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

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

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?

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

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 cleaver the size of a large shield.

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 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.

Princess Matriax was the daughter of Lord Greybaer, known from the war as "The Butcher of ..." a handful of towns and a couple provinces. If that wasn't enough, the princess had her own guard, troupe of guards, that was hers to see trained and use as she see fit.

She didn't need a defender, not in the sense of some bodyguard. She was quick to take offense, because it amused her to have an excuse to strike people herself, to "quell the insurgents" herself.

She uses her purse to bash people. Her purse is her defender.

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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 weird way to carry and conceal your stuff.

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

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

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.

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

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