An evershifting blade of ice, this is the weapon gifted to the chosen of the three-aspected goddess of water.
A little prank that has found its uses. Shaving razor.
The bronze half plate of the Flame Knight, this armor serves to protect the wearer with the blessing of the Lord of Fire.
The silver and gold longsword of a knight of flame.
In the darkness in the south transept of the Cathedral of Isielles stands the resplendent Clock of Shadows. It tells more than just the time of day…
Even the most useless of items can become something more if a legendary mage carries it around for a couple of centuries.
A set of polished silver and gold tea cups and saucers, and accompanying silver serving plate, that will serve on its own.
It looks like an ordinary parchment map, until it speaks to you. It says, “I know where you need to go to find what you are looking for.” From there, the adventure begins.
The dwarfs of Thodar created a weapon of might and power - but how much is the wielder prepared to sacrifice to gain prowess in battle?
A brightly colored ink that hardens the skin.
A broken shard of mystical powers.
One set was forged with love, the other with hate. But they were both powerful weapons.
The shattered remnants of a divine weapon, a certain amount of power remains in these bits of celestial metal.
Long ago, longer still than even the golden age of Hamset, so long it is out of the memory of man, though not of the elves for they remember their history to the first. Many secrets areheld by the elves. As this, a glass vial containing the tears of Laitha, the fairest, kindest and most beautiful living being to grace the world of Hamset.
A dark emperors gloves that make an excelent weapon and torture tool.
Will this tome be the saviour or the bane of your heroes?
Centaur-crafted marching drums, imbued with firey power.
Warstaff (Warhammer/staff combo). Call of the Storm is five feet even. It is an archmage’s staff that has been modified into the Warstaff by adding a Warhammer’s hammerhead and infused with magical reserves.
A lute form of living crystal, powerful and ultimately fatal to the wielder…
A masterwork katana meant to give souls to the undead.
The local band of 'nasties' (goblins / orcs / whatever) lives in relative peace with the local population.
Along come the PCs and go through their usual heroic monster bashing routine, wiping out the nasties and pinching all their stuff, then continue on their way.
Problem is, they don't kill ALL he nasties. The survivors want revenge and, after spending a few months recovering, start to take it in their own inimitable style (which is not unlike that of the PCs come to think of it).
Next time the PCs are in the area they find themselves VERY unpopular with the townsfolk.