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.

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

Some bags have more 'extra' than others.

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

A short metal rod connected to a longer wooden handle by ... nothing. The rod floats in the air close to the handle.

A sword made by ancestors, of ancestors, for desendants. The spirits of the warriors gone before help serve this blade's master in battle.

Axes were made to cut down trees. The Living Trees of Blackwood forest decided the best thing for thier axe to cut down was men.

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.

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.

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

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 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?

Two religeous sects are approching open war after members of each sect are found brutally beaten to death.

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

In case you get a sinking feeling, you can use this.

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

A cleaver the size of a large shield.

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

A staff that was supposed to give control over all the elements was horribly warped by a misspoken incantation.

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.

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