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...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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...

"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."

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

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.

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

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.

"Are you crazy? There ain't no such thing. It's all fairy tales for the stupid and desperate. Even if it were, they all say it's cursed or something. Get back to work."