Magic Items

Song Craft Minor Property
Whenever this item is struck or is used to strike a foe, you hear a fragment of an ancient song.

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 set of clothing is made up of a pristine white jacket, black pants, and a white apron. Embroidered on the jacket’s chest are the words “Butcher’s Bounty.”
Language. The bearer can speak and understand Common.

This chest contains tomes filled with stories of the characters’ adventurers, a reminder that all their triumphs and contributions to the realms are never forgotten.

Smoking from this pipe produces a puff of smoke that takes the form of a red dragon with a scar down the right eye. Engraved on the body of the pipe is the word 'Blue love Spyrathar'.

This spellbook, along with anything written on its pages, can’t be damaged by fire or immersion in water. In addition, the spellbook doesn’t deteriorate with age.

This spellbook contains the following spells when found: detect magic, magic missile, shield, thunderwave

Language. The bearer can speak and understand primordial while the item is on the bearer’s person.

This arrow was retrieved from the Battle of Almorel in the Endless Wastes. Its proximity to the aberrant hordes that spewed forth from the Infinite Staircase has caused it to behave abnormally. It is limp, like an overcooked noodle, until someone grasps it; at that point it takes on the physical characteristics of a traditional wooden arrow. If it is placed on the ground for a few moments, it wriggles about until the arrowhead is pointed north.

This small statue was crafted from a mix of jade and obsidian. Sigils adorn the belly, with a script similar to the tribes of Chult mixed with notes in Primordial. When studied, these markings move and twist but always deliver a message similar to “Move! Get out of my way!”

No matter how much you imbibe at an inn or tavern, a sprinkle of these magic salts on the tongue before bedtime means you’ll never get a hangover.

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.

This 50-foot rope is crafted from slender, living tree roots braided together in a seamless weave. It smells faintly of moss and loam, and its texture is both firm and supple, pulsing gently with druidic energy.
Language: Druidic