You see a glowing figure, four feel tall, it looks like it has been waiting for you. Suddenly, it flies right through you, and it looks like its coming around for another pass...

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

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

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

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."

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.

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

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.

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

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

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...

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

'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.

The Assassin looked at the scroll, smiled and put it away. His work was done...

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

"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.

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.

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

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