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A weird way to carry and conceal your stuff.

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 cleaver the size of a large shield.

An over sized blowgun with a matching specialized bag of holding. This blowgun is halfling made and it should be noted that 'whiffle' is the halfling word for gerbil.

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

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

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.

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?

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

Some bags have more 'extra' than others.

That's no moon ...

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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.

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