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

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

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?

He had done it a hundred times, taken eyes. It was so easy by now, he rarely used a spoon or knife, but, with his own fingers, would pilfer those beautiful orbs from the skulls of the deceased...

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

"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."

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

A simple and fun fantasy octopus ready to be used as an ally, pet, or interesting meal

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

"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."

Bringing more fantastic elements to the old classic.

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

"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."

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!

A wet brown sack... FULL OF MAGGOTS!

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

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

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."

Why is all the rum gone?
That crazy fellow over there just poured it all into his boots!
Now with Bonus Item!

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.