated mountainous region, the local miners build their stone huts right next to the sarcophagi of their dead. In the winding tunnels of their mines, the spirits of their ancestors toil alongside them, sensing where the best deposits will be found and guiding their picks' strokes.