When a falling meteor strikes a superstitious world…
Bandits from a manor overlooking a certain crucial trade pass are gaining power, and nobody knows how.
A pike that holds the spirit of a brave slain warrior.
A special sword handed down to only the worthy few men who possess the true nature of the Righteous Order.
A man with a thorn tattooed on his cheek, maybe a slight smile on his lips and a strange look in his eyes should never be trusted… If they still do this, they have probably met Ferian, a man with a thorn tattooed on his cheek and almost always a little twinkle in his eyes. He is very polite, you can’t blame him for being rude. He just… Well if it suits him better, he will just eliminate all the problems in his way.
The Assassin looked at the scroll, smiled and put it away. His work was done…
The old boots of a farmer long dead. The hole in the bottom sudjests many things. But its cursed P’owers go B’eyond just a boot.
The dead will think you one of their own with this handy, though disturbing, piece of equipment.
Where is the Land That Forgets? Nobody can remember…
Lord Ziranith is descended from the first elf king Lord Wentinith. Leader of the elf population in Uni-mith.
This sword has had many names. Dreamdweller is just one of them. It has also been called “The Moon’s reflection”, “Soul’s guide” and many others… The sword dwells it’s power from the character, from his essence, his dreams and thoughts…
A dagger with a thirst for blood… but only a little at a time.
The empire of Madvar is ruled by a man who is slowly slipping into insanity. And now the gems of Madvar have been stolen.
The deluxe weapon for every adventurer. A short sword with a small extra dimesional space in the handle.
The Arch-Angel Zeviah who used his magic sword to purge the Evil Outsiders from the world so that the Gods could create life.
The Arch-Angel Zeviah used this sword to purge the world of Evil so the Gods could create life…
In a nearby town villagers tell tales of adventurers being driven mad by an unknown force within the woods…
A town with rather strange inhabitants is in need and offers a moral decision for the party…
The rampaging goblin army that fell the Great Castle Craghold used this evil catapult to do it. That, and a number of their troops as sacrifice…
A ShortBow created by a community of Gnomes who liked to simplify things. It has three strings. Each string has a very different effect.
"BB9, bring up the current scout results."
"I'm sorry, Coach. I can't do that."
"BB9! Bring up the scout results."
"These kinds of us, Coach, use serial numbers on our products."
"BB9, are you malfunctioning?"
"You need to indicate college basketball mentors you are significantly devoted to the adventure!"
The two men in black suits turned to each other. Their faces were white.
"Someone get the president on the line! Tell him that our ICBM handler thinks that its managing a high school basketball team!"