Sundries from a Behir
In its death throes, the behir has disgorged a few mementos of its previous prey. A pile...
In its death throes, the behir has disgorged a few mementos of its previous prey. A pile...
Wit and charm were not enough to save this loquacious minstrel from a sticky end, and the...
Under a ridge of granulated rot and bone which might have once been the lich’s arm lie...
Threads of gristle and sinew have been bound together in unnatural purpose to form this...
The lich’s skeletal form has degraded beyond even undeath, leaving nothing but a pile...
Weighty limbs of oak banded by riveted iron dominate the crossbow’s form, their bulk...
Brass plates embedded in the grip of the weapon have been engraved with striking scenes...
A dark metal barrel juts from the open mouth of a small, polished skull at the...
The metallic flesh of the whip is riven with seams—delicate and almost...
The head of this mighty weapon has been forged in the likeness of a comet blazing across...