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

'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

Bringing more fantastic elements to the old classic.

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

"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.

"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."

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

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

"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.

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

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

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

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

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!

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.

'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.

A simple and fun fantasy octopus ready to be used as an ally, pet, or interesting meal

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

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