The volcano robe as it is called houses the elemental power of fire.
A young scholar and mage creates a book to hold all the knowlage he discoverd without haveing to carry a library or destroy what he wrote.
The famed Mountain Cleaver is a mighty hammer and is never taken "lightly".
The wizard entered the inn, quietly activated his ring and the noise around him of chatting people, clinking glasses and munching of food fell silent. *Peace, perfect peace* thought the wizard.
Nieglosh is a heavily enchanted blade that commands the wind and bears the title: Hurricane Strike.
These mighty arcane stones came from humble origins, but there is nothing humble about their power once unleashed
They took the murderer of Cassie Davis to the chair at noon and the Warden pulled the lever. There was a loud crackle and a blue flash and the murderer’s body shrank and changed into that of his young victim. There was total silence whilst Cassie’s mother asked a question that only Cassie would have known.
When she answered it correctly there was a loud cheer as she was set free. Justice had been done and Cassie was not only legally avenged, but alive again, whilst her killer no longer existed in any form.
Spennymore’s Skating Boots look normal to the untrained eye. It is difficult to mentally connect them to the legends that cling to them, of those who would attack the wearer suddenly ending up head over heels.
"That not normal dark. My eyes can not see in it." - Bloodrock, Orcish Warrior.
A healing charm with an… annoying side effect
"It was as if, for a heartbeat, the world awoke, and lashed out in rage at those who disturbed it."
Crystals have long be heralded as recepticals of magic power. Ice too, is a crystal.
This set of jet-black breastplate is suffused with the power of those long gone.
The massive hammer of Nial Ironspirit, there is no finer tool for the manipulation of steel.
A metal with the properties of ordinary gold, which has the properties of pure silver when covered with water.
Ragnarok; An ancient flameblade hidden in a crumbling dwarven crypt
A Restorative item for machines
Honored and cherished by the people of the Ragosi mountains, the Osaki have allowed them to retain their freedom in the face of those who would enslave them.
"Okay, so I can’t run. But look at me jump!"
A metal tube with a shiny red button just begging to be pressed; also a potent steamtech tool.
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.