Why is all the rum gone?
That crazy fellow over there just poured it all into his boots!
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"That not normal dark. My eyes can not see in it." - Bloodrock, Orcish Warrior.

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!

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

"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."

'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.

"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."

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

'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

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

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

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?

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.

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...

Bringing more fantastic elements to the old classic.

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

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

"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."

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.

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