A pike that holds the spirit of a brave slain warrior.

A small door, often wood but sometimes metal or stone, that is a doorway to an extra-dimensional room.

A metal found deep in the bowels of the earth. It stays warm even after years away from the forge.

Thin, tough, gummy almost to a point of rubber, and pitch black in color, it was only by sheer accident that anyone outside the drow race ever learned it was food.

That's no moon ...

Chaos and Law have reached a comprmise and stopped thier warring. This truce holds as long as the respecitve priests honors the other's ways for one day of the year. Lawful preists must incite a large decadant celebration or carelessness and the chaotic priests must chaperone the event and keep the party from turning ugly while remaining out of involvement. Thus the warring of the gods has been kept in check for decades and all is well. At least untill the materials for the party come up missing two short weeks before the truce day...

A wrong turn in an other wise well meaning curse leaves the PC's in a tight spot...

A dwarf's fear of the ocean is not baseless. In the unknowable depths lurks an evil that will punish any dwarf arrogant enough to be on anything less than solid land, and unfortunate enough to die.

Inspired by Ria Hawk's 'Lifecycle of the Dungeon' discussion.

The PC's come across a cave system that isn't on their map. The cave is in plain view and hard to miss. Once inside, several odd and unusual things are found.

Many magical items adventurers seek out help them carry more loot, keep themselves fed and healthy, or just simply hack the bad guys to itty bitty bits. This one lets their loot carry itself.

A magical plauge is disrupting the city of Blue Marina. Victims are found poisioned and covered in weals and, oddly, pennyless. Can the players solve this crisis before rich and poor are destroyed?

A sturdy metal heater shield with properties useful to the battle commander or the individual soldier.

What the F#$%??? - Revolutionary Commander Flint Westbark upon seeing the device for the first time.

We've seen magicians pull rabbits out of a hat, but have you ever seen a druid pull a boar out of his shirt?

Made by an anarchist trying to seed dissent, the potions actually work better than normal potions of understanding languages ... sort of.

This item is silly.

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 new take on hell that leaves you gasping on the edge of panic.

'Life, what is it but a dream?' - Lewis Carroll

Some bags have more 'extra' than others.

A weird way to carry and conceal your stuff.

Not only an interesting species of fungi, but a fashion statement as well!