These extremely potent gloves are otherwise, and more commonly known as the “Telekinetic Gauntlets”.
Are you a weakling mage that cant lift a sword to save yourself? Well then, look no further.
A weapon of unsurpassed power that takes a dire toll on its wielder.
Amos only wanted to please you with his music.
The wall unsealed, Mirror Serpent peered inside, ready to gaze upon the riches within. But he recoiled. There was only a withered corpse, and in its hands, a flickering lantern…
“A brand forged in the dying embers of the old gods, such that a pact was formed in the light of the new era. The birthing gods of the lands would attribute to man his due accord or be unmade from the power that bore them. So it came that man was able to vanquish the tribulations that followed.” ~ Caeracyn folklore.
At first glance,this modest looking cloak made of black leather,seems to be the perfect blessing for anyone literally wanting to become someone else.
The price it exacts fom the wearer however,is a fate worse than death..
Another scary child’s toy…
The tale of King Shorthold and The Window of the Mind
Fallu the Sorceress summoned Smile Frown, the Laughing Demon, who chuckled and said to her…
An dagger made by setting a long sharp gem in a silver hilt. Its owners rarely survive for a few days…
“Ever in my hand, lies the Blade of the Mad. It’s straight, simple craft is so alluring to me… It drives me to evil, but I love what it does. For the first blood the blade tasted was that of a human.”
A cloak that turns all those who look at the wearer into a quivering mass of tears.
A curiously designed ring - but not uncommon. Similar in design to most traditional ‘magi-rings’, which often hold enchantments on them. But unlike those rings, this one may take quite a hold on you…
An item that puts a horible curse on the victims of its spell.
A broken shard of mystical powers.
A lute form of living crystal, powerful and ultimately fatal to the wielder…
This book’s origin’s are unknown, it’s owner, Pentwell, an old hermit gnome living of the coast of Felldart found it one day on the shoreline, floating in the tide. Then, he learned that the book fortold what was to happen.
The old boots of a farmer long dead. The hole in the bottom sudjests many things. But its cursed P’owers go B’eyond just a boot.
Technically, this would be the ring of DIM-wit…
It was a beautiful thing, a full length mirror in an elaborate gilt frame. But horror and madness followed it.
The local band of 'nasties' (goblins / orcs / whatever) lives in relative peace with the local population.
Along come the PCs and go through their usual heroic monster bashing routine, wiping out the nasties and pinching all their stuff, then continue on their way.
Problem is, they don't kill ALL he nasties. The survivors want revenge and, after spending a few months recovering, start to take it in their own inimitable style (which is not unlike that of the PCs come to think of it).
Next time the PCs are in the area they find themselves VERY unpopular with the townsfolk.