Gather your hatred about you, and master it, my brothers. It is the strength behind your shield, the speed of your blade. Do not abandon it, for without it, you are empty indeed.
The Unyielding Rage
A tiny ampoule of steel and old, clotted blood, hung from a black iron chain, the Amulet of Dark Valor holds the drive of the furies.
The orc known as King Vhid the Second, or King Vhid the Rampager, in the annals of mankind is known among the orcen nations as Fargigoth, son of Fargog, son of Dugarod. He was best known for his collection of magic items, a rarity among the greenskins
This was it? A small ornamental hammer the size of his palm. Where was this "fabled treasure" this man possessed?
The young rogue left the manor by the same smelly route he'd came by, disappointment showing plainly on his face.
<span italic;"="">In the study, the case sat open, empty.
The gold and ruby ring of the Knights of the Holy Sun is a lot more then a mere trinket; they would not wear it if it was. Should you ever steal it do not, repeat, DO NOT, put it on or you'll be sorry...
The teeth and fingerbones of holy men and more
The blisteringly fast race cars of the future
A basketball sized can that can diffuse up to a typical lightning bolt's worth of energy into gamma rays. In 100 words.
Why aren't gamers using this already? This stuff is real. No really, this stuff is REAL. Google it. Cheap too. Feel free to reply with your own ideas on how to use it.
The relic of an old Sorcerer, the Glyph of Tarnos Krae is a window into the past.
How the Clerics of Stone cheat death.
"Please, there must be something you can do. Oh if he'd just managed to keep his eyes open, two more minutes would have been enough."
“You will all die for what you have done to me!” Van Torxes hissed. As his face reddened with anger, he stormed out of the room towards his chambers.
The tornado hat may look laughable to wear, but it's anything but funny when you're facing the tornado caused by such a hat. If using it, beware, do not spin for too long...
“Beware those gems that adventurers try to sell you. Before you know, they turn to fools’ gems”
Everyone knows that firearms are weapons only fit for orcs—smelly, loud, and unreliable. But there are guns made for ogres, too, and the largest of those are called Thunderguns.
"We don't understand why such things are even spread about us, we are not at all like that!"
One of the strangest weapons deployed by Z'pl'rt the Mad
"The gods must have truly wanted the king to drown, to make him meet such an end in a mud puddle, most unfortunate indeed. Then again we all knew he was unsteady on his feet, a pity that cane his son gave him for his 85th birthday didn't serve him better..."
A magically cursed walking stick, often gifted to those who have been on the throne a little too long. Suitable for use in any magical fantasy setting and easily adapted to higher tech magical settings.
Few things shine as bright as the jewels of Hell
The faded, yet oddly pristine robes of an ancient healer, this cloth radiates a palpable sense of comfort, of wholeness.
The village sits on the edge of the deep fjord, often engulfed in mist or rain. Its people are fishermen, who work even through the sea-ravaging winter. And they pray to the gods of the deep.
At the beginning of every winter they hold a summoning ceremony. Three boats are taken out into the fjord, a hornsman on each. The mournful horns are blown in the language of the whales, the gods of the deep. The whales sometimes appear in answer to these calls, and it is taken as a good omen when they do.
To a party of PCs wandering the misty hills and valleys nearby however, the doleful whalesong of the horns can be disturbing and misinterpreted...