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

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.

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

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

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

A weird way to carry and conceal your stuff.

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

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

'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.

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

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

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

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.

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?

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.