Small bits of precious metal, and flawless jewels woven into the mane of a noble steed

Small wooden discs about 2 1/4 inches in diameter and between 5 and 10mm thick (see below). They are rumoured to be made from the roots of the great tree Unity that supports the centre of the world.

Firey food for your favorite feathered friend.

A prison ... a sanctuary ... a gateway ... a murderous tool. Grasp the power of a circle of midnight.

Feu'mer the inspector was quite adept at his work of solving and preventing crimes. He was known for a very sharp eye - and not the one remaining eye that was in his head.

Made of dark steel by those of an age gone by, this is the last of the giant war golems. Taller than elder dragon is long, this clanking behemoth plods across the land, obliveous to all works of men, elves, or dwarves.

It sees you, can you see it? Even when the room is lit?
Funny how those shadows twist, as though the room were filled with mist.
But theres no mist, the room is clear! About now, you should start to fear.
clear your mind, take a last breath. For in a second, you'll meet with death.

Pembridge Maccadia, the Mindless Ruler, the Crafter of Graf Malin, sacrificed his very life to destroy a nation. A breathing, living machine with the heart of blades, a testament to his loathing of Man. His hatred for his own people...

A legendary relic, suited to base a campaign around, with the power of Creation crystallized in a single milky seed...

The blackboard of the middle ages

A natural stone with a hole in the center and gift from the earth to the lucky finder.

In the darkness in the south transept of the Cathedral of Isielles stands the resplendent Clock of Shadows. It tells more than just the time of day...

It looks like an ordinary parchment map, until it speaks to you. It says, 'I know where you need to go to find what you are looking for.' From there, the adventure begins.

A brightly colored ink that hardens the skin.

The shattered remnants of a divine weapon, a certain amount of power remains in these bits of celestial metal.

Many years ago, a trader from far away died while in The City. One of the entries of his possessions was a "bag of 220 beautiful coyns". These coins were sold to a crafter who sold some of them and made others into hat band decorations, jewelry, bag clips, and so on. It was years later that someone discovered their true worth and their power. They make things move.

The rampaging goblin army that fell the Great Castle Craghold used this evil catapult to do it. That, and a number of their troops as sacrifice...

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

A small stone that can absorb and store liquids.

Never get lost again with this set of magical stones.