Even the most useless of items can become something more if a legendary mage carries it around for a couple of centuries.

The home of the reclusive Monk-Smiths of Moldan, unparalleled practitioners of the art of smithing.

A set of polished silver and gold tea cups and saucers, and accompanying silver serving plate, that will serve on its own.

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.

The dwarfs of Thodar created a weapon of might and power - but how much is the wielder prepared to sacrifice to gain prowess in battle?

A brightly colored ink that hardens the skin.

A broken shard of mystical powers.

Once an adventurer, this now disembodied mage is seeking a reason to continue, or a way to die.

The ruins of the lands that bore the confrontation between the Mad God of Avarice and the Storm Queen, this place has been soaked by the divine essence of two of the most chaotic gods.

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

Long ago, longer still than even the golden age of Hamset, so long it is out of the memory of man, though not of the elves for they remember their history to the first. Many secrets areheld by the elves. As this, a glass vial containing the tears of Laitha, the fairest, kindest and most beautiful living being to grace the world of Hamset.

A dark emperors gloves that make an excelent weapon and torture tool.

The Crown Princess of Sadaren needs a husband! There's just a few teeny little problems.

The less-than-delicate heiress to the land of Sadaren, her battle prowess is as legendary to those people as her lack of education.

Will this tome be the saviour or the bane of your heroes?

When a mysterious man hires them to slay Baza, the Yellow Priest, will the heroes find more than they bargained for?

Centaur-crafted marching drums, imbued with firey power.

Warstaff (Warhammer/staff combo). Call of the Storm is five feet even. It is an archmage's staff that has been modified into the Warstaff by adding a Warhammer's hammerhead and infused with magical reserves.

A lute form of living crystal, powerful and ultimately fatal to the wielder...

A heroic warrior who is not what he seems to be.