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Made from several Taraxaca, this small container of yellow, sticky oil is applied externally to wounds. It acts as a good antiseptic and healing aid.

The prickly stem cut away, the small yellow Taraxacum flower remains, crushed to produce a sticky yellowish oil. This quantity is insufficient to be of much use though; you must collect more and mix it all together.

Many natural animals have a survival mechanism that allows them to blend into their surroundings. This special potion is created from genetically superior specimens in which this blending ability is very strong. Consuming the elixir will imbue the drinker with such ability for a short period of time.

This dagger looks like it could be a formidable weapon, but lack of contact with the Underdark has caused its structure to tarnish and lose its quality.

The taspen key is big and blocky.

Day One: I stumbled across a most curious tome in the athenaeum earlier today... twas bound in gray flesh that closely resembled that of a ghoul. A chill went down my spine as I picked up the odd book, but I paid no heed. The librarian seemed almost glad to lend the book to me for an indefinite amount of time... again, most curious. I shall examine the book more clos... Sections of the journal have decayed, rendering portions of the text unreadable. You skim the page until finding a legible entry, and then begin reading again. Day Seventeen: The book has proved to be a wealth of knowledge; some of the incantations were unknown even to a mage of my stature. One particularly intriguing spell involved some manner of beast called a "lich". Apparently some mages of great power have managed to attain mastery of their own mortality by becoming one such creature... I am without a doubt stronger than those fools! Without the trite concerns of mortality weighing on my mind I will be able to focus on learning even more potent magicks, with which I... The rest of the entry is illegible. As you continue through the journal you notice that his handwriting is gradually becoming more difficult to read, and it seems as though he may be slowly slipping into madness. Day Twenty and Three: The preparations are nearly complete! My chamber lies beneath, and they will surely be lured there by the promise of treasures beyond the comprehension of any mortal mind beneath my own. My courier will be back any day now with their replies, and soon I shall have some test subjects for my new magicks! Oh joy! The beauty of deathless life in eternal death beckons to me, and I will heed sweet oblivions call! The next entry is nearly impossible to read due to the strange ink and idiosyncratic manner in which he wrote it. Day Twenty and Six: it was necessary to kill the fool...he delivered the message, surely, but he conveyed their responses to me in far too slow a fashion...such disrespect towards one such as myself can warrant only death...no matter...i am preparing to retire beneath where the priest toils and moils in the city of ebony barbs... my guardians are watching over my vessel where the dead lie in Liinar, so i am now free to depart... i must say... that courier boy is far better an ink than he was a messenger... With great revulsion you slam the book shut and return it to your pack. The crimson text is not ink, its blood.

The potion in this vial is dark blue in colour. The fluid swirls inside; if uncorked this potion may have devastating effects.

Within the azure fluid lies what looks like a small spirit wanting to fly from the flask and retreat to a place of safety. It is said that if the spirit and the potion are ingested, the users body will evaporate into the ethereal plains and be reassembled at a secure anchor-point in the reality plane.

An extremely small key crafted from a single rose thorn.

Within this glass sphere a thunderstorm brews. If unleashed it is said to explode in a ball of flame and send lighting bolts everywhere; not something you really want to mess around with!

Within this flask a small lightning storm brews, sending blue-purple sparks to the edge of the glass, occasionally giving your hand a jolt.

The Tiara is a silver crown created for a princess that was lost only in myth. Copies float around for brides to be and young girls to play dress up. Crafted elegantly with silver and set with diamond, it catches much attention.

As pretty as the halos of the angels of high, this tiara of golden tinsel sparkles brilliantly in the winter sun, curling around a thin strand of wire above your head to form a ring that bounces playfully as you walk.

Try as you might, this exceptionally light arrow shaft is still too strong for you to bend. Even the heat of the forge was insufficient to disperse the dark energy that clings to the metal.

The Titanium Blade is coated in pitch, although specs of silver show through in places. It used to be part of a sword until the hilt was broken away. The blade resonates with a dark energy.

A small silver disk printed with a white skull on a red sun; the symbol of Cyric. This item can only be obtained by performing extreme acts of evil. Legend says that such an item can open the gateway to the Land of the Dead.

This small brass token is proof of a Coliseum victory over Guruk the Ugly.

This small grey token is proof of a Coliseum victory over a Black Hand Necromancer.

This small copper token is proof of a Coliseum victory over a Demilich.

This small silvered token is proof of a Coliseum victory over Arovet the Infidel.

This small iron token is proof of a Coliseum victory over a Veteran Gladiator.

This small black and white speckled token is proof of a Coliseum victory over the twins, Hannah and Dianna.

A mysterious stone key that brings a fear of death with it!

These juices are harvested from the tongue of a pig. It smells and tastes disgusting!

A finely crafted simple black spun silk hat. Designed to warm the head of the groom to be and complete his look. A white rose pinned to the brim to match the headdress of his fair lady.