Bringing more fantastic elements to the old classic.

The follow string of Mirror-folk evolutions, Mihradhz, Mihrral, and Mihradamagus, are collectively known as The Mirr. They are all curious and slightly annoying, each in their own way. They advance through their lives by pestering the rare mortals who visit their plane.

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

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

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.

"That not normal dark. My eyes can not see in it." - Bloodrock, Orcish Warrior.

'One for you,' He mumbled, pouring some rum onto his boots, 'And a few gulps for me, and we’re off.'

He took a large gulp from the bottle, put his boots on, and was out the door in a flash.

"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 Master walked over to the strange symmetrical mechanism. He flipped it over... The sands of the hourglass began to flow and it whirred to life. "One hour," said The Master, "Practice."

Hazenbrazen & Gribaldy: Two Necromancers taking over the world one corpse at a time.

Soft, squeezable, and potentially deadly. Mallow is to be cuddled and feared!

A wet brown sack... FULL OF MAGGOTS!

A ShortBow created by a community of Gnomes who liked to simplify things. It has three strings. Each string has a very different effect.

'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

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

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.

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

And… The Young Thug pulled out a… Dead Rat? Didn’t see that coming.

Don't run blindly for the silver vein or you will never see that what you seek is pain.

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