A mysterious prophet who speaks in riddles.
A pair of rings fashioned by the legendary Elven spellsmith Aurinellian. Powerful but subtle enchantments bring the happy couple closer together.
A blade forged by a man with an evil mind.
A missile ment for a presant or future based RPG
Getting the favour of a Necromancer, and asking for a magical cloak? Sure, why not.
A noble wizard with heart pure gold and feet… um, actually; hands on the ground.
These scissors, though insignificant and well, pathetic for an item on this site. But before you critisize and yell, read this.
A short adventure synopsis for any party which is getting a little too big for it’s boots.
Created in the far future, then sent through a temporal rift to the ancient past by the Chronomage Cara, the Circlet is an artefact designed to focus a mage’s energies when attempting to manipulate time.
Created long ago by the Chronomage Cara, the Amulet is an artefact designed to focus a mage’s energies when attempting to manipulate time.
Cara, the Chronomage, is a campaign villain who will threaten not only the PCs, not merely the universe, but the history of history itself.
The PCs enter a dilapidated old town where murders occur without provocation by men nearly gone insane, they meet a mysterious stranger, people on watch fall asleep quickly, and for the love of (Insert deity here) can’t get a decent night’s sleep (That is, they sleep, but don’t really feel rested at all).
A strange magic item designed to be a very secretive way of interacting with other planes of existance.
This Staff is a blessing to any travelers who frequently use rope or need rope.
This book’s origin’s are unknown, it’s owner, Pentwell, an old hermit gnome living of the coast of Felldart found it one day on the shoreline, floating in the tide. Then, he learned that the book fortold what was to happen.
We’ve seen magicians pull rabbits out of a hat, but have you ever seen a druid pull a boar out of his shirt?
This man looks like no one to be trifled with, and that assessment is correct.
Most people think Jade is a child at first, and many more dismiss her as harmless. But apperances can be decieving…
The torch, another wondrous creation of Elven make was created by the elf mages of Haléfas. When oil is put in the hole then lit by fire, the flame will turn as black as a panther’s pelt.
When a falling meteor strikes a superstitious world…
Wytchwolde-Under-Ash, once a great Thorpe, was razed to the ground by the ruthless, and truth told more than slightly deranged, Porcelain Princess and her henchmen, the Purifiers. When the flames had at last subsided, and a kaleidoscope of swirling, dull-gray ash choked the sky, nine hundred acres of old growth iron spruce, black larch and weeping birch, was burned to utter cinders, along with the entire coven of witches comprising the Sisterhood of the Silver Teat.
Now, centuries later, the forests are somewhat re-grown, and the town of Foolswater stands where Wytchwolde-Under-Ash once did. It is said that even to this day, one can still find ashes in the otherwise potable well-water of this village. Once a year during the Winter Solstice, the “Ash-Wind” comes to Foolswater, a suffocating black cloud that passes quickly but leaves dead birds and animals in its wake, darkening the trees, and staining the sky with black snow. The inhabitants of the village know better than to be caught outside during the day-long Ash-Wind. Everyone is locked snugly inside, singing old hymns that curse and re-curse the burned witches who once called this place home.