This beautiful golden staff has caused many a man or woman to become lost for words…
Why call a staff a sword? No accident, I assure you. A sword strikes people down, injuring thier life. Danrick’s Sword injures the victims lives, to be sure, but a bruise from an old man’s stick is only the beginning of thier woes.
A Legendary magic item given to Oamahar of the Wise by Aurorobouros for achieving perfect harmony with the elements. Warning: This item may not really exist, nobody knows.
One of the most powerful relics of the persecuted People of the Coral is the Saviour, a beautiful multi-coloured coral trident that has saved them more then once from total destruction in the wars of the past,and was given to them by their goddess…
Needing to speed up magical item creation, Phillip Thornblood made this staff to glue, bind, weld, melt, or even smash things together.
Salvation to oneself is bought through the salvation of others…
Can a demon ever learn what it means to feel pity, grief, fear, despair, joy and the rest of those tangled emotions and feelings that plague humans? Can beings who obtain their deepest satisfaction from the suffering they inflict on others,ever embrace those very things they so passionately despise and hate about the mortal races? Mozrak,wisest of the half-demons and beloved of the Mother Godess, believed it not impossible. The Staff is both his curse and gift to his pureblood cousins.
These items, potent wards against spirits, were once commonplace. Following the end of the old Empire the methods of their manufacture was lost and none new have been made in the intervening centuries.
Oft overlooked, and moreso understaffed, the majordomo of Jesolo Manor sought out a sorcerous cousin to craft for him some sort of charm or spell to aid him in the maintainence of the sprawling manor. A six foot staff of twisted oak was his prize.
This creation of Necromancy allows a true Necromancer access to certain powers engineered specifically for the spread of the practice. Created in the Forgotten Realms, a mysterious item ideal for the young or old.
Full Powers and the Full History of the item are included.
An item that can be used at any distance when the wielder is in favor with the owner that allows the user to cast spells, even in a null-magic zone.
A powerfull Orb made by Hardom, the Elven god of the crafting of magical items. Its porpose was to stop the constant requests by the Elves.
A staff of great power in the hands off those who manipulate the strands of fate.
Day in and day out the library and labs Robert was always about. When questioned of his motions, he explained he was fetching his master’s potions, but secretly crafting a wand is what he pained. In the end an ebony wand was made, it would be known later as Trotters Unfair Trade.
Long ago there was a cult who worshipped Bast, the fickle goddess of Felines. Their temple has fallen, and the cult dispersed and all that remains is a silver wand adorned with the holy symbol of bast, a cat with emeralds for eyes…
Known to the priests of Schiehallion as "The All-Seeing Eye", Watcher is in actuality merely one of the more minor of Corvus’s orbs. Little did Corvus guess that such a mundane tool would one day be revered as a fountain of knowledge.
In the center of the great library, seated on a plain pedastal of twisted iron, sits a Grey crystal ball, 30 centimetres in diameter and with a misty interior to it. It is to this ball, that people go to find the whereabouts of books in the library, but the orb is much more complex than its simple task, though few may be aware of it.
Garnar’hklorrrathhhh is a God who rules over his people who has spread across The Land. If asked about this, it would say, “I am amazed at life’s little quirks. It is all a matter of being in the right place at the right time”. You see, since the “Voop” this early lesser orb has become one of the most powerful on the planet.
The staff is beautiful to look at, made of pure ebony wood with a large diamond set at the top and rusted iron buttons along it’s side. It gives off an aura of very powerful magic.The ebony is scarred by a hit from a sword of some kind.
Most feared of the Regalia of Dominion, the Ruby Sceptre is a terrifying weapon in the hands of a skilled fire mage.
An old, misanthropic and paranoid man feels his time is coming. There are sons to leave his fortune to, but they are not worth it, not a dime do they deserve! And he doesn't really trust anyone else. And so he has made a decision: as a part of his last will, his henchmen are instructed to burn and destroy all his holdings, buildings as harvest. The lands shall be auctioned off, the proceeds used to pay the servants. Nothing shall stay behind. Nothing.
Depending on the status of the grumpy old man, this weird occurrence may be only a family drama, or it may end up bringing an entire region into chaos. Or the son(s) have found what should happen, and want to prevent it before their sick father dies.