This could have made Johnny Appleseed's job that much easier!
A weapon cleverly disguised as a wrapped drinking straw.
Also known as the Equalizer.
An ancient relic from a bird worshiping time.
Combating any monster is often as simple as having the right tool for the job. The nightmarish lycanthrop is no exception.
The ultimate tool of The Hunter; a bow that comes with seven different types of arrows.
Nieglosh is a heavily enchanted blade that commands the wind and bears the title: Hurricane Strike.
"It was as if, for a heartbeat, the world awoke, and lashed out in rage at those who disturbed it."
A weapon for those in dire need, Corran’s glove holds a nasty surprise.
The Bloody Bow (also known as the Bow of Blood) has a well… bloody past.
A tough alternative to the common Quiver.
Born half in legend, half in cold science, Lightning’s Voice is a carrier of divine wrath in an age without faith.
The wicked claw of the Hollow Woods, you would be wise to avoid their feared archers…
Bows, Arrows, Bolts, Braces and Quivers.
A loud crack broke the silence of the night. A piercing howl of pure agony followed, but was cut short after a moment by a low gurgle and a thump. Cedir smiled coyly, just another victim of the Tongue of Demons
One had best be careful before opening up one of these barrels…
The wizard and Thieves Guild member John Beltane wanted a portal that could be used to steal anything from anywhere. Instead he invented what in the right hands was a highly effective weapon, and in the wrong hands was a disaster just waiting to happen.
An item of legend, that may not even exist. But many still desire it, and many fear its possible use.
A magical arrow made by a evil group whose meeting place was in a dangerous old forest. They called themselves the “The Circle of Hell”. This group included members of varied skills and racial background but were dedicated to one thing, the summoning of hell’s highest mountain to our home plane…
The village sits on the edge of the deep fjord, often engulfed in mist or rain. Its people are fishermen, who work even through the sea-ravaging winter. And they pray to the gods of the deep.
At the beginning of every winter they hold a summoning ceremony. Three boats are taken out into the fjord, a hornsman on each. The mournful horns are blown in the language of the whales, the gods of the deep. The whales sometimes appear in answer to these calls, and it is taken as a good omen when they do.
To a party of PCs wandering the misty hills and valleys nearby however, the doleful whalesong of the horns can be disturbing and misinterpreted...