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
The severed hand of a former judge, a man who sacrificed his own blood to uphold the law.
Discover the real and mythical origins behind items of mundanity!
A invaluable tool for those with a thirst for knowledge.
An animated marionette that acts as advisor or assistant to a worthy hero.
Coins for those with friends who live far away.
A cornerstone of modern biotechnology, and something that remains in the upper echelons of secrecy.
An item revered by the Serenia and reviled by the Fasceti.
The Nekron, also known as Dark Elves, the Drow, and other ruder names are rarely friendly with humans, but on occasion they need their help, and are willing to reward them for a job well done...
The Truth Mage, Veracit, feared to utilize the Observer's Paradox, uncomfortable with their perilous effect on reality.
A man was killed somehow and brought back to life. He, uniquely, remembers everything about Death, from the skeleton on the horse that guided him, to the afterlife itself. And the annoying bit where he was wrenched from his jacuzzi. He now has penned the instant best seller, entitled 'To Death and Back: My adventurers beyond the grave.' OR IS IT? Is this man telling the truth, or simply a very good liar? Is it all a fraud?