Few things shine as bright as the jewels of Hell
100 Word Item
A pair of magical armored gauntlets
A specialized suit of power armor designed for peacekeeping and urban roles
A powered melee weapon for power armor assault troopers
A magical device that grants the ability to shapeshift
A gun made by the God of the Dwarves
A sword that defines and exemplifies the city of Angradhat
a disposition os 30 types of armored combat vehicles
The fleet's answer to MADDS
A cornerstone of modern biotechnology, and something that remains in the upper echelons of secrecy.
Illusion is the disguise of emptiness
A crude stone cup, the type used by giants and hags.
While the glory goes to the battlemechs, during the height of the Star Empire, the martial machines were said to be outnumbered 20 to 1 by their menial brethern, the industrial mechs
I've seen a lot of things in my time lad, six legged mechs, tanks with arms, jets that turn into mechs, but I've never seen anything like that.
A hulking testament to the authority, affluence, and capability of the Yerisian Regime
One drop for a cluster of flowers, three drops for a tree, no more, no less.
Vampiric panties? What a base a vulgar term, they are discretionary undergarments. Please, they are Braies of the Tides.
It's just a shoddy old hand bag, pay it no mind.
T'was a great roar, milord, and the ground was rent and the horses took their bits in their teeth and there was much confusion. No magic could reach so far, and none of our magehounds scented wizards. We do not know the deviltry of the enemy, and for this we lost the battle.
One day a a wind begins to blow out of the West. The next day it gets stronger. And stronger still the next few days. Eventually (and fortunately), the speed of the wind tops out at a steady fifty miles an hour, but continues to blow. Soon an entire kingdom is wondering why it's not abating. The weather mages deem it unnatural but can't seem to banish or control it. The priests of various faiths claim it's divine. The End-Of-Days crowd is having a field day with their predictions of doom. No one knows why the gale persists. When inquiring with neighboring kingdoms, it seems they too suffer from a persistent western mistral. Eventually the populace begins to adapt to living with a twenty four hour a day wind. Always from the West, and perpetual. What could be causing this? A raging Elemental king? a curse from the gods? an unearthed artifact? Or has Nature itself gone haywire?