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…
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.
An insignficant little species, the candlebug (or waxmoth) is a persistent bane for mages and merchants alike. Each the size of a small digit, these little scarabs thrive on wax and burrow up inside candles, ruining them. Sometimes a late-night worker will hear a crack and a sizzle as his candle expires, only to find the half-burned remains of a waxmoth squirming around on his desk. This is very annoying in worlds where candles are expensive...