The forest of HalÃ«fas is a strange place indeed. It has long been inhabited by the forest elves, a race of elves descended from the high elves that have lived for over 9000 years isolated there. This wood is patroled by a groupe of expert rangers who know the forest well, Tred lightly and unthreateningly here for you may find your end in Hathil’S arrow.
This flute when played by an elven mage or other wizards of good magic can use it’s melody for many uses.
The song of fire can summon heat
the song of water can flood even the smallest of creeks
the song of wind can create hurricane type winds.
The power of each summon is based on it’s users willpower. You think the power of your summon Ex: play the song of fire but want a small spark then think a small spark. Not for novince wizards, weak minded or dirty minded folk
Maris is a thief. A common, low down, swarmy thief. It’s not her fault she’s that way, though. She’s nice, has a sweet personality, and is most likely to talk a person into giving ‘the poor, suffering little me’ their money, due to her limited skills as a pickpoket.
What she is skilled at, however, is very, very strange for a theif. She likes reading, and has collected many old manuscripts, and is sometimes saught out for just knowledge.
Three shuriken carved from the skull of a dragon, they say they never miss the heart…
When a local farmer discovers something at the bottom of his new well, the fate of the land will hang in the balance.
The beautiful garden underground in which the Understar and her 9 Monsters are imprisoned.
The Understar is the ruler of a people who no longer exist, a sorceress schooled in magic that yearns to be forgotten, and a master of the 9 Monsters.
He is the chief ranger of HalÃ©fas, otherwise known as the white wood. With his ranger patrole of seasoned fighters:Vaxtar, Wellfur and Dawmith, they defend their home from the evils that lurk all around.
It was a beautiful thing, a full length mirror in an elaborate gilt frame. But horror and madness followed it.
She wouldn’t ever let anyone get close to her, and wore gloves all the time. She never let anyone know it, but she had a good reason.
Licarathia was always more at home in the woods than she was at her house. So maybe the secret she had wasn’t all that surprising.
Never get lost again with this set of magical stones.
A small magical plant with a love for pulling pranks.
Ever wish you looked a little tougher than you actually are? Well, the Cowl of False Reputation has you covered.
There lies a valley, far to the west, on the shores of The Great Northern Sea, that has a mist that is both blessing and curse. All those that breath the mist heal with remarkable speed, so fast that only the mightiest blow or the truest strike can fell the smallest beast. The warriors who settled this land became soilders of great renown, for not only were they impenetrable defenders, they were warriors whose aim and might were unsurpassed.
A sad little spirit who lives by a pond, and is very lonely…
These magical gloves will make sure your fancy suit isn’t ruined by the odd stain or spill.
A group of travelers come across an abandoned village and find themselves in a battle for their lives.
A cleaver the size of a large shield.
Simple cloth armour with a not so simple secret.
Hu was an ambassador of the Seventh Emperor of the Reng Dynasty. Throughout his life he traveled across many miles and lands to entreaty with neighboring kingdoms and the semi-savages who dwelled amidst the Metal Mountains.
During one such diplomatic mission, Hu was gifted a small iron marble as a gesture, by a shaman of the Kiy-Kiy tribe. Little else is known of Hu, but that marble was lost and is now somewhere out there for someone to find.
A tiny, shiny sphere, the marble has several properties. First and foremost it is a strong magnet, considerably stronger than its size and density would indicate.
Secondly, if thrown or rolled upon the ground and the command word is spoken, the iron ball will magically enlarge to either the size of an ogres's head or to that of a great globe, twelve feet in diameter. The rolling ball of either size will continue to roll or fly at the same relative speed it was when launched as a marble, and can thus cause great damage to anything in its path. The magnetic power of the ball will also magnify when enlarged.
Legends claim that the ball has been tossed from besieged castles upon attacking foes and rolled at marching armies in ages past. At the end of such rolls, the larger size globe has been known to not only crush soldiers underfoot, but to also "collect" many dozens of metallic weapons and bits of armor unto itself, appearing as an armored sphere, with swords and spears sticking out from it in all directions.
Owning this powerful marble has its drawbacks. Anyone carrying it on their person, will experience the iron ball's insidious effects after some time. The owner feels no worse for wear, but after two month's time they will suddenly awaken one morning to find that their hair has fallen out completely, their teeth loosened like baby's teeth ready to drop, and their fingernails simply shriveled and sliding off the fingers and toes. Perhaps unbeknownst to the owner at first, the iron ball also renders an owner sterile or barren by this time.
Regular clerical healing will not reverse this horrible malady. Only finding and beseeching a shaman of the Kiy-Kiy tribe to heal the iron ball's effects with their particular brand of magic, will work.
Hu's Iron Ball should be handled carefully by players and gms.