The biggest reason that Amerikka Command survives to plague the Atlantic Federation, the only reason the ACPS hasn't destroyed the Python Pirate Syndicate, is their mastery and sharing of shroud technology.
These are items of great interest to the Players Cult, and show a few potential ways to bring them into a larger campaign.
The First three are of particular interest to one guild over the others, while the final two are vitally important to the Cult as a whole.
One man's ultimate demise could prove another's treasure...Or curse.
Dentures, magic dentures.
Six powerful substances as described by Hachnar the Alchemist
Based off of the Rubik's Cube, the Emote Cube is a banned piece of arcanotechnology
Sometimes, you just want to accept that something tastes good without knowing how it was made.
Magic, by its very nature, would greatly help not just the PCs, but the masses, too. Here are some magic items that the commoners's use.
A toilet that teleports your feces onto the PottyPortal's Poop Hill.
A set of 30 Dwarven Treasures, for finding, or stealing.
By the Cosmic era, almost every part of the human body is replaceable, including of all organs, the brain.
While technically alive, magnagogs have little in the way of personality and are driven via telepathic command.
The teeth and fingerbones of holy men and more
The relic of an old Sorcerer, the Glyph of Tarnos Krae is a window into the past.
"Please, there must be something you can do. Oh if he'd just managed to keep his eyes open, two more minutes would have been enough."
"The gods must have truly wanted the king to drown, to make him meet such an end in a mud puddle, most unfortunate indeed. Then again we all knew he was unsteady on his feet, a pity that cane his son gave him for his 85th birthday didn't serve him better..."
A magically cursed walking stick, often gifted to those who have been on the throne a little too long. Suitable for use in any magical fantasy setting and easily adapted to higher tech magical settings.
It is rare that humans earn a gift from the Merpeople, as most of the time the two races tend to avoid each other, and with scarce resources the Merpeople tend not to give gifts very often, yet it does happen...
Bucky Batteries: when you need batteries to last a long long long time
A 100 piece of sci-fi minutia
Discover the real and mythical origins behind items of mundanity!
A invaluable tool for those with a thirst for knowledge.
Wytchwolde-Under-Ash, once a great Thorpe, was razed to the ground by the ruthless, and truth told more than slightly deranged, Porcelain Princess and her henchmen, the Purifiers. When the flames had at last subsided, and a kaleidoscope of swirling, dull-gray ash choked the sky, nine hundred acres of old growth iron spruce, black larch and weeping birch, was burned to utter cinders, along with the entire coven of witches comprising the Sisterhood of the Silver Teat.
Now, centuries later, the forests are somewhat re-grown, and the town of Foolswater stands where Wytchwolde-Under-Ash once did. It is said that even to this day, one can still find ashes in the otherwise potable well-water of this village. Once a year during the Winter Solstice, the “Ash-Wind” comes to Foolswater, a suffocating black cloud that passes quickly but leaves dead birds and animals in its wake, darkening the trees, and staining the sky with black snow. The inhabitants of the village know better than to be caught outside during the day-long Ash-Wind. Everyone is locked snugly inside, singing old hymns that curse and re-curse the burned witches who once called this place home.