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.

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

"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!

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!

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

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

A wet brown sack... FULL OF MAGGOTS!

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?

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

'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.

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

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

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

"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."

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

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.