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

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

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

Why is all the rum gone?
That crazy fellow over there just poured it all into his boots!
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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.

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

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

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."

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...

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

'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

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

The follow string of Mirror-folk evolutions, Mihradhz, Mihrral, and Mihradamagus, are collectively known as The Mirr. They are all curious and slightly annoying, each in their own way. They advance through their lives by pestering the rare mortals who visit their plane.

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

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

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

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

"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."

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.

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!