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

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

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

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!

'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

"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."

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...

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

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

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!

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

Hazenbrazen & Gribaldy: Two Necromancers taking over the world one corpse at a time.

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

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?

"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 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.

"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.

A wet brown sack... FULL OF MAGGOTS!