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Wizard's luck pendants
While some hapless wizards worked desperately to learn the secret of transforming lead and other metals into gold, other, possibly wiser wizards put their brains to work and learned the secret of turning luck into something you could sell.

A little bit of flame (created by burning only four-leafed clovers) under a pan made of melted-down and re-formed horseshoes in which was dropped a mixture of comet dust, rabbit's foot fur, rain collected only on days on which a rainbow had appeared, and a few other choice luck-elements - and you've got tiny luck pearls. Bottle it up, add a lucky charm - and you have a tiny bottle of luck. Potent stuff!
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Wizard's love pendants
And other wizards attempted to cash in on a different (though possibly more troublesome) craze - turning love into something you could sell.

The recipe is thought to involve red rose petals, the boiled hearts of small frogs, the tiniest amount of diamond dust, strings from the lute of a bard who performs love tunes, and the hair from the tail of a white horse (please, no unicorn hair - we are, after all, chasing love, not purity). Add a few drops of love spring water, a touch of fire under a cauldron, stir clockwise on the vernal equinox, and you have the pearly colorful solution known as Wizard's Love Potion.

After bottling the stuff in tiny doses (larger doses would be dangerous... er, more dangerous), the wizards consulted with local witches who encouraged the old men to include something "feminine" in order to encourage womenfolk to try the potions. Unable to find much of the gentler persuasion in their cluttered workshops, the wizards attached tiny tin hearts which were formerly going to be used to power mechanical birds (which would -not- leave droppings like their usual ravens but still add a decent amount of cluttery noise).

It should be noted that wizards are a group of generally musty-smelling nearsighted old men who rarely change robes, let alone get out much. It is unknown whether the swooning from this potion was caused by emotion or ... well, let's just say boiled frog hearts have an odor.

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Questionable Pendants
The man only managed to get out "What does the loc-" before the grey-haired crone interrupted.

"I told you," she screeched, "you foolish thing. You ask no more questions. You have brought me what I want, I have given you what you want. Now take it and go. Do not open it here. Go!"

He stood staring at the outside of the witch's now-shut weathered door for a moment before turning away, staring at the item in his hand. It was a small trinket, made of metal bits and small colorful beads. He had paid a heavy price to get it. Would it do what he wanted? Did he have the strength to try?

He walked along the path, the scents of autumn surrounding him. Everything drying, falling, dying, decaying. Everything.

His mind was made up, he realized, before he had even received the thing. He would return to the grave, he would put the trinket around her neck, and he would open the locket...
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Josh the Rude Little Fish (AKA PiSees)
Josh was a rude little fish. He spent his days ditching school, making a mockery of mom's cold worm pie, and pretending to swallow other smaller fish when their parents weren't looking. He was a terror.

However, none of the other fish complained about him much because he had a knack for getting rid of fishermen. Apparently fishermen dislike having their lines repeatedly tied together, and they find it severely unsettling to reel in a line and find a crude sign that says "buz arf" stuck to their mangled hooks.
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