Treasured texts of the infamous Doctor Alcomb.
A healing charm with an… annoying side effect
Gredil the Leech was the best healer in Szridhar, but no-one went to him with minor ailments. All of his cures were disgusting, and usually involved some type of bizarre creature. Take for example the Spirit Leech.
An assortment of cures scattered to all ends of Strolen’s domain!
A flower from the gardens of the Divine…
Doctor Foster was fed up of being known as Doctor Fester, and decided that no more would the people he operated on face the risk of gangrene after their surgery.
The Unic Horn can be used to utter audible spells by blowing through the horns and bone resonator.
A handsome bed set, obviously expensive and likely both old, and imported.
Pass me a powder and a cup of wine
Queen Amber of Vallermoore was distressed by the number of amputations that were nescessary to deal with the crimewave after she came to power. So she ordered her wizards to come up with something to make amputation reversable, whilst retaining some value as a punishment.And so the Avenger was made.
A new healing potion has been discovered. It is cheap to make, easy to brew and prepare, and more powerful than the standard healing potion. So why aren’t adventurers using it?
The Silver Stars are the premiere healing organization in the Known World. They possess powerful healing magics and tangible medical skills. However, things are often not what they would seem, especially when a secret Orb of Corvus involved.
Invented by a pragmatic clothier and a wizard-for-hire, the Tourniquet Tunic is made for use on the battlefield.
The flask itself is not very important, any flask will do. It is the WibliÃ« itself wich is important. This special drink carried by the rangers of Halefas is also a great need of other countries. Merchants from around Hamset come to the great market street of Ellivanor in hope of ubtaining this liquid.
The Nomin gypsies have a fiddling competition every year, known as the Danse de Velose. Beaters hit out the rhythm on taut drums and the competitors start to play, slowly at first. Youngsters can compete, but are soon pulled away by worried mothers, before the competition becomes too dangerous. After two hours the haunting tune has become dazzlingly fast. You can resign at any time, but the moment you make a mistake you receive an arrow through the neck. Strings may snap, but the players must play on. The whole affair never lasts much longer than three hours, and the last fiddler playing is crowned king of the gypsies.