A writhing mass of red tentacles

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.

As if there was not enough siliness around...

Fewer things under heaven reek
like the lofty spires of Wlatsoom Peak

Vernissage, apprentice bard.

The scent of magic

A slightly atypical stinking swamp festering with goblins

"Aww, dang, did you fart again?" asked the Jordy, The Knight.
"No, screw you! I didn't fart in the first place!" replied The Scoundrel, Harris. What they didn't know was that the Smelbinders could hear their every word.

"Yes, there are some unusual patterns to these - her patients, but we have nothing to prove anything other than statistical anomalies."

Vampires have strange powers indeed.

As the small group of mercenaries settled down for the night, they failed to notice that some small pieces of barbed wire sticking out of the ground nearby were moving like tentacles.Until it was too late and they woke to feel it clutched around their throats and squeezing hard. As their blood spilled upon the ground the Barbed Arms had claimed yet more victims.

Because the Mind is a Muscle, too.

Consider your grip and consider just how important the iron spikes and 10 foot pole are.

The Shambler is not a subtle foe. It bursts onto the scene like an elephant-sized lion to trample and smash it’s foes…

The final creation of Albert Uhrzeit, commonly named the Lord Chronomancer in popular literature, the Void Golem is the ultimate expression of his mastery over the stuff of time and space itself.

The Master walked over to the strange symmetrical mechanism. He flipped it over... The sands of the hourglass began to flow and it whirred to life. "One hour," said The Master, "Practice."

A powerful golem of Tar and Sand, ideal for pulverizing one’s foes.

- "Arrr! What scurvy dog seeks the Davy Jones' Locker by comin 'ere?"
- "Oh, shut it, will ya!"

A quick flash of steel was all that was seen in the moonlight...

With but a word, the small mantis made of fine copper wire came to life; growing at an alarming rate, ready to defend its owner...

A loud crack broke the silence of the night. A piercing howl of pure agony followed, but was cut short after a moment by a low gurgle and a thump. Cedir smiled coyly, just another victim of the Tongue of Demons