Magic Items

This pipe can make a perfect tiny replica of the Leviathan of the Cult, which itself can exhale its own puff of smoke in the form of another monster.

A piece of solid moonlight inside a spherical lattice of solid divine threads. An elven song can be heard whenever its magic is used. This item has the Language (Elven) minor property: The bearer can speak and understand Elven while the item is on the bearer's person.

This ring, woven from wheats and vines, radiates the power of Chauntea, Mystryl, and Selune. This is a surprise gift from Pandora, who had spent one year crafting it in secret under the moon goddess’s guidance, bit by bit with careful precision, imbuing it with her power, and weaving each strand with love and dedication. Carved onto the ring is yours and her name. Carved on the other side of the ring is an illustration of you holding an umbrella for a little 9 year old girl who is happily holding your hands.

This weapon was once the holy avenger of an ancients paladin. It has since broken and been repaired, losing it's special properties but not its edge. The hilt is clearly that of a holy avenger, but the blade is shattered and covered in markings where it was reassembled.

While wearing this amulet, you can speak and understand Modron.

You're given a small portion of Ilsensine's knowledge.

You're granted a minor portion of Ilsensine's protection against Magic as long as you are not standing in opposition against the illithid god.

This armor is made fully from tentacles of the mind flayers, shrouded in fluids of cerebrals, and magically touched by Ilsensine yet contains not a spark of divinity.

Tales of Bahamut have been carved onto this metallic horn. Upon blowing it, beams of light shines upon the land around you, introducing 5 spirits of Dragonborn serving the dragon god onto the battlefield. They swear to serve you only if you are worthy of their service.

The shining iron horn is of dwarven make and cool to the touch. Elegantly engraved into the sides of the horn are scenes of great dwarven feasts, huge kegs of ale, and the slaying of monstrous beasts which include a tarrasque and a kraken.

This armor is forged by an avatar of Helm. The leather seem to have a radiant shimmer held together by obsidian rivets. Etched on the armor’s chest is the symbol of Helm, a staring eye with blue pupil on the upright left war gauntlet.

If allied with Zerah, it will reveal a hidden inscription under a moonlight.
Your victories are seen and celebrated. In the shadows of defeat, you are not alone.

If allied with Ananias, it will reveal a hidden inscription in complete darkness.
True freedom is knowledge that there is no moral law. Everything is permissible.

Ozwald's personal walking stick and the only place where he felt safe away from the peering eyes of Sigil. Now, Ozwald is back on the run, but he has entrusted you with his workshop... his sanctum sanctorum.

This fearsome steel helm makes your eyes glow red and hides the rest of your face in shadow while you wear it.
This helm bears the sigil of Selune. While wearing it, instead of red, your eyes glows a celestial white color.

This sleek silver band glistens with a thin sheen of frost, never melting even in the hottest climes. Set into its crown is a pale blue aquamarine, cloudy at the core like a shard of glacial ice trapped in time. When worn, the air grows cool around the bearer, and their breath mists faintly with each word. The ring pulses with the still, ancient power of frozen seas and buried glaciers, an echo of the elemental chill that sleeps beneath the waves, patient and unyielding.