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

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

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?

A wet brown sack... FULL OF MAGGOTS!

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

'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.

"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."

Bringing more fantastic elements to the old classic.

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

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

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

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!

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

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

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."

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

"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."

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