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

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 weird way to carry and conceal your stuff.

A cleaver the size of a large shield.

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?

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

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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.

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...

That's no moon ...

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

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

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

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...

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.

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

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