Manufacted during the heyday of the Old World, these rods contain the elemental power of flame.
An emerald, the size of three fists, and burning with an inner light. A most worthy prize for any adventuring party.
A man was killed somehow and brought back to life. He, uniquely, remembers everything about Death, from the skeleton on the horse that guided him, to the afterlife itself. And the annoying bit where he was wrenched from his jacuzzi. He now has penned the instant best seller, entitled 'To Death and Back: My adventurers beyond the grave.' OR IS IT? Is this man telling the truth, or simply a very good liar? Is it all a fraud?