A blade forged by a man with an evil mind.

A missile ment for a presant or future based RPG

Getting the favour of a Necromancer, and asking for a magical cloak? Sure, why not.

A noble wizard with heart pure gold and feet... um, actually; hands on the ground.

These scissors, though insignificant and well, pathetic for an item on this site. But before you critisize and yell, read this.

A short adventure synopsis for any party which is getting a little too big for it's boots.

Created in the far future, then sent through a temporal rift to the ancient past by the Chronomage Cara, the Circlet is an artefact designed to focus a mage's energies when attempting to manipulate time.

Created long ago by the Chronomage Cara, the Amulet is an artefact designed to focus a mage's energies when attempting to manipulate time.

Cara, the Chronomage, is a campaign villain who will threaten not only the PCs, not merely the universe, but the history of history itself.

The PCs enter a dilapidated old town where murders occur without provocation by men nearly gone insane, they meet a mysterious stranger, people on watch fall asleep quickly, and for the love of (Insert deity here) can't get a decent night's sleep (That is, they sleep, but don't really feel rested at all).

A strange magic item designed to be a very secretive way of interacting with other planes of existance.

This Staff is a blessing to any travelers who frequently use rope or need rope.

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.

We've seen magicians pull rabbits out of a hat, but have you ever seen a druid pull a boar out of his shirt?

The torch, another wondrous creation of Elven make was created by the elf mages of Haléfas. When oil is put in the hole then lit by fire, the flame will turn as black as a panther's pelt.

When a falling meteor strikes a superstitious world...

Bandits from a manor overlooking a certain crucial trade pass are gaining power, and nobody knows how.

A pike that holds the spirit of a brave slain warrior.

A special sword handed down to only the worthy few men who possess the true nature of the Righteous Order.

A man with a thorn tattooed on his cheek, maybe a slight smile on his lips and a strange look in his eyes should never be trusted... If they still do this, they have probably met Ferian, a man with a thorn tattooed on his cheek and almost always a little twinkle in his eyes. He is very polite, you can't blame him for being rude. He just... Well if it suits him better, he will just eliminate all the problems in his way.