It was Young Jim's first battle. He was known for being a tireless worker in the field and a very patriotic young man. But he didn't understand this strange armor they put him in... And he didn't know it would be the Last Armor he ever wore.

Relics of an ancient necromantic faith: A few strange charms and a small black book. What power do these odd devices hide?

Who would want to make food you can’t eat? What purpose does this insane oven exist for?

A wet brown sack... FULL OF MAGGOTS!

Drink deep from the Moon-Cup, let its powers quench your thirst, or even save your marriage.

30 Orcish Ornamentations of Outlandish Awesomeness and Some Ordinarily Uninteresting Objects Overcome with Ogreish Opulence!

'Music is the wine which inspires one to new generative processes, and I am Bacchus who presses out this glorious wine for mankind and makes them spiritually drunken.' ~Ludwig van Beethoven

"Wear this ring, My Student, and you will never perform another act of perversion and thus remain pure."

"Aww, dang, did you fart again?" asked the Jordy, The Knight.
"No, screw you! I didn't fart in the first place!" replied The Scoundrel, Harris. What they didn't know was that the Smelbinders could hear their every word.

The Cursed form of poor Shump Thokk. He will offer helpful advice to anyone who dons the helmet.

Ever wonder what secret a Wizard's beard holds? How did it get so long? Has this man really not shaved for that long?

A mighty Demon, now trapped and confused, may make for a powerful ally.

The secret device behind the most feared corrosive substance to ever plague the mortal realms.

These are the Gods of Food and Eating! Beware their culinary prowess and tremble before the might of their cookery! These are... More Placeholder Gods!

'Hell hath no fury like MY RIGHT FOOT!' Shardath yelled as he stomped upon the holy ground.

This is a wretched tome of oceanic blasphemy; a foul water-stained, bone-white binder of bitter dead-men's secrets and a guide to Nautical Necromancy useful in the hands of the young sea-faring necromancer or the Great Lich Umeen herself.

"All I could do was stare as my strange opponent hefted his key-like lance. He told me my armor would only hinder me in this fight. I didn’t believe him at the time, but he was right."

“Oh look, a glass wall between us and the treasure.”

Here we go! Everything you need for the next barfight that railroads the players into a party. Yes!

She wore an odd blue gem stud in her navel, it was a very attractive piece of jewlery. But, I just couldn't seem to get her drunk.