You shall carry your sibling, be his support and guide.
He shall be your shelter, guardian, aegis firm.
United you stand, divided you fall.
The blast of charged particles tore into one of the entrenched tanks, then from the 'Mech's other barrel-arm into its mate emerging from behind a corner.
Commander Ratzelle had to admit - letting the rookie ride in the Warhammer was not such a bad choice after all; indeed was he a crack shot.
"Ha! There it goes, blown into pieces! We'll never see their sorry asses again!"
"I wouldn't be so sure about that, greenhorn" the lance leader replied. "Get ready for clean-up! We have to root them out by nightfall!"
Some sovereigns prefer a different sort of tax from their subjects - whether freely given, or taken by force.
Fiery doom in two handy barrels. Unsurpassed destructive power. Comes with a five shot warranty.
A sleek design that fits a considerable punch into a slim package, the Scorpio is a Hovertank hated by both sides of a conflict, for different reasons.
In seeking to escape serving the Lord of Ravens many a hope flickered and died, for those who oppose him end up serving him after all.
A blade of darkest night turned to a different use, to teach and educate the knight?
Within the chest of a wizardly tool, there beats a Shard heart, deeming the master a fool.
The high society, the creme dela creme, waste often a great amount of money on luxuries and amusement. In a fantasy world, there is sure more to throw out heaps of money for than fancy clothes, shiny jewels and fast horses, mansions and wars…
A symbol of the guardina of the faithful, the Pilgrim’s Torch is carried from one holy site to another, ensuring the safety and continuity of the faith..
Salvation to oneself is bought through the salvation of others…
A tool of war, given free will to foster stife and conflict, that used that very same free will to become a messenger of peace.
Another scary child’s toy…
A precious stone that calls out to those who can hear, a lighthouse for those lost in the darkness of the void.
A tool to keep body and spirit fit!
Within the fragile bounds of this cage of crystalline metal, your will and talent may work wonders…
A prison ... a sanctuary ... a gateway ... a murderous tool. Grasp the power of a circle of midnight.
A sword that learns and teaches, forever singing of past and present.
The ochre sands stretch for miles around. Something kicks up the dust. It's a yak. A desert-yak. It ambles slowly, nuzzling the ground for the low-growing shrubs. The ranger freezes. "Stay very still," he warns. "Don't move at all."
"What is it?" you ask, breathlessly.
"It's the most dangerous creature in the whole Ocadian desert. And it's about to eat that yak..."