Pretty smoke rings? Naw, I can do a lot more than that.
The cover depicts a stylized rose with one drop of blood dripping from one of its thorns.
(But is there more than meets the eye with this book, of bloody course there is!)
What used to BEE the crown of an old dwarven king has now BEEn made a portable BEE-hive.
Dentures, magic dentures.
Also known as the Equalizer.
The perfect ring for those who seek to make the most dramatic of entrances.
A magic knife - when it hits a target, it can age them by centuries, and may de-age the user.
Six powerful substances as described by Hachnar the Alchemist
Not all magic items are for humans. Rewrite of my original and premiere submission, Horse Brass
An unassuming sewing needle, five to six inches long. Certainly nothing out of the ordinary.
A suit of dragon scale armor created from and psychically linked to a still-living dragon.
Magic, by its very nature, would greatly help not just the PCs, but the masses, too. Here are some magic items that the commoners's use.
Six gruesome blades forged from dwarven blood in the pits of ancient bol-Pakash. Six knives the dwarves wish never existed.
A toilet that teleports your feces onto the PottyPortal's Poop Hill.
The best way for a traveling dwarf to sleep is on a bed of stone - Bodrick Rocknumber, stone bed salesman
'Cmon and drink up. This potion will really help us understand each other, if you know what I mean.
A fine cloak that allows the wearer to see from a statue's eyes.
"I once went questin' for Alexander Sehtolc's five clothes. Each item has a magic power that the wearer can use, see. And when you get all seven, each power is amplified. 'Course, I never could find Alex's boots."
-Old Gerald, man in the pub.
Arakis's zombie problem went largely ignored, because it was believed that the Shai-Hulud (sand worms) would effectively dispose of the undead walkers. Unfortunately the problem grew until the roving herds of sunburnt ghouls threatened the flow of spice. While observing one of the great reanimated masses over take a Harvester from the safety of an ornithopter, an Imperial Zoologists noted that the sand caked flesh eating revenants walked entirely without rhythm.
Shortly after receiving this report the Bene Gesserits claimed to have a solution to Arakis's hellish resurrections. They asserted to the agents of the great houses that the worms could be drawn to the walkers using an ancient sonic weapon. According to the sisters, exposing the zombies to an antediluvian ballad composed by the great master M. Jackson would force them to step in time.