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

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

"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."

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

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

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

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?

Bringing more fantastic elements to the old classic.

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

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

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.

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

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.

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

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

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.

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...

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