Two creatures, forever cycling between the phases of the 5 elements, unable to rejoin.
The unnatural offspring of a zombie father and a human mother.
The excited, almost frantic sound of a mallet instrument erupts from the forest to your left. Within minutes, your party is confronted by a host of short, sprite-like gnomes clad in vivid greens and earthy browns. Attempts to communicate fall flat. The gnomes seem to ignore your words entirely, and you cannot understand the humming/whistling/snapping that apparently makes up their language. Luckily for you and your fellows, however, they don't seem hostile . . .
A healing potion which if drank by males (or women in male clothing) causes a short term (1 d6 hours) urge to dress in girl's clothing due to the high levels of estrogen in it.