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!

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

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

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

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.

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

'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.

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.

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."

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

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

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

"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.

Drink deep from the Moon-Cup, let its powers quench your thirst, or even save your marriage.

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

"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."

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.

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...

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