You know that little voice in the back of your head that tells you when you’re about to do something stupid? Well, he’s here and he’s brought some friends.
A new twist on the deck of many things with it’s own card game.
A small door, often wood but sometimes metal or stone, that is a doorway to an extra-dimensional room.
A full bearskin, paws with claws, head and teeth and such, to be worn as a warm and comfortable cloak.
Oh, and the spirit of the bear can be summoned to fight along side you as well.
One of the things you always carry around, and never give it a second look. But even a second look would not help to reveal this one.
Nobody knows how many were made or who the creator was. It is only known that in need, the blades always appear to those that are worthy. They lift those they choose into places of power and use that influence to rage a millennium old war.
Pandora would have opened this one, too.
Looks to be a weak necromantic item.
A powerful ring of many protective powers, which has its few downsides.
This sword was forged in the ancient past at the request of a soldier who had to destroy an evil magician who had gained immortality.
The silver necklaces whose inset gems display the status of the wearer.
The everful horn of a vengeful bull-like creature who wants it back…
Shiney rare armor forged in hell with awesome power!
A substance, born of the cold and adapted to the warmth of the human world. Its natural state is a mercury type liquid but when held in frozen conditions the wielder may will it to take any form desired. Their only limit is the amount of liquid they have.
A weapon with multiple personalities. Always a chance you can get the one you want, always a chance you won’t. Once drawn will you be able to wield it? Will you be able to use the powers and knowledge or will you be swept away by the needs and wants of this intelligent item?
It is a magical bug, that will allow the owner to hear what is said in the immediate vicinity of the “bug.”
Ye Blue Bookes of danjerus andde koruptynge knowlidge, the finalle tombe of Five Great Wizzards.
This tome may give you the information you seek, though you may not be happy reading it. Not really cursed, but gives the information in such a way that many readers despaired before finding the right knowledge.
Small green gem about the size of a large thumb. When touched by somebody other then the current owner without his consent it immediately shrinks the person that touches to half his size.
A startling red ruby with fine cuts that sparkle brilliantly in any light. When successfully balanced on the flat of a blade it rises into the air a swirls around protecting the wielder.
AutoMedon – A mechanical poet of renown not for his vast catalog of poetry, but for his complete lack of anything written or spoken, having had no output in his programmed profession. His creator is unknown or at least unaccredited, and there are those in great number in the artistic world who wonder and marvel at his inability to produce poetry, crediting that flaw to his creator who is unknown or at least un-credited. There is also a small faction of scholars who believe that when he finally, finally speaks, it will be the most beautiful or sorrowful verse ever spoke or will ever be spoken. Whether his creator is among either group or dead is unknown. AutoMedon sits alone under a tin roofed enclosure, upon a stone chair, with his gaze off in the distant as if thinking.
“It’s strange to look at this mechanical man and think what thoughts are working through its’ workings or even if the damn thing is” – Aralis of Qurim, poet and pottery salesman