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

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

She wore an odd blue gem stud in her navel, it was a very attractive piece of jewlery. But, I just couldn't seem to get her drunk.

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

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

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.

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

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

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...

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

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."

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.

With a twitch of the leg and the push of a button; Houston's boots emitted a massive amount of steam and he was sent headlong into the air.

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?

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!

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

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

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