A shuddering heap of corpses and rotting soil, Logeko the Vile is a demon of of death and decomposition

Most folk would call an argillomatus a clay golem. They would be wrong.

The Anunnaki are a secret society in the Cosmic Era

The sword of swords, it is what it needs to be.

A treatise on the fundamental nature of mana, magic, and monsters in the DungeonVerse

Synchronize... The Humans make for interesting study. synchronize...

have made thee as no other. All the treasures of the earth shall lie between thy eyes. Thou shalt cast thy enemies between thy hooves, but thou shalt carry my friends upon they back. Thy saddle shall be the seat of prayers to me. And thou fly without any wings, and conquer without any sword.
The Koran

Located in the lower part of the community, Pernouds is the epitome of sleazey establishments. The floors are dirty and smell of excretement, urine, and worse. The chairs are ramshackle built, and the tables are all in poor shape.

What is it that hangs from such a fine belt? Tis a sword of Righteous Slaying, and a Mace of Disintegration. A pouch of Perfect Invisibility Dust, and a wand of Endless fireballs?

Good sir, This must be the Belt of Munchkin-kind

This sword is unique, made only for the Merchant Prince of [insert city] and his loyal band of mercenaries. The Cruaunte is a hand and a half sword, capable of being used with one or two hands, and from horseback or on foot. Thus, the merchant can save both time and money equipping his men with a universally usefull weapon.

The last masterpiece of master fletcher Jugan of the Lorug Phreng

Life dies in my wake, sacrificing itself to my hunger

The Masque of Hunger

The teeth and fingerbones of holy men and more

A glowing green stone flowing with the elemental power of evil

Aircraft vanished from the skies, and it changed the way war would be fought for over three centuries.

The definition of a Henchman: a man who really knows his away around a hench.

There are certain things that need not be said, and events best left in the past, to be forgotten. Be careful what you wish for.

Rotten piles of choss, that's all that was left of the wizard's tower, that's it.

Jhobham, Adventurer-Upon-Return

'Come in, come in. I knew you were coming.

How did I know? Your brother told me.

Yes, yes I know your brother died in the war several years ago, he has told me all about it.'

seven shields used by the dungeon wights of the Gygaxian Gyre