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.”
Long lost beneath the raging seas, the Sword holds the pure power that nobody could ever contain.
An over sized blowgun with a matching specialized bag of holding. This blowgun is halfling made and it should be noted that “whiffle” is the halfling word for gerbil.
A colourfully painted egg which, when tapped, hatches to perform a magical cantrip, usually useful, sometimes harmful…
Tinker Gnomes go to war! Unveiling their new super weapon, the tinker gnomes are able attack at ranges greater than some light balista with a crew of one man! Goblin leaders refuse to comment on any causalties, but eye witness reports suggests the weapons are deadly.
A magical warhammer with an electrical history.
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.
A new twist on the deck of many things with it’s own card game.
A small door, often wood but sometimes metal or stone, that is a doorway to an extra-dimensional room.
A full bearskin, paws with claws, head and teeth and such, to be worn as a warm and comfortable cloak.
Oh, and the spirit of the bear can be summoned to fight along side you as well.
One of the things you always carry around, and never give it a second look. But even a second look would not help to reveal this one.
Nobody knows how many were made or who the creator was. It is only known that in need, the blades always appear to those that are worthy. They lift those they choose into places of power and use that influence to rage a millennium old war.
Pandora would have opened this one, too.
Looks to be a weak necromantic item.
A powerful ring of many protective powers, which has its few downsides.
This sword was forged in the ancient past at the request of a soldier who had to destroy an evil magician who had gained immortality.
The silver necklaces whose inset gems display the status of the wearer.
The everful horn of a vengeful bull-like creature who wants it back…
Shiney rare armor forged in hell with awesome power!
Once every decade on the eve of St. Poskov's Day during mid-winter, the coastal city of Tiyabon experiences a horrific event. Quool's Tide rolls in, depositing hundreds of bloated, fish-eaten corpses upon the pebbly shores of Tiyabon's wide bay. This singularity is to this day unexplained, though countless theories abound. It is said for example, that these corpses are not eaten by the myriad fish of the seas completely, due to the fear all creatures of the seas hold for Quool.
Named for Quool, a terrible, antediluvian god of seas and storms, who no longer exists for he has no worshipers, the Tide chokes the beaches and surf with the countless rotting bodies of those who had perished at sea in a violent way.
Almost immediately, the lifeless corpses are fed upon by crabs, gulls, and worse things that await the horrid feast. The townsfolk let nature take it course with disinterested disgust, though lately some enterprising adventurers have taken to searching along the beaches of flesh for former deceased companions, with intentions of raising them again!
Surprisingly no undead ever rise from among the many corpses. This is also a mystery.