Magical implements that trap the unwary.

- "Arrr! What scurvy dog seeks the Davy Jones' Locker by comin 'ere?"
- "Oh, shut it, will ya!"

A misnamed and probably overrated item, a topic of many a rumour to the folk of King Stymian. They all say it can foretell future, none is certain how.

Finghaart's sausages hasn't moved since its founding. For all its reknown, it is quite a poor neighborhood.

'The Welcoming Ones' are the first contact many people will have with the spirit world. Actually, for many they are the first creatures they meet after death.

Invented by the Pelezians, the ceremonial bowl became a part of the holy tradition, coupled with a most practical purpose.

(Made for religions of agriculture.)

Sometimes it is necessary. Sometimes it just happens. Whether to a PC or NPC, a curse is something nasty that changes their life significantly, and not for the better. You were warned.

The mountains are often a desolate place, but not without dangers, or opportunities.

This was such a nice place to spend a good evening. Now, everyone who wins a little money is found dead the other day! I bet the owner is up to something...

It is said that dwarves have problems with using magic (maybe they cannot cast spells at all). This is an attempt to create a distinctly dwarwen school of magic. The way you use it is of course yours.

Where will we be one day, and what will we believe? How will we consider the world around us, and the people? How will we treat the known and the unknown, and possibly other intelligent lifeforms?

Whether close or distant future, something will be similar, and something... is very likely to be different.

Deep forests hide many secrets, and traditions older and stranger than civilization itself.

Tales are leaking from below the Iron Hills, that an unnamed winged terror can be seen on the sky on the darkest of nights. What creature it is, nobody knows, but some of the disappearances in the harsh place are said to be its work. If the moon is hidden, nightly travellers are warned to stay from roads and open places.

Winter time is a wonderous time for adventure.

What happens if you actually get what you have been looking for, all the time ?

The finest ring of them all, brings Life wherever it ends up. You may need its powers, but will you accept all that will be drawn to it?

If you know books, you know what they can do with you.

An item of legend, that may not even exist. But many still desire it, and many fear its possible use.

Globs are a partially amorphous life-form of the shape-changing kind.

"I walked through the poor's quarters, and my eye was not harmed. All functional, and simple, and crude, made on the whims of fate and delivered by immediate need.
I walked through the merchant's quarters, and my eye was bored. Pretensions where nothing backed them, striving for appearance without substance, evidence of changing wealth, too much only began, too much never finished.
I walked through the place where the powerful lived, and my eye was tired. Too much of attempted beauty turned hideous, and a lack of taste was made worse by willing lackeys.
But then I've seen the treasure of the city. A cathedral, that was part of the sky, columns, and arches to carry the weight of the world, shapes to let your mind fly along, and ornaments to stop by. A place to ponder, to be pleased to be alive, to accept suffering, and to realize your mistakes. This is a place I could learn from."