A pair of rings fashioned by the legendary Elven spellsmith Aurinellian. Powerful but subtle enchantments bring the happy couple closer together.
A blade forged by a man with an evil mind.
Getting the favour of a Necromancer, and asking for a magical cloak? Sure, why not.
Created in the far future, then sent through a temporal rift to the ancient past by the Chronomage Cara, the Circlet is an artefact designed to focus a mage’s energies when attempting to manipulate time.
Created long ago by the Chronomage Cara, the Amulet is an artefact designed to focus a mage’s energies when attempting to manipulate time.
A strange magic item designed to be a very secretive way of interacting with other planes of existance.
This Staff is a blessing to any travelers who frequently use rope or need rope.
The torch, another wondrous creation of Elven make was created by the elf mages of Haléfas. When oil is put in the hole then lit by fire, the flame will turn as black as a panther’s pelt.
A pike that holds the spirit of a brave slain warrior.
The Assassin looked at the scroll, smiled and put it away. His work was done…
The dead will think you one of their own with this handy, though disturbing, piece of equipment.
The deluxe weapon for every adventurer. A short sword with a small extra dimesional space in the handle.
A ShortBow created by a community of Gnomes who liked to simplify things. It has three strings. Each string has a very different effect.
The flask itself is not very important, any flask will do. It is the WibliÃ« itself wich is important. This special drink carried by the rangers of Halefas is also a great need of other countries. Merchants from around Hamset come to the great market street of Ellivanor in hope of ubtaining this liquid.
Axes were made to cut down trees. The Living Trees of Blackwood forest decided the best thing for thier axe to cut down was men.
Chome was an unlucky magician that lost an arm in a horrible spell backfire. Undeterred he created this necklace which gives him a phantom arm.
An unremarkable flask that could turn up anywhere, but we all know not everything is as it seems…
If you don’t already know about this classic innovation, you really need to.
A large steel shield in the form of a sea-shell attributed to Athena, the goddess of civilization, craft wisdom and war.
A staff that was supposed to give control over all the elements was horribly warped by a misspoken incantation.
The old clock tower stands tall, but the bulk of the uppermost storey is crumbling and unsafe, with gaping cracks in the walls. The metal struts and girders supporting the great bronze bells are still intact, though, and the bells survive. The grotesque gargoyles and arabesques which decorated the original design have either fallen into the street (once or twice a year more bricks fall from the tower, prompting calls for its demolition) or have been defaced, but the main doors to the clock tower are still intact and show signs of being kept in working order. This is the home of The Captains, clad in raggedy clothes, with sooty faces, and perpetually runny noses. But behind each set of eyes is the look of a survivor. They live to stick together and make it through each day. Older than their years in many ways, the friendship they share with each other and Wims ghost keeps the core of a childs innocence and hope alive in each. But they are still very suspicious of outsiders. They are a group of street children who live in the clock tower. Some are orphans, some runaways, and some nomads who occasionally return to their homes. But they’re all poor, dirty and perpetually hungry, as well as being wily, unscrupulous and mischievous in a fairly brutal way. Enough of them have suffered at the hands of adults for all of them to be wary of any grown-ups, particularly ones who ask too many questions, although with hard work and a lot of food it might be possible to win the confidence or even the trust of a few of them.