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...

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 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."

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

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

A wet brown sack... FULL OF MAGGOTS!

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...

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?

Bringing more fantastic elements to the old classic.

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 mighty Demon, now trapped and confused, may make for a powerful ally.

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

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.

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.

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.

"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."