Obsessions rarely work out for the best, but chaos makes them interesting… -Anonymous
A coward’s ring, Spathi’s Ring of Elusion allows the magi wearing it easy escape from battle, and a parting shot to be remembered by at the same time.
These light daggers are the tools of the priests of Death, bringing Her Mercy to those whom suffer.
An attempt to improve the venerable elixir of haste, there remain a few… kinks to be worked out.
This seemingly normal stake is potentially a lot more then it seems. Few people however can unlock it’s full powers, or would want to.
"O Victorious Maul, send down your fury!
O Hammer of Justice, bring Dalraaen’s law!
O Weapon of Righteousness, cast out the unlawful!"
- Magistrate Archivinus Kelstori, Ode to the Gavel
With the patronage of Dalraaen, this heavenly mace is the focus of the Magisterium’s strongest order. Its darker roots, however, are hidden even to its wielders, and its very existance threatens the world.
The famed Sigil Swords were a great help to the naval forces of those who served Big Red, and their magic would only serve their owners, much to the anger of the Admirals of the De Madden Company.
The wicked claw of the Hollow Woods, you would be wise to avoid their feared archers…
Sometimes, you just need to stash something away - some spare cash, a holdout weapon, your gender…
The fey are strange, but occasionally, just occasionally, their actions make sense.
Peter saw it in the shadows. It began like a emerald sparkler. The sparkler begain to move around in a circle. Slowly at first, but with increasing speed. Then gold and silver light began to spin around with the green. Soon the spinning lights cooled. They became metallic, yet still gently glowing in the gloom. Inside the ring, static - like the static on an analog tv - appeared. The first of what he would call Grinches appeared.
New Takes on Classic Magic Items
A magical rope with many useful properties.
A wonderous weapon bearing the power and grace of the elvish people…
A magical, multi-dimensional crystal that damages all it touches, even reality.
Candles aren’t just for lighting, anymore.
A list of harmless (if sometimes annoying) potions.
Find a penny, pick it up.
And all the day you’ll have good luck.
An assortment of cures scattered to all ends of Strolen’s domain!
An item to increase the comfort of the dreaded Cold Camp.
Ursula is a were-bear; she and Stewart, the bailiff of a rural feudal estate, are lovers, sharing all their secrets as lovers often do. Recently something has been taking livestock. *He* must deal with suspicions that a bear is involved (one has been seen nearby...): *she* must defend herself if it is revealed (perhaps by a jealous suitor, perhaps accidentally) that she is a lycanthrope. The adventurers might be called in to track the hungry beast(s) and discover her secret, but be able to reveal that the culprits are a small pack of wolves that has moved in to the area. The adventurers might earn the gratitude of both Ursula and Stewart, depending on what they reveal, and to whom.