This book's origin's are unknown, it's owner, Pentwell, an old hermit gnome living of the coast of Felldart found it one day on the shoreline, floating in the tide. Then, he learned that the book fortold what was to happen.

The old boots of a farmer long dead. The hole in the bottom sudjests many things. But its cursed P'owers go B'eyond just a boot.

Technically, this would be the ring of DIM-wit...

In certain parts of the world, DON'T ask for something in a language the barkeep dosen't understand or say 'just give me anything'

This sword, enchanted with the dark magic of the Underworld, is wielded by Never Ending Silence, a Death-Knight.

And Cain said 'Blood of my Blood, Soul of my Soul, partaketh of the Blood of the mortals, who art like the swine and chattel of the earth.'

Will certainly not be suspected, a bad luck charm for everyone around.

You know that little voice in the back of your head that tells you when you're about to do something stupid? Well, he's here and he's brought some friends.

Beautiful red ruby seated in the golden gildwork of a half closed eyelid. Amulet causes unappreciated effects when rubbed or caressed.

A very ornate and very old looking spell book. Chock full of spells, most of which are unreadable by any magic user. The ones that can be read, unfortunately, don't have the affect the mage is looking for.