Of all the Kings' Items, this one is rarely spoken of in this day and age. Also known as Kingsbane, this staff has a very dark history indeed.
Wizards have unique needs while traveling in adventuring parties that are often difficult to overcome. Many interesting and unusual solutions have been created to deal with the specific needs of an adventuring wizard.
Many wizards find having a study or wizards tower of some sort quite useful for the collection and storage of spells and other knowledge. Rhojin decide to share his tower with his sparrow familiar, Gebs, in an unconventional way.
The magical tool of a forgotten sect, the spinneret stylus' power may bring as many troubles than it solves.
A symbol of desired peace among the Flame and the Frost. The White Fang is a amplifier of chill winds and a pacifier of burning hearts, in the right hands.
Mr James Grimes was a wizard and inventor of some note whose main job was casting small spells to repair things or create minor magical items. On his days off he would sometimes visit the local courts to watch people on trial and thought;what if there was a simple way to tell who was good and who was evil? Would that not save time and money? And so he came up with the idea of the Demon Spectacles to tell the good from the bad.
"Goblin Sorcerery? That's bullcrap. A Goblin couldn't enchant the backside of a sick goat to- Well, you get what I'm saying."
The most difficult thing in life is to know yourself. - Thales
When dealing with ghosts and the Undead in general, the right Spirit Lantern might make all the difference between a successful encounter and ending injured or even worse, dead or possessed. Here are a few of the most useful...
A crude stone cup, the type used by giants and hags.
It does not look very impressive, a stick carved out of baobab wood, with sigals all down it that were covered in gold leaf once, and a whisk of horse-tail upon it. Yet whoever carries this finds it really keeps the insects away. Most people have no idea just how much power it really contains within it...
Many magic staffs shoot rays of disintegrating acoustics or summon laser elementals. The Staff of Seryl gets you pregnant.
Unless you are a dude, of course.
If you need bait in a hurry and the ogres won't get out of the way, you need the Chum Bucket
A key tool of the Necromancers of Light, the Soulbinder eases the difficulty of resurrection.
A boon to theives, this can be used to replace items with duplicates, which means that the shoplifter or the sneak-thief can go about his or her work in safety with little chance of discovery, provided he or she takes care when stealing.
The Voyeur's Wand was made by a jealous student of magic who had never had a girlfriend and was envious of those who were part of a loving couple, and wanted to embarass those who were.
...and walking sticks, and crosiers, and goads, and scepters, but no wands!
A metal tube with a shiny red button just begging to be pressed; also a potent steamtech tool.
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.
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Slow and meticulous, Heathen had a great deal to prove to the other witches of her coven. So, she set out to do the impossible: the wand of death.