Colossal crows that mate with their corvidesque companions for life. When presented with a potential partner, the pair exchange skulls in place of wedding vows.
These rabid rabbits store strength in the huge horns on their heads. Myriad adventurers have been taken in by their adorable appearance only to meet an unfortunate end.
Slimy creatures that favour muggy climes. Mauluscs are so insidious that, despite being slugs, they can’t resist rubbing salt in their enemies’ wounds.
Rodent-like monsters who call mountainous regions home. They’ve survived in the wild for years upon years thanks to their top-class survival instincts.
The result of darkness infiltrating the hearts of lost, lonely souls. These floating fiends might literally have their heads in the clouds, but in truth, they’re some of the most grounded monsters you’ll meet.
Every relationship is toxic when your body is coated in poison. These lovelorn lotharioozes are always on the lookout for romance, but are destined to struggle to even get a hug.
These masked monsters are masters of magic, though they display little dedication to the study of the dark arts. Indeed, it is to avoid hard work that the lazy devils learn each and every spell that might make their lives easier.
These curious monsters’ enormous eyeballs afford them excellent vision, even in absolute darkness. Once they set their sights on their prey, they will not give up until they wrap their tentacles around it.
Paranormal malformities awash with the life force of other monsters. Their shadowy form obscures their true nature<—>a visage too terrible to ever divulge to the world.
Army ants are absolutely obsessed with order. If any member of the insectoid infantry should slip out of step with its allies, it will send itself straight to bed without supper.
Though some like to see them more as members of the animal kingdom, their enthusiastic attacking of humans has made sure that they continue to be classified as monsters.
Every single one of these snakes has the exact same pattern on its skin, irrespective of environment, eating habits or any other factor. One of the great mysteries of the animal kingdom.
Insects so thick-skinned that average attacks won’t so much as scratch them. The cause of many an adventurer deciding to supplement their swordplay with some spell-casting.
Skilled spell-casters with a truly terrifying repertoire of tricks up their sleeves. Some say said sleeves are stained red with the blood of those they’ve bested.
Ghastly fungi that thrive in dark recesses. A single sniff of their soporific Sweet Breath is enough to send even the most caffeinated traveller straight to sleep.
Cloud-like creatures formed when evil intentions accumulate. They tire travellers out by fogging up their field of vision and sending them round in circles, then strike when they’re at their weakest.
Though viciously violent, these enormous apes use their brains as much as their brawn. Their favourite trick is to outwit their prey by lying in wait for it where it would least expect.
Annoying insects that send foes to sleep before sneaking off back to their nest with them. They have to move so slowly to keep their victims from stirring that they sometimes wake and make a break for freedom.
Reanimated bags of bones brought back from the dead in order to wreak revenge on…who exactly they can’t remember, so they just attack any living being they see.
These lugubrious larvae consume quantities of toxic weeds, enabling them to exhale poisonous breath. They dream of the day they can spread their wings as beautiful butterflies.
Warriors from an ancient era whose souls inhabit their otherwise empty plates. Though their armour shows signs of rust, their skills do not, and their blades are well whetted.
It is said that wasps attack people in black, but scornets are not so picky<—>old rags, haute couture or even someone starkers, they go after everyone regardless of outfit.
These decapodal deviants might look vicious to the untrained eye, but really they are cowards who will call for backup as soon as the going gets tough.
Spell-casting drackies driven by a fierce desire to outdo their drackyma cousins, who are also adepts in the art of enchantment. They stay up all night studying in order to try and get ahead.
Widely derided as harbingers of calamity, these cruel crows can crush rocks in their claws with consummate ease. That they choose not to do so with the skulls on which they perch shows their unnatural affinity for all things morbid and moribund.
Burlap sacks filled with humour and good cheer. They delight in being the centre of attention, and bag every opportunity to crack a cringeworthy dad joke.
These intransigent insects<—>close relatives of the sentripede<—>are hard-headed in both senses of the word, being both sensationally stubborn, and extremely well-armoured.
So named because of their upsetting appearance<—>they look so unbelievably unpleasant that some even liken them to deities of death. But they’re not actually all that bad.
These monstrous amalgamations bear the head of a vulture and the body of a serpent. They are widely hunted for their wings by humans and so suffer more than most species.
Their silvery skins lead some to assume that killing them will confer the same benefits as slaying a liquid metal slime. Which is why they enjoy standing their ground and stinging those who scamper after them expecting a chase.
Any time is feeding time for these ravenous crabs with insatiable appetites. They’re always salivating at the prospect of tucking into an unwary adventurer or two.
They spend all day staring at their skulls in the mirror, obsessed with the idea that the cracks are getting bigger. It’s probably the stress of all that skeletoning.
A gratuitously grotesque creature composed of an eyeball surrounded by slithering snakes. Some have suggested that they came about when a witch was caught up in her own curse by accident.
Knights of the sky who sling spells as well as swinging swords. Their chivalric pretensions are a rarity among monsters and are also, quite frankly, an impediment to the business of baddie-ing.
Former mushrooms that morphed into monsters when hungry humans attempted to pick them. It should come as no surprise that these unfun guys despise people.
Ovine offenders flush with fine fleece and humongous horns. Violent of temperament, they snort in anger with every breath and charge anyone who meets their gaze.
These sad souls believed in the afterlife until they reawakened like this. Now, they despise all life and shamble about looking to add more to their ranks.
Brightly coloured beauties that are very proud of their orange complexion. They are a little stronger than their blue brethren and slightly warm to the touch.
Werewolves who’ve figured out how to cast Fizzle, which they use to muffle their enemies’ magic before flinging themselves into the fray, fists flying.
The former familiars of foul witches that are considerably cleverer than their chimaera kin. They have a wide range of spells in their repertoire to boot.
A suit of blue-hued armour that’s somehow been brought to life. The metal it’s made of is essentially untarnishable, and so hard that swords often shatter upon impact.
Mercurial monsters that flee at a moment’s notice. Their appearance delights, but their inevitable escape leaves you dreaming of the experience you could’ve had.
This is what happens when the bleak, black bitterness of a skeleton soldier takes up residence in a traveller’s shadow and becomes an evil-doing entity in its own right.
Miniature maniacs that shoulder the hopes of all monsterkind. They try to cast all kinds of spells they don’t know yet, hoping it will make them appear tougher than they actually are.
Cowled criminals that only ever attack humans, supposedly because one once laughed at their face covering, leaving them with lasting psychological scars.
Foul fungi with a deep-seated disdain for mushroom pickers. They are skilled spell-casters and have significantly more smarts than their mush-brained kin.
Ticks who’ve taken on board dangerous levels of darkness. As leaders among their kind, they’re also curiously considerate, and as such, are handy with healing spells.
These cheerleaders of the dracky world spur their allies on with Snooze spells and helpful healing abilities, but secretly wish they could wow everyone with more impressive magic.
Flying felines that bring their bothersome behaviour to the battlefield. Not only will they siphon off your MP, they may also call their buddies to come and back them up.
Their claws can cut iron and their tongues topple trees, yet their appetite for ants shows no sign of abating. Who knows how they got so strong on such a meagre diet…
Skilful employers of both offensive and defensive spells whose secret lies in the fact that they use them every day. When it’s cold, they’ll cast a quick Sizzle to warm up, and if someone’s annoying them, a blast of Fizzle usually shuts them up.
Stained red from the bloodshed of battlefields aplenty, these possessed suits of plate mail take pride in having slain heroes and innocents in equal measure.
Instantly recognisable, these dragons are regarded as monster royalty. It is said that the study of monsters began with dragons, and it may well end with them too.
Sufferers of low self-esteem, these shy sorcerers are ashamed to have their bodies on display and so cast Dazzle to impair the vision of their would-be observers.
Witches that turned into monsters when they swapped an ethical education in magic to pursue their own desires. They weep when they consider what could have been.
Hermitish shamans that hone their magic far from human settlements. Their incantations ring out from dusk till dawn, drawing ire and noise complaints despite the distance.
Sorrowful soldiers who’ve had their souls stolen, and are forced to stay enslaved to their masters even after their bodies have gone, and only bones remain.
Fiends that have figured out how to float like butterflies and sting like enormous, fire-breathing serpents. Their flame attacks are so quick and deadly that they strike terror into even the most toughened travellers’ hearts.
The rotting remnants of a once-proud person. Though they retain a sliver of their soul, they are cursed to ramble aimlessly for evermore, barely aware if they are alive or dead.
Though incredibly curious by nature, sabrecats are also easily bored<—>except when it comes to claw-sharpening, which they’re completely obsessed with.
Sometimes they think they are dragons, other times turtles. But regardless of how they feel, their sleep-inducing Sweet Breath and brutal bite are cause for consternation.
Previously peaceful trees turned violent vengeance-seekers when passing travellers carelessly carved their names into their trunks. See what happens when you don’t respect nature?
These hulking hogs take their training seriously, and practise Multithrust about a million times a day. But despite this diligence, the wild boar blood in their veins means they’re far from mild-mannered.
Vicious snakes whose venomousness is made very obvious by their violent colouration. Their favoured meal-making method is to weaken their prey with poison and spells, then wolf it down whole.
Insectoid irritations with improbable intelligence, they excel at the Sizz spell and flee at the first sign of defeat. Cowardice is the better part of valour, after all.
Equipped with a carapace that could bounce back cannonballs, and pincers powerful enough to snip boulders clean in two. These are formidable foes indeed, hence the <6>death<9> in the name.
Gaseous gatherings-together of grudge-riddled, rage-fuelled fog. The vast majority of accidents at sea and other mist-based misadventures are caused by these malicious monsters.
With hardy horns that can deflect even axe blades, these headstrong headaches charge about butting into everything. The only sleep they get is when they knock themselves out.
Peeved primates with an appetite for destruction. One punch from their pumped-up appendages is likely to send even the most well-armoured adventurer to the infirmary.
High-ranking healslimes who have mastered the Fullheal spell. Their reddish colouration is stark confirmation of their dedication to restorative magic.
Born when the eyeballs of fallen fiends absorb ambient bitterness from the air around them. But despite this, they’re oddly buoyant characters, lacking any memory of their former lives as they do.
Denizens of darkness that dwell where light dare not shine. When summoned to the human plane, they manifest as pure gloom, using their inherent coldness to freeze their fleshy foes.
Bony barbarians that requisitioned four arms from their fallen foes and attached them to their torsos. They have sworn not to make any more bodily modifications…to themselves.
Pulls itself inside its shell to await passing prey, but deep down on the ocean floor, said prey doesn’t appear that often. And when it does, this dyed-in-the-wool dawdler often procrastinates so much before pouncing that it’s beaten to the punch.
Suits of cursed plate mail that wait for an unwary warrior to put them on. Once donned, they take control of the poor human’s soul and force it into eternal servitude.
A species of tree that has seen a ton of trouble because some bright spark spread a rumour that its once-in-a-century-flowering fruit grants endless life to the eater.
So strong that it can often be seen smashing down trees with its trunk-like arms<—>having taken the moniker bestowed upon it by its fellow badboons as a slight against its brawn.
This horrid humanoid secretes poisonous pus from its spoiled skin. If you’re unlucky enough to come into contact with the stuff, wash immediately with consecrated water.
This is what becomes of bags o’ laughs that come into a nice inheritance. They show off their new-found wealth to all, blissfully unaware that nobody likes a braggard.
Demonic infants destined for devilishness. One must compliment those who taught them their table manners that they can handle a fork so well<—>and give thanks that they have yet to be trained in the correct way of wielding a knife.
A devotee of the dark arts so dedicated to death and destruction that they were brought back from beyond the grave to further hone their horrific powers.
Sedentary stones that will self-destruct if not dealt with in a timely manner. With these troublesome lumps of rubble, every battle is a race against the clock.
Thanks to the motion detection and prediction module with which it is equipped, this murderous machine is able to strike even the fastest-moving foes with unerring accuracy every single time.
Stony sentinels that were animated by the magic of a mystery mage. Though slow to act, their sheer size and mass are more than enough to offset any sluggishness.
Swollen lumps of magma that were supplied with sapience via magical forces. Though hot to the touch, they are ice-cold in combat and attack with their abominable breath.
The vile revivifications of rancid cadavers. They feel no pain and wander in search of fresh flesh until they fall apart<—>an eventuality that might not actually be that far off.
The souls of three swordsmen mingled to manifest this skeletal scoundrel. Billed as highly skilled with a blade, though <6>three-man army<9> might be a more apt name.
Necromancers that mastered forbidden forces. On quiet nights, their faint chattering can be heard, but it is unclear if they are talking to the undead or just themselves.
The bleached bones of deceased dragons brought back to life by dark designs. They serve their summoners, carrying out any command with unwavering loyalty.
Blue-skinned bruisers with a death wish for their enemies. Consumed by killing, they persist in the pursuit of their prey until its demise is confirmed.
Swirling, whirling balls of monstrous energy that carve a path across the battlefield, cutting down enemy and ally alike<—>often to the extreme annoyance of their fellow fiends.
Though they are far from being the brainiest bunch, these humongous hooligans hit hard. To topple these titans, take advantage of their tendency to miss the mark.
The speediest sludge you are likely to see (albeit briefly), they take advantage of their low profile to reduce drag and hasten their escape from sticky situations.
Well-respected in the werewolf community, these lupine leaders are said to have been elevated to their position of power by dint of their ability to cast spells<—>a rare skill among their kind.
With six swords at their disposal, these skeletal psychopaths are hell incarnate, striking fear into the hearts of adventurers the second they start swinging.
Monarchs among monkeys whose stunning, snow-white fur sets them apart from the crowd, and is also a top-notch temperature regulator, keeping them feeling just right under almost any conditions.
Glacial goons that were given the gift of life through sinister sorcery. Though icy in appearance, passion burns within them, and they never abandon a friend on the battlefield.
Ice-breathing dragons of pre-eminent power. Though rarely forced to fight in earnest, when they do, a single snap of their enormous jaws is usually enough to end the argument.
Effigies of dark gods that were carved from solid stone. Originally created to watch over humans, these rocky reprobates now cause them more harm than good.
The latest in a legendary line of superior serpents. Even the Dragonlord recognises them as a force to be reckoned with, and counts many of their number among his closest coterie.
These once-noble dragons were defeated by adventurers in an ancient age. They then fossilised where they fell, before being stirred by a deep-seated desire for revenge.
The gaudiest of golems with bodies that are built from bricks of pure gold. They drop a fortune when defeated and are targeted by greedy adventurers after a big payday.
Skeletal swordsmen that were masters of the blade before they became bones. They abandoned their humanity<—>and their mortality<—>in order to attain ultimate power.
Open this chest with trepidation, for it contains despair, envy, prejudice, discord and everything in between. Will hope remain when all else is removed, or simply misery?
The errand-birds of fiery deities, these flying phantoms are feared the world over. They swoop from the heavens to whisk people away as punishment for their impiety.
These composite creatures are too metallic to be considered true chimaeras. They are constantly chased by adventurers, leaving little time for them to search for new metal mates.
A demon with a striking resemblance to the Dragonlord of old. Some say it is another monster entirely who simply took on this form with a spell, and others that it is an ancient demon of great power. But nobody knows for sure.
Nebulous nightmares with bothersome breath attacks and spells at their disposal. They like to evaporate then sneak up on adventurers to whisper words of death into their ears.
The horrible hands of berserk combatants that lost their lives before their dreams were realised. They were later reborn as abhorrent appendages that brim with animosity.
These suits of armour once belonged to notable knights, but were possessed by sinister spirits. Each scratch on their armour is a score they long to settle.
Cast in forges where dark forces flow freely, their bodies have been imbued with exotic power. Regular weapons leave nary a scratch on these merciless metal monuments.
Toward the end of summer when the days get shorter, these slimes wash up on beaches in their droves. Be careful not to step on one, or you could be in for a nasty shock!
Creatures cursed with voices so raspy that even they themselves get annoyed. They can often be seen gargling with rainwater to try and remedy the issue.
The terrible tentacles of these mighty molluscs twist around ships and drag them down to the depths. Their name alone strikes fear into the hearts of sea creatures the world over.
The wing-like expanses of skin on the sides of these snakes’ bodies enable them to sail through the air with astonishing ease. Rumour has it that once they reach one hundred years of age, they soar away into the sun, never to be seen again.
Lumps of ice that slowly became sentient over the centuries. So incredibly cold that if you threw one into a lake, the water would freeze almost instantaneously.
Among the creepiest of creepy-crawlies, they keep the sea free of flotsam by boring their way through the bottoms of boats, then eating everyone and everything inside.
Hailing from the trenches of the deep sea, these ancient creatures crop up in myths from across the ages. Tales tell of them dragging ships down into the cold, murky depths.
Frightful phantoms born of the festering hatred and horrific torment of humans. They cast the Thwack spell to send their enemies off to the underworld.
If other monsters get too close, these deranged denizens of the deep will lash out with their razor-sharp talons. They occupy the warrior caste in merman society.
Scorpionesque sea creatures who have grown far more formidable than their land-bound brethren due to having to withstand the preposterous pressure of the deep for so long.
Masters of the Multiheal spell, these avians are heralded as heaven’s healers. However, they have an avaricious side and stuff their nests with all the shiny items they can find.
Curious creatures with a disturbing defence mechanism: they can eject great sticky gouts of guts, and then escape in the ensuing confusion. Don’t worry, though<—>the guts grow back!
Strange sea creatures with enormous eyeballs at their centre. The tips of their tentacles are as sharp as razors, and they fling them through foes with unbridled ferocity.
Snake-like eels that are as violent as venomous vipers. Though they’re very much members of the fish family, their poison-based hunting style is serpentine in the extreme.
Bad-tempered bad ‘uns that love nothing more than a good barney, but because they’re at the bottom of the sea most of the time, they’re often bereft of people to bicker with. As such, they spend their days awaiting the coming of someone they can get stuck into.
Kings among their kin, they cast Kabuff and Wildfire with aplomb. Their spells have earned them their peers’ praise and elevated them, essentially, to royalty.
Carnivorous coral that lives at the bottom of the ocean. Said to have spread when someone returned from the demon world with a sample for decoration’s sake, then let it run ill-advisedly wild.
Sea dragons who were once kings of the ocean. Almost driven to extinction by the ever-warming atmosphere, a few survived in the deepest depths, and have begun to emerge again of late.
Their arrows possess the unique property of being unimpeded by water resistance<—>a quality that has led many human fletchers to try and replicate them.
Wild things of the underwater world who whizz around the ocean like they own the place. And well they might, for their jaws can bite through any armour, and their shells resist even the most brutal blows.
Guardians of the deep who patrol the water with their spears ever at the ready. Their skills are such that even veritable lords of the lance would bow to them.
A monster met in the Cave of the Lake. Though he and his ally Cadabra presented a united front, Abra secretly schemed to one day betray his brother and become his boss.
These miniature monsters apprentice to other demons while they wait to become fully fledged fiends. Though they may not look it, they’re extremely studious sorts.
A monster met in the mountains north of Rippleport. It helped its partner in crime with a little carrot-and-stick work to try and turn the townsfolk against each other.
A monster met at the shipwright’s shrine. The only thing it loved more than doing evil deeds was dancing, shaking and shimmying each and every day<—>until its last.
An underling of Belial’s met at the Dragonlord’s castle. While it judges all non-monsters to be beneath it, little does it know that it’s looked down upon itself by the higher-ups in the monster hierarchy.
An underling of Belial’s met at the Dragonlord’s castle. Smaller than most of its associates, but actually more important<—>although still but a lowly pawn in its masters’ game.
An underling of Atlas’s met at the Shrine of Rain. So enamoured was it of its master that it was trying to make its muscles bigger so it could be more like him.
An underling of Pazuzu’s met in Beran. For distinguished service in Hargon’s army, the High Priest granted it the use of a certain spell that it was only too glad to use at the first<—>and final<—>opportunity.
A monster met at the lighthouse, where it was pretending to be the guardian of the sigil in order to get information out of unsuspecting adventurers<—>though the young scions of Erdrick judged it to be highly suspect indeed.
Though their cubs are absolutely adorable, and are popular pets among the wealthy, they grow extremely vicious as adults, at which point only the King of Dirkandor wants anything to do with them.
An underling of Hargon’s whose strength is a cut above that of most other monsters. Fought for a while, then ran away, seemingly still far from finished.
Underlings of Mariella’s met in the Mermaids’ Sanctuary. Having spent their whole lives in the sea, they had never seen humans before, and judged them to be extremely funny-looking creatures indeed.
Underlings of Mariella’s met in the Mermaids’ Sanctuary. Their favoured method for fighting foes was to bite down on them with their numerous gnashers in order to inflict fatal damage.
Underlings of Mariella’s met in the Mermaids’ Sanctuary. Their terrifying tentacles had hypnotic properties, beckoning their enemies toward eternal slumber.
Underlings of Mariella’s met in the Mermaids’ Sanctuary. These monstrous molluscs were possessed of potent poison, with which they liked to sap their enemies’ strength.
A trusted underling of Hargon’s who’s quick to anger, and always giving someone an earful<—>enemy and ally alike. Though she seems not to trust those who serve her as far as she can throw them, it never seems to stop her throwing them into battle in her stead.
These lovable little rogues of the demon kingdom don’t bat an eyelid when berated for being rude, or for playing tricks on their betters. And everyone forgives them nonetheless. They’re just so adorable!
An underling of Pazuzu’s met in Moonahan. A seemingly somewhat high-ranking member of the Children of Hargon, the religion that reveres the heinous High Priest.
An underling of Pazuzu’s met at the Tower of the Moon. Though it took on a human form to indoctrinate the poor people of Slewse in the teachings of Hargon, it had no concern for the salvation of their souls<—>its only aim was to offer them in tribute to the unholy High Priest.
An underling of Pazuzu’s met at the Tower of the Moon. It used the power of its master’s accursed crystal to send the Slewsians back to their childhoods, that they might be more easily encouraged to act on their worst impulses.
An underling of Hargon’s whose strength is a cut above that of most other monsters. He is currently attempting to win as many humans as possible around to Hargon’s wicked way<—>though he seems less committed to the cause than he is to his beloved bananas.
A monarch who values strength above all else, and trains harder in the martial arts than any of his underlings, wishing as he does to lead by violent example.
An underling of Hargon’s whose strength is a cut above that of most other monsters. He believes the small and insignificant have no right to exist, and thinks nothing of squishing them beneath his enormous foot.
One of the Deities of Destruction summoned forth by Hargon, and head of the forces that laid waste to Moonbrooke. A tactical genius and spell-casting savant who overwhelms foes with ease.
A human who rose to the rank of Champion-in-Chief to High Priest Hargon. Though she gave up the form in which she was born both to please her master and punish the world that wronged her, in the end, neither he nor the Deities of Destruction gave her the recognition she craved.
One of the Deities of Destruction summoned forth by Hargon. He was finally forced to recognise the power of the seemingly small and insignificant when he faced the young scions of Erdrick for a second time, and was roundly trounced.
One of the Deities of Destruction summoned forth by Hargon. He was tasked with collecting human souls for sacrifice, but when confronted for the first time with true human kindness, he bowed before it, and accepted his defeat.
One of the Deities of Destruction summoned forth by Hargon. Though he finally gave his all upon recognising that the scions of Erdrick were now a force to be reckoned with, it was already too late, and he was forced to admit defeat.
A deep-sea creature that wears an enormous shell for a hat. Legends tell of thousand-year-old scholars living on the seabed, and these monsters may well be where such ideas originated<—>their long, wrinkled noses and pointed headgear certainly lend them a sage-like air.
A great serpent that sits atop the hierarchy of marine monsters. Swims around underwater lording it over everybody, and swallowing whole anyone it doesn’t like the look of.
Captain of a ghost ship crewed by the spirits and skeletons of long-lost sailors. It silently roams the seas, attacking treasure-hunters and taking their booty for its own.
A draconic deity and the eternal keeper of the heavens. Dignified and gracious, Xenlon takes great interest in certain human pastimes, and is surprisingly fond of a fight.
Great-grandson of the Dragonlord, who once attempted to engulf the world in darkness. He himself has taken on the true duty of dragons<—>to watch over the world and keep it safe.
The true form obtained by the Dragonlord’s great-grandson upon absorbing the Sphere of Light. He uses his new-found power to put the scions of Erdrick to one final, and formidable, trial.
An avatar of ultimate destruction brought back into being by the power of ultimate darkness<—>not merely to complete his unholy mission, but to further it. Where Malroth sought to reduce all to rubble, his final form laboured for no less than the end of all life and all light, that the void might reign for evermore.
Rabbit Tail (Dragon Quest II)
Accessories 
Dragon Scale (Dragon Quest II)
Accessories 
Wizard's Staff
Weapons 
Leather Hat (Dragon Quest II)
Helmets 
Musk (Dragon Quest II)
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Wasteband (Dragon Quest II)
Accessories 
Copper Sword (Dragon Quest II)
Weapons 
Moonwort Bulb
Items 
Ten Ton Toupee (Dragon Quest II)
Accessories 
Choker (Dragon Quest II)
Accessories 
Medicinal Herb (Dragon Quest II)
Chimaera Wing (Dragon Quest II)
Seed of Luck (Dragon Quest II)
Plain Clothes (Dragon Quest II)
Antidotal Herb (Dragon Quest II)
Holy Water (Dragon Quest II)
Magic Water (Dragon Quest II)
Seed of Defence (Dragon Quest II)
Unsealant (Dragon Quest II)
Seed of Stamina (Dragon Quest II)
Seed of Strength (Dragon Quest II)
Bronze Shield (Dragon Quest II)
Seed of Agility (Dragon Quest II)
Cat Suit (Dragon Quest II)
Staff of Antimagic
Leather Shield (Dragon Quest II)
Cypress Stick
Mad Cap (Dragon Quest II)
Prayer Ring (Dragon Quest II)
Iron Axe (Dragon Quest II)
Iron Lance (Dragon Quest II)
Full Plate Armour (Dragon Quest II)
Tombola Ticket
Coagulant (Dragon Quest II)
Fizzle-Retardant Blouse
Steel Broadsword (Dragon Quest II)
Iron Helmet (Dragon Quest II)
Cloak of Evasion (Dragon Quest II)
Thorn Whip (Dragon Quest II)
Seed of Wisdom (Dragon Quest II)
Seed of Magic (Dragon Quest II)
Iron Armour (Dragon Quest II)
Garish Garb (Dragon Quest II)
Wayfarer's Clothes (Dragon Quest II)
Hapless Helm (Dragon Quest II)
Silk Robe
Banishing Bell (Dragon Quest II)
Seed of Life (Dragon Quest II)
Headsman's Axe (Dragon Quest II)
Dieamend (Dragon Quest II)
Recovery Ring
Battle-Axe
Oaken Club (Dragon Quest II)
Elevating Shoes (Dragon Quest II)
Cower Ring (Dragon Quest II)
Dazzle-Me-Not (Dragon Quest II)
Tangleweb (Dragon Quest II)
Dragon Mail (Dragon Quest II)
Mask of Implacability (Dragon Quest II)
Ogre Shield (Dragon Quest II)
Dragon Claws
Double-Edged Sword (Dragon Quest II)
Gold Mail
Gold Circlet
Sledgehammer
Sword of Ruin (Dragon Quest II)
Flowing Dress
Battle Fork
Strong Medicine (Dragon Quest II)
Thinking Cap (Dragon Quest II)
War Drum (Dragon Quest II)
Iron Mask (Dragon Quest II)
Ice Shield (Dragon Quest II)
Shell Armour
Sparring Suit
Black Bandana
Magic Bikini
Harmour
Nobleman's Knife
Kacrackle Scroll
Falcon Sword of Ruin
Ripple of Disruption Scroll
Xenlon Hair Ring
