You can find the ever-growing list of "Better Than Nothing" items over on the right. Read 'em, like 'em, share 'em, and comment. Worms of Purgation Bast knelt over the fallen soldier and repeated himself (For the third time), "You. You will eat this." The pink and grey things in his hand wriggled and dripped a... Continue Reading →
Like Chagga, Energy Drinks, and Breathing Fire
You can find the ever-growing list of "Better Than Nothing" items over on the right. Read 'em, like 'em, share 'em, and comment. Inspired by /u/ajchafe and their post on reddit.com/r/dndnext (credit where due). Fingersmoke Brendel coughed a rough, brown plume out over the fire while Gus and Bornia laughed their throaty and condescending laugh. It... Continue Reading →
A Cloak of Air and A Cloak of Sludge
You can find the ever-growing list of "Better Than Nothing" items over on the right. Read 'em, like 'em, share 'em, and comment. Billowing Cloak of Father Wind The lions were released and pounded across the sand at him. Thumping. Prowling. Snarling. Stalking. The stranger only walked towards them. The crowd only murmured. They'd seen this... Continue Reading →
Dice of Reality and a Song of Insanity
You can find the ever-growing list of "Better Than Nothing" items over on the right. Read 'em, like 'em, share 'em, and comment. Liar's Dice Listen, Charlonso... before you go to their sad colony, know that Tieflings are the great albinos of the world. Outcast. Cursed, some say. Known by their look, but human despite all... Continue Reading →
The Great Dwarvish Hammer, the Jar of Blood, and the Asshole Brass
You can find the ever-growing list of "Better Than Nothing" items over on the right. Read 'em, like 'em, share 'em, and comment. These will lack a "story", they were some of my older items--I may revisit them again for fluff as a project. The Light Hammer of Doss Crafted with crude dwarvish magics in the... Continue Reading →
Intestines, The Greatest Sword, and A Chaos Dart
You can find the ever-growing list of "Better Than Nothing" items over on the right. Read 'em, like 'em, share 'em, and comment. The Bastian Churn The Pekalese warlock panted and gaped for air, exhausted from the beating he'd given the young gnome. As Tilbuck lay on the ground, a motley of bruises and a squeezebox... Continue Reading →
