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.

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 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.

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

That's no moon ...

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

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A weird way to carry and conceal your stuff.

A wraith turned a wandering fairy into a a fairy wraith. It turned on it's own people and destroyed the entire nest of faries. Except one. And now that one needs your help.

And you thought they were always cute all the time...

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.

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

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.

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

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...

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

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.