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

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.

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 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 cleaver the size of a large shield.

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

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.

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

Some bags have more 'extra' than others.

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

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...

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.

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

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

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

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

There lies a valley, far to the west, on the shores of The Great Northern Sea, that has a mist that is both blessing and curse. All those that breath the mist heal with remarkable speed, so fast that only the mightiest blow or the truest strike can fell the smallest beast. The warriors who settled this land became soilders of great renown, for not only were they impenetrable defenders, they were warriors whose aim and might were unsurpassed.

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

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