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

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

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

Why is all the rum gone?
That crazy fellow over there just poured it all into his boots!
Now with Bonus Item!

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

"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 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.

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

'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.

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

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.

"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."

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

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

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

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

"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.

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

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

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."