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

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

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

"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."

'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.

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

And… The Young Thug pulled out a… Dead Rat? Didn’t see that coming.

'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

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!

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

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

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

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

A wet brown sack... FULL OF MAGGOTS!

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."

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!

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

Bringing more fantastic elements to the old classic.