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…
She’s a were hybrid (hybred?) Her mother is fox were her father is wolf were. She’s a healer, but also a warrior. She does not like to fight, but will if she has to. And she will to defend what she thinks is right. She is skilled in everything else needed to survive in the wilderness. Such as tracking, hunting, etc. She is always accompanied by her spirit guide, SkyStar, a large male wolf. They can speak telepathically to one another. And they also share a common language, wolf.
Using the three simple spells enchanted into this dagger,a clever player can acomplish great things.
You awake in a strange city, with no knowledge of how you got there, only to find that you are not the only one with amnesia
“Ever in my hand, lies the Blade of the Mad. It’s straight, simple craft is so alluring to me… It drives me to evil, but I love what it does. For the first blood the blade tasted was that of a human.”
A particularly volatile element, Imuricum is found in Adamantite covered by Red Mui’aan Fungus. Only the greatest of alchemists dare attempt extracting Raw Imuricum; only the most foolish metallurgists mix it with inferior materials, and only the bravest blacksmiths will create weapons from this rare and dangerous metal.
“Across my back rests the Scorpion’s Tail; a long, narrow, scythe-like thorn forged of Bronzed Imuricum, tempered with the blood of the Dragonkind, those ancient scourges of man, and sharpened against scale and talon alike.”
Torn from the heart of the Earth, this axe is a potent weapon against the forces of Nature.
And behold the fabled mists of the necromatic sorceror, E’grole. Fifteen square miles do they span, the unnaturally thick, eerie fog instilling a sense of dread in even the most hardy of adventurers.
In life, the mage E’grole was feared and respected - as most magi are - Unfortunately, E’grole could not accept death as bieng the ‘period’ of the book of life, so he decided to write a sequel.
A small group of men stares intensely at something. Coming nearer, you see puppies, obviously still young, as they are small and only learn to walk. Cute as they are, the men look serious and exchange a comment here and there, making their mother nervous. But one man keeps her somewhat calm, while looking with others on the little ones.
The puppies are a completely new dog breed. The breeder hopes for better characteristics, the other men are mostly hunters and other dog-fanciers, that were called or came from own interest. If all looks well, they will have business. But now, they are just watching.