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

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

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

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

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!

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

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.

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?

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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...

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

'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.

"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.

'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