Seven sets of magic (finger) nails for the Queen of Praxingdrell

Summoning spells are typically cast or are tied to the basic magic item pack of jewels, rods, and so forth. Summoning devices take the same concept and tie the spell to a weapon, shield, or piece of armor.

'The level of magic here is nearly an 80. As a mage I can stay here for several hours without any damage as my body is used to it, but the rest of you need either expensive anti-magic amulets or lead plate armor to stay longer then a few minutes-unless you want to risk turning into something like a small purple teapot,' the mage told his fellow adventurers. He was exaggerating, but not very much, as his thaumometer clicked and buzzed loudly.

Thirty types of often magical ink that may be found in books or scrolls or occasionally just scrawled on a wall, with all kinds of uses.

A bag of enchanted beans. Dare you plant them?

A candle inside of a skull is a typical creepy feature in cultist's lairs or haunted places, but what if they served a more practical purpose?

A magic rope that can can bind two objects together, regardless of any intervening obstacles.

By Merlin's Beard!

My cane is both a symbol of my weakness, and the instrument of my strength.

I need a light for my pipe, pass me a flask of fire, mate.

Pass me a powder and a cup of wine

The stone and I have the same desires,
Day in, day out.
We want by each other to be sought,
And we want to embrace each other taut.
The stone and I have the same desires,
Day in, day out.

An often misunderstood poem of the Heartstone rings.

The passenger said, 'It sounds like your wind chime is broken, or at least out of tune.' The first mate just smiled. 'That chime is music to a sailor's ears, it is,' he said. 'We will have smooth sailing this day.'

It was a fine harness and reins. The leather was soft and well tooled. The bit was so shiney one thought it could be silver. It looked like no bit and bridle that he had ever seen. Yet, it seemed familiar, like he had heard stories about this before.

These minor items were developed by a mage tired of the foul odor of the garbage pit behind his home.

The crowd erupted in a bright flash of multi-colored light, red and green flashing once each blinding those to near. The clash of metal on metal rang over the dinn of the voices of the market place. Cries of a fight swept through the streets ending up at the ears of the city watch.

“Someone broke a seal again. Thats to bad, as I didn’t want to have to kill anyone today.”

- Corporal Watesan, 2nd Shift of the day watch. Cerb City, Cerb.

A mystic, tired of being left behind by his more swifted-footed companions, devised this as a simple solution.

Perhaps not quite what you would expect. Certainly it is a sword that can produce flames at will.

These are the items magic-users and alchymists would be really creating: minor, useful, and easy to sell.

It is a nice fluffy pillow, filled with soft down, covered in a soft, nice fabric. It is soooo comfortable. *yawn* You could just nod offffff when layyyying on .......... *snore*