Thirty books, some the kind you could pick up in your local library, others that are carefully hidden away from the general public for good reasons.
The Regal Tombs of Orbis were the place where the richest of the rich were buried, and Bert was sure that if he could break in to a recent two-month old burial he would be wealthy for at least the rest of the year. Since tomb-robbing could get somebody the gibbet, he had gone alone, and now he cursed as he fought hand to hand with the bulbous, distended, decomposing corpse that had leapt up when he tried to steal the grave goods and now beat and clawed at him and swiped at him with a rapier. Every wound it inflicted on his body, he got a little weaker and to his horror, it grew a little stronger and a little less rotten. Not long afterwards, a seemingly living man left the tomb, leaving the body of a grave robber behind. A body that would soon rise...and walk...
You, a wizard, have a secret wizard base. Pesky adventurers and who knows what else would simply love to find it and loot all of your precious stuff. Here are some things to consider during construction.
That looks interesting, I make a search check for loot.
Wait... what comes at me?
Ever wanted to simply mess with your players? Here's an item that will have them looking every gift horse in the mouth from now on.
Hello? Is there anybody out there, can anybody hear me?
Guiding Star: Profiling Jacob ‘Polaris’ Richter
--by Jamie Easton, New York Times
Everyone knows his name. Everyone knows his legend. Congressman Jacob Richter has spent the past two decades trying to distance himself from the name Polaris and much of what the name represents. To many, the name is a sign of respect, and gratitude. To Jacob, it's a reminder of unreasonable expectations and a life he did not choose. But in my latest profile of prominent members of the Delta Community, I learned there is more Polaris in Jacob Richter than he’d like to admit.
The study and application of technology and human activity
Sometimes I think that a new rank system is in order, but am unsure how complex it should be. This is a simple fantasy military rank system(insignias are described) that should be fun to just contemplate.
A means to deliver a pointed message...
A class of cybernetic prosthetics worn over the face
Although you may understand my reluctance at providing these details, my friends, I understand also how important this information is to your vetting of my character.
I have the pleasure of working with a small cabal of motivated - partners.
It's not that common that humans gain gifts from the Fair Folk, but it does happen.
Seven Scuttling Scary Spiders for the arachnophobic adventurer to face.
Seven more pretty princesses, each with their own distinct personality.
Seven naval commanders with the power of life and death over their men when at sea. Theirs is a lonely post, as they are responsible for their men and the ship that they sail in. Some are legally appointed, others are mutineers with not much to lose.
A curious piece of technology that is both disturbingly retro-horror and cutting edge arcanotech, the head in a jar.
Humanity created a code that prevents them from creating sentient weapons. There are many other codes they created in similar fashion. It is somewhat unsurprising that despite this code, humanity proceeded to create sentient weapons. When the humans created the caryatid systems, they placed a new code on their creations. Will they be surprised when we adhere to the geas placed on us as rigidly as they follow their own laws?
“No! I didn’t steal those! It was the bleedin’ cloak I tell you!”
A fine brass ring adorned with the figures of pigeons and doves.
There is a small and strange nature-worship cult that has dedicated itself to freeing vegetables. They appear usually in working pairs or trios, arriving to villages and towns separately and wearing the local garb. For some reason, they have taken to disguising themselves specifically as a scholar, a cooper, and a fisher. At night, they will sneak into backyards and side gardens, digging up household fruits and vegetables. They pile the pilfered plants into a cart and vanish in the night. While the townsfolk wake up to empty gardens, the cultists replant the fruits in the wild to let them be "free".