"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.

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

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.

A mighty Demon, now trapped and confused, may make for a powerful ally.

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.

Why is all the rum gone?
That crazy fellow over there just poured it all into his boots!
Now with Bonus Item!

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

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

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!

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

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.

'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

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

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.

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

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?

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