"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."

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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

A wet brown sack... FULL OF MAGGOTS!

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

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

'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.

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.

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.

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

'Music is the wine which inspires one to new generative processes, and I am Bacchus who presses out this glorious wine for mankind and makes them spiritually drunken.' ~Ludwig van Beethoven