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

A candle inside of a skull is a typical creepy feature in cultist's lairs or haunted places, but what if they served a more practical purpose?

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.

The Necronautilus is a huge undead whale used to transport undead and their masters secretly.

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

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.

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

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

With a twitch of the leg and the push of a button; Houston's boots emitted a massive amount of steam and he was sent headlong into the air.

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

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

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

"Greetings, Mortal," Said the bubbly, hissing voice in his head... What the hell was that, he thought. "Not hell, the Ocean. Walk into the surf, my child. I will protect you."

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."

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!

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

As soon as he had set his eyes upon The Sword of all Swords he knew it must be the perfect blade for him. And he would stop at nothing to possess it!

A wet brown sack... FULL OF MAGGOTS!

Bringing more fantastic elements to the old classic.

"Are you crazy? There ain't no such thing. It's all fairy tales for the stupid and desperate. Even if it were, they all say it's cursed or something. Get back to work."