Just the thing for making your demon-infested two-handed sword from Hell!
Need to get a messenger bird to someone? Give 'em a Bird Brain
An unassuming sewing needle, five to six inches long. Certainly nothing out of the ordinary.
This was it? A small ornamental hammer the size of his palm. Where was this "fabled treasure" this man possessed?
The young rogue left the manor by the same smelly route he'd came by, disappointment showing plainly on his face.
<span italic;"="">In the study, the case sat open, empty.
"We don't understand why such things are even spread about us, we are not at all like that!"
"Got this here from a wizard on a bargin. Just the thing to survive the salvaging of treasure from the deep when you don't have a lot of start up cash. Not everyone can tame sea turtles mate, you know what I'm saying? This here is an item with it's own character, a real unique item, so beware of imitators! The surest way to spot a fake is have a friend try it, if he dies, all you have is a ordinary bucket and a funeral to pay for, this here is the one real deal you've been looking for and it's still available for a steal!"
- Street hawker outside the Affordable Arch-Mage
A small millstone, as far as millstones go, made by a wizard for his clerical friend to ensure he was always able to make fresh bread, wherever his travels took him.
If you had writing as bad as Corran's, you'd look for a way around it too.
100 word magic item
"All the guests were thoroughly checked before they entered the manse, my Prince. There was no sword on him...yet, he pulled the blade from his belt! But how..."
"Such a curious candle... it burns...with no wick?"
The ties that bound their childhood home might just be the ties that repair their broken kinship.
“They have a cave Troll”
And now you can too!!!!
Apprentice: “Master, this ritual must be performed under an eclipsed sun. We'll be here until next winter if we want to complete it!”
Mage: “Ah, but you are forgetting that we have a portable eclipse handy! Observe carefully . . .”
The massive hammer of Nial Ironspirit, there is no finer tool for the manipulation of steel.
Odd little devices, almost ubiquitous in any city which relies on thaumatechnology.
Sturdy goggles with thick green lenses, and wires that lead to a battery of thaumic energy.
"Whats this do?" Asked the visting Human.
"That," Dugfar replied. "Is my- Wait! Don’t tou-"
...and with that they were buried alive.
Doctor Foster was fed up of being known as Doctor Fester, and decided that no more would the people he operated on face the risk of gangrene after their surgery.
Molk Peruda is encountered by the PCs on the second day of their journey west from the salt-choked port of Quyn, as they prepare to explore the jungle.
He appears a gaunt, wolfish man, with matted, dark hair that sprouts from his head in dreadlocks, contrasting with his well-oiled, blue-black, conical beard. His eyes are hidden ebon shards beneath thick arching brows, his nose, crooked, long, and reminiscent of a snout. His mouth is a thin, dark line, his teeth unseen even when he parts his lips to speak.
His skin is the color of tallow, surprising perhaps for a renowned jungle guide, yet his natural helm of dreads and the jungle's canopy keeps the sun from bronzing his originally pale flesh. On his back are tattooed three women from the waist up, side-by-side, each resembling the other but of different ages. This is a tattoo of Molk's mother, sister, and daughter. His wife (don't bring her up to him!) was killed by marauding Qullan years ago, and appears as her own tattoo on his broad but sunken chest.
His feet shockingly are turned around 180 degrees at the ankle, facing towards his back! A curse from a pernicious shaman. Molk walks feet backwards (he's used to it) and walks backwards, forwards. This can be very disconcerting and outright creepy to the PCs as he guides them through the rainforest.
Slung from his back is an archer's quarrel of treated wood carved to resemble a stalking leopard, in his hand a re-curved composite bow of horn and sinew, with a pair of vivid, red eyes, each one painted on the opposite side of the hand-grip. In a leather sheath at his belt, hangs a falchion, its pommel adorned with a curved bird's head and beak.