Pardon them, they are barbarians, and think that the customs of their tribe and river are the laws of nature.
Lord Bertrand of Shawstrope

The delicate flower of the deepest Arctic, bearing the essence of ephemeral purity.

Once an outcast spirit of the cold, now the malevolent lord of a realm of winter unending...

Carved to bring glory to the Patient One, the silent and frigid Abomination that holds dominion over the frozen wastes, the Glacier's Fist is heralded as a deadly weapon, but the true purpose of it is a much more subtle thing.

The Icicle Sword is a powerful weapon of cold, but those who use it's full powers almost allways pay with their lives.

Perhaps the most destructive of Kel’Regar weapons, Summer’s Extinguisher plunges the world it is deployed on into a deep and permanent winter.

Here lad, you take it. We've been through a lot this pot and I, ever since the last Great War, but you're too young to remember that one. I had this with me in all my campaigns after that. The Althial Border Wars, the rising of the Dragon Lords, the Dwarven Rage... Ah but I'm old and toothless now an' it's no use to me. Take the pot lad, use it well. At least you'll always be guarenteed a reasonable meal

Behold, the Harbinger of ill-tidings, the blizzard rider, the thief of winter, the Stamagast.

Frozen to death by a penny pinching, cruel landlord, the Frozen Woman has found her vengeance against her killer, and now seeks to destroy those who might do unto others what was done unto her.

The establishment is run by an elderly goblin named Sax Stoneswiller. Providing this service to non-goblins is much more lucrative than what he was able to receive with his clan.

It is said that the metal cap of her beekeeper's hat has a magical substance found in enchantment devices.

30 groups of magical swords

Inspired by the Five in One challenge, the Emblem of Novercalis is a campaign inspired not by five subs, but by five idea seeds.

The inanimate remnants and dry husks of ideas left stillborn.

Forged of destruction, in the name of hatred, Winter's Tempest is a cold echo of its parent blades, yet still it bears the destruction of the frozen elements.

These Trolls travel land and sea in an eternal search for their next war. The Host of Battle—for they have no other name for themselves—is part mercenary army, part ethnicity.

A greater examination of the Magician's best friend, his familiar.

"Why's she want the rings? Heh, ye ain't the first ta ask. Well, why's the wind blow? Why's the shark bite? Trust me, lad, you don' want ta question her nature, jus' as ye wouldn' question mother nature. I say she's lookin fer somethin' - gods save me when she finds it."
- Ben "The Biter" Yardrin, sailor

Squares of colorful cloth, often enchanted with minor magics to better serve the owner - but, first and foremost, it is merely a kerchief.

Though several copies are known to exist, ultimately this is the title of a singular book. It sits in the office of The Librarian—the Demon that oversees the Library of Citadel. The Concise Compendium of Codices contains a listing of every known book ever printed.