Why is all the rum gone?
That crazy fellow over there just poured it all into his boots!
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“Oh look, a glass wall between us and the treasure.”

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

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?

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 wet brown sack... FULL OF MAGGOTS!

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!

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

'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.

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...

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

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.

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...

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

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

"Wear this ring, My Student, and you will never perform another act of perversion and thus remain pure."

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 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.

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