The Haracon Fire Stave can either be a fearsome tool of fire, able to incinerate it’s owner’s foes, or a very handy if heavy club.
Hammer good for monster bash! Flat monster is good monster!, ja?
An old device used for giving the common folk a say in the Elder’s plans that has survived to the modern day.
The thief slipped through the alley, and sped down the next hoping to lose his persuers.
"Damn", why did he have to lift this one, it seemed like such a simple job. How on earth did it turn into this?
He could hear the mans bodyguards closing behind him, and he prayed to the goddess they wouldn’t catch him, for he knew if they did, he would surely be hanged.
An idea sparked in his brain. "The shadows", he thought,"I must get to the shadows."
Only another few meters and he would be safe. As he neared his destined stop he slipped back his sleeve revealing the bracelet. "Karnir Aroyth", and as he stood there in the shadows, he vanished from sight.
"I was out on that lake for a good eight hours trying to dreg up that seaweed, and boy did I get burned."
As Corran spoke, his walking stick started to glow, suddenly erupting flames over his left foot.
"What do you mean I changed clothes?"
"Sir- did you steal that cloak"
"Of course not! Haven’t you seen fabric change color before?"
Wha—is that a miniature thunderstorm in that thing?
This is a wretched tome of oceanic blasphemy; a foul water-stained, bone-white binder of bitter dead-men’s secrets and a guide to Nautical Necromancy useful in the hands of the young sea-faring necromancer or the Great Lich Umeen herself.
"Okay, I didn’t like Thanger", I thought, "He was a punta of epic proportions, but nobody deserved to die like that." These thoughts were crowding out the screaming in the back of my head that we were all still in danger if we did not move.
I saw Peeth kneel down besides the biggest chunk of remains, where the heart was. He reached in under his leathers and pulled out a piece of jade on a simple chain. He placed it on the remains reverently. It was fitting, Thanger died stepping in to protect Peeth.
"He needs this more than I do. Maybe it will keep him out of The Hells."
Why is all the rum gone?
That crazy fellow over there just poured it all into his boots!
Now with Bonus Item!
In tea is truth.
You are the lovers rock
The rock that I cling to
You’re the one
The one I swim to in a storm
Like a lovers rock
- Sade "Lovers Rock"
With no helm or hat, closer inspection reveals that part of his face has rotted away. "Give me orders!"
A weapon for those in dire need, Corran’s glove holds a nasty surprise.
The weapon of choice of the royal guards, the Danamax rapier is a symbol of an enduring dynasty.
The Bloody Bow (also known as the Bow of Blood) has a well… bloody past.
A mythic sword thats only power is legend.
A necklace used to Create any Item.
Laerthra had done something that the other gods found unforgivable; she had taken the life of a Virgin princess of a theocracy dominant empire.
An equipment listing of items useful to mages and wizards, but not quite deserving full submissions of their own.
A malaign substance that can bring a lingering, horrible end.