Perhaps not quite what you would expect. Certainly it is a sword that can produce flames at will.

A race of little peoples, that have found the key to immortality. Sadly, it has evolved to more of a curse than of a blessing.

A small valley that leads nowhere... why is it so important to the locals?

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

One of the things you always carry around, and never give it a second look. But even a second look would not help to reveal this one.

- "What about that one?"
- "They say he was a chipper back then. Took over his whole family and many more. And now, now he's a real zombie."
Fingers snapped before his face, he didn't notice. He just kept shuffling his cards again, that is all he did. A tear ran down his cheek. He missed the Emotion again.

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

The lowly Undead cannot be a true replacement for a living well-motivated workforce. But Undead do not tire, they do not have moods (well none worth marking), they do not require pay or lunchbreaks, and can work 24/7, if properly controled. So until activists start to fight for Undead rights, they are an interesting option.

Some items simply go wrong, that happens from time to time. But some are created by weird minds, even downright deranged ones, minds too sick to be healed. Guess where this one comes from.

Men of wisdom, gathering lore of ways to heal the sick and suffering, these monks are not really different from other orders of the same religion.

Except for their thing with drug-addicts and similar hopeless existences.

The Challenge:
Think of any bizzare life-form, WHATEVER life-form that lives a not-so-standard way. Not the way common sense would expect it. Make it in some way logical or not, just forget the boring everyday logic.

On the road you meet... a fiery fire dragon! The mighty Xeatoxx is not some random encounter without purpose. He, though he is the last to admit, has a serious problem.

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 a small, lively town like so many others. Do you wonder who are the movers and shakers here?

A strange, mystical box, with many rumours attached, that does not want to reveal its secret...

The most disgusting fungus in the world.

The tragic fate of the legendary beauty has left traces behind until this day.

It is said that there is always night, even during the day it is dark. Undead prowl around freely, and pity to those living that end up there. Still, lucky are those eaten by the hordes, some fools get deeper and their very souls are consumed by the nameless horrors that lurk in some hidden spots. And still more serve as new material for the Necromancers, the only living creatures there, as they say at least...

Traps gathered from the remains of a dead site. Honour and enjoy what ingenious traps were created by people unknown...

Of fire, but not elementals. Short-lived, yet intelligent. Bound to this world they are, more than most of its mortal inhabitants.