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 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?

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.

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 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.

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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.

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

Some bags have more 'extra' than others.

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

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

That's no moon ...