A wet brown sack... FULL OF MAGGOTS!

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."

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

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

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

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.

Welcome, Lads, to Thunder Reef. A marvel of magical energies existing in harmony with the local fauna. Here, in Thunder Reef, you can find a large variety of oceanic creatures just overflowing with sonic energy. From the lowly Cacophony Crab, to the mighty Thunder-Squid, we will be taking a look at all of them today.

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

'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."

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

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

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?

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

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.”

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

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