The Ghas Maidan, or Orb of Verdant Pastures, as it is known in the Common tongue, is a powerful artifact that turns up rather frequently in myths of various cultures. In the most popular stories, it is said to have been carved from one of the seeds of the World Tree.
The three Megiddo spears were commissioned by the archdevil Zariel for her three strongest champions. Carved from the tails of three red dracolichs by the mad efreeti Yakhun in the Elemental Plane of Ash, these spears possess a strong attunement to the plane. They were wielded for thousands of years in the Blood War, and slew uncountable hordes of demons.
These pairs of blades were standard issue equipment for officers of the Inquisition when they launched their campaign through the Brastoe Wildlands. Fire was the most effective way to deal with the awakened plant-life both native to the area and controlled by the wild elves that lived there. The popularity of the pair of swords lasted beyond this particular campaign, and the “burning blades” eventually became a symbol of the Inquisition.
Spectrumite are crystallizations of the memories and experiences of individuals with particularly resilient souls. A creature may bond with a piece of Spectrumite to access a small degree of that experience.
The Beartrap Flail is a martial weapon that lets you pull enemies closer to you. Think Scorpion from Mortal Kombat and you aren’t too far off. I always like to provide a little lore for the items I create, even if they are something that might not necessarily be unique within a world.
An air sac taken from an inflated Blowhard Bird, this magical, watermelon sized bag packs quite a punch, despite weighing little more than a feather.
The Sages of the Silver Flame were a sect of magical warriors who fought to rid the world of all traces of fiends and their ilk. They employed a form of fire magic that was so refined and pure, it could burn away the flesh of the most powerful devils while leaving its user and their allies completely unscathed.
As the legend goes a masterful huntsman once stole into the nest of a sleeping hydra and made off with one of its eggs. As the hydra grew, it came to be a guardian of the huntsman’s tribe, and for generations served its people. Under its watch the tribe saw prosperity, growing in size and power until it ruled vast swathes of land in all directions.
An example of the dangers of housing a brewery underneath an alchemist’s workshop, the heavyweight potion is the result of a batch of dwarven stout ale that was contaminated by an upstairs neighbor’s spilt cauldron. While the consistency leaves much to be desired, the potion actually has a rather pleasant, malty flavor that finishes very smooth.
