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.

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

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.

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...

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

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

Some bags have more 'extra' than others.

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

"With the OP(im) implant you can be the master of your own space and time!" - Advertisement

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.

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

A cleaver the size of a large shield.

A weird way to carry and conceal your stuff.

That's no moon ...

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

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

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