It's not that common that humans gain gifts from the Fair Folk, but it does happen.
A fine brass ring adorned with the figures of pigeons and doves.
More than just a 30, I crafted a whole campaigns worth of ideas for the rational, theory and history of all the magic weapons of a world that has a low knowledge base of crafting and a high mana level. Suitable for a rare item, low powered world.
Sub contains a fair amount of system neutral stats in the body of the sub, and a small amount of game specific stats for any version of D&D/Pathfinder in an idea scroll at the bottom
The Xan-Axe is said to be a wonderful weapon-those who wield this battle axe seemingly fell no fear. Until, that is, they put it down, if only for a short time.
A conventional war drum, or is it?
A very useful tool for a worker of magic.
Those fancy robes are not just for show.
Seven more magical rings, each with a very different enchantment on it.
Two rival wizards. You can guess what happens. Yes, one flays the other naturally, but is interrupted half-way through the skinning ritual...
You begin to feel funny. Your head becomes clouded as you approach the evil wizard. Wait, you shouldn't attack the wizard. He's done nothing wrong to you. Your party members are wrong. They lied to you. You should attack them!
...You come to your senses after a momentary black-out. You have blood on your sword. The bard is bleeding and the rest of your fellow party members have their weapons drawn and are poised to attack you. And you can hear the evil wizard behind you chuckling.
You don't need a pipe or a heavenly voice to draw a crowd with this in your hands.
A relatively common magical item from the city of Lionguard
This could have made Johnny Appleseed's job that much easier!
A sword made of demon blood to fight demons.
A wonderfully ornate wood and silk dragon suit of the kind used in the Chinese Dragon dance. Flawlessly crafted, it is a wonder to see.
Freetext Friday, A Tale of Mysantia
Freetext Friday. One of the many flawed magic weopon types of the Stolen World
“Something weird heah! Get yer weird things!” I raised an eyebrow. Street vendors rolled by the Woflo Inn about five hundred blighted times a day, screeching like strangled gulls. I got sick of the racket by the second day, but it was midsummer, and closing the shutters would’ve choked us with the heat. Blight take this human city anyway, I'd take the Altanian jungles if I had a choice. At least there are no street vendors there.
Chav was on her feet and grabbing for her belt pouch like a shot. “Where are YOU going?” I drawled.
“You GOTTA come see this, Eve! This guy is great!” And with that, she was right out the door and pelting down the stairs.
“Something weird heah! Get yer weird things riiiight heah!”
Med-pods, med-bays, and a dozen trade marked names, all for the technomagical healing bed.
An ancient Chinese string instrument (guqin being the actual term) adapted to a fantasy setting
As the PCs travel the road, right after a bend they hear a sharp whistle and call: "Heeey, not so lazy, move your asses!" It is a large man that calls, and there are unwilling workers that listen. A small company, 10-15 men work on the road, push boulders aside, dig up roots from under the road, etc. The large man that shouted turns to you, smiles fast and mutters something under his breath, sounds like cursing some lazy worker. "Where does the road bring you from, travellers?" And does a little small-talk.
And what is really happening? A group of bandits is 'adapting' the road for shady purposes. The road will not be wider, but tighter, with enough cover around (and a few traps perhaps), and will become an ideal spot for ambushing travellers or entire caravans. The bandit leader wants them all to appear harmless. The 'lazy worker' he cursed was actually a guard that should give warning before any travellers come around (fallen asleep). Not surprisingly, the boss may decide for an ambush even now.