A normal bag lets you hold stuff. A bag of holding lets you hold more stuff. This bag lets you hold someone else’s stuff.
A pouch that randomly generates (not very) usefull items
A gruesome artifact that harbors the savage soul…
The Heart that beats slowly in the dark.
Julia went from riches to rags…
A young queen, beautiful and cruel.
A war for limits.
An ancient fire, a civil war.
The conspiracy has begun.
This blade is not old, nor is it renowned. It means alot to the one that bears it, however, and can be very deadly if used properly.
He’s seen villages burn. He’s thrown the torches, and he’s thrown the water. He’s been up to his waist in gold, and up to his waist in blood. He’s seen it all.
Unknown to anyone, a glamorous ball for the Duke of Erezi will turn into a confusing and chaotic bloodbath.
Sometimes locks need that extra sharp fingernail to twist the catch. Sometimes a thief might find himself locked in a prison with a wooden door. The Muzzled Mouse is a hideous little tool which helps one in such situations…
This Elf is a very thoughtful warrior. But he has an absent past.
You might think this is just crippled man living in the woods, but he has been through alot more than you would think.
A soft smile and good nature hides this mans true intentions.
Floating cities, legendary spells, sinking islands, and a missing king.
Resting in tree branches and picking his teeth, this creature wastes the day sleeping or walking across the country side.
Paranoid of the future; longing for the past, Niandra needs a new master.
A weird way to carry and conceal your stuff.
GalwaEnchena is the name for the ultimate weapon, the weapon said to be able to slay even a God, if the wielder is willing. This weapon appears to be a finely crafted broadsword. It is so much more. Forged by Corvus the Great, for Alyen the Wise, known as Alyen the Bloody, King of Western Marches, it is a weapon so terrible that it brought peace to the land. Note: GalwaEnchena in the old tongue means “End of Conflict/ End of War”
Rings of great benefit, but also sizeable danger.
A simple leather harness covered with an odd assortment of axes.
While travelling near the edge of a forest the air is filled with the wailing of battle horns. Soon a large group of mounted cavalry will gallop by in a panicked rush. Some will spot the party and shout "Flee! Flee for your very lives!"
Several minutes later, hundreds of running infantrymen will be spotted. A large group of white clad knights fiercely chanting a battle song is in full pursuit. One of the white knights carries a banner of a white horse on a black background. The horse is rearing under a gold crown, indicating the presence of the Paladin Prince. As the horrified infantrymen struggle to flee into the forest, the zealots charge into their midst and cut them down by the tens and hundreds.