A flamboyant sea captain with a small crew and vessel. He searches the seas for any and all cultural legends, simply out of curiousity.
Fiery-Feathered Phembu, the First Among Pheasants, went to Moeqhu-Qaz, the Leader of the Seven Sand Dragons!
Many men have looked at the birds and envied thier innocent flight, and looked at the fish and envied thier serene swimming. Felonious Twist was a mage that saw a connection.
A mattock created in the age of legends, granted the ability to work marvels in stone…
A potion that contains the essence of Courage… In a way.
An dagger made by setting a long sharp gem in a silver hilt. Its owners rarely survive for a few days…
Created by a near-sighted and night-blind wizard, Whiteblade is incredibly simple, while being incredibly useful to the right person…
A powerful conjurer with an affinity for iron, Sorn has paid a terrible price for his power.
Made by an anarchist trying to seed dissent, the potions actually work better than normal potions of understanding languages ... sort of.
This item is silly.
A druid obsessed with Nature’s cycle of death has created a horrendous spore in a plot to rid the lands of a swiftly growing town that has begun to encroach upon his forest.
A shard of Typhoon set into an exceedingly large amber, this powerful pendant grants clarity of sight and temper to the wearer, as well as several other powers over the storm.
Krie is a sort of Oceanic world that might be what you would like to see in a fantasy role play.
After 25 years of the nightmares of the destruction of his village, he is back. Back again to strive for revenge and cleanse the nightmares from his sleep.
What really happens when an angel falls from grace?
On the 6th world, there are a few lands with no dragon-lord to guard them. These lands are called the lost lands and the land and the people within face hard times every day, and winter is no easier…
Lancid is. Lancid does. Lancid cares not.
A metal found deep in the bowels of the earth. It stays warm even after years away from the forge.
Soft of voice, light of eye, dark of hair, and also of heart, Hippomenes the Fearful holds the province of Colistia in an iron grip.
This rod was created by the great mage Nani. She died before the final incantation was finished and so the rod lacks much of its intended power…
This weapon was given to WindSong by a Draconian prince as a gift for her loyalty to him and his children and her bravery in battle. The prince called it the Dragon’s Blade, hoping WindSong would be the blade for his people.
It seemed like a great place to camp. The clearing was good sized and sheltered from the wind. The brook just a few feet away. There is a natural hallow to keep the horses.
Then the night came.
It was like it became a different place. The temperature dropped. The wind, which does not seem to disturb cloth, almost cuts through you like an arctic wind. No one can sleep, as the soft ground has turned hard. The horses are uneasy. The Bats are flying over and stopping in the trees.
And then there is the eyes. There are glowing eyes just inside the tree line watching your group. The mages and clerics can detect nothing, but there is still something there.
(yet there is nothing at all... The Darkness will do nothing unless the players do something to it. And even then it will all seem to be a conincidence.)
Of course, in the morning, it all becomes sweet and light.