A moonsteel armlet set with diamonds
A rare male only Imbrian armor
Armor and accessory set worn by the guards of the Imbrian Royal Palace and the Lunar Temples
The Knights of Imbria are most commonly seen in artwork bearing their famous, or infamous heart shaped escutcheons
A destroyed Kingdom of the Moon, Imbria was lost and it's flotsam of debris rained down on Earth. Among the treasures of shattered Imbria were it's Ancient Swords
Better known as the Ghost Suit
The best example of space designed power armor
A common light mech of the Atlantic Federation
Light personal armor worn in the Cosmic Era, the intermediate between flak jackets and ballistic plate and full powered combat armor
The basics of magnetic weaponry in the Cosmic Era
Not all magic items are for humans. Rewrite of my original and premiere submission, Horse Brass
Based off of the Rubik's Cube, the Emote Cube is a banned piece of arcanotechnology
The Sperry-Colt 7.5 cm automatic rifle, standard weapon of battlemechs for the Atlantic Federation
Chrome is the one of the most popular Superbrands in the Cosmic Era
The ultra minimalism mech, for the common consumer
A standard crowd control/riot shield
Tis but a scratch, send the guards and make sure they capture that joke of an assassin
A joint French-Canadian company, Chalopin-Barkin of Mars is one of the pre-eminent manufacturers of space mining equipment and exotic vehicles.
Myths and misunderstandings swirl around this mysterious metal
Also known as hover cycles, HBs, Tin cans, tin coffins, and smear-bikes, the military hover bike is a common vehicle in many arsenals and motorpools
Once every decade on the eve of St. Poskov's Day during mid-winter, the coastal city of Tiyabon experiences a horrific event. Quool's Tide rolls in, depositing hundreds of bloated, fish-eaten corpses upon the pebbly shores of Tiyabon's wide bay. This singularity is to this day unexplained, though countless theories abound. It is said for example, that these corpses are not eaten by the myriad fish of the seas completely, due to the fear all creatures of the seas hold for Quool.
Named for Quool, a terrible, antediluvian god of seas and storms, who no longer exists for he has no worshipers, the Tide chokes the beaches and surf with the countless rotting bodies of those who had perished at sea in a violent way.
Almost immediately, the lifeless corpses are fed upon by crabs, gulls, and worse things that await the horrid feast. The townsfolk let nature take it course with disinterested disgust, though lately some enterprising adventurers have taken to searching along the beaches of flesh for former deceased companions, with intentions of raising them again!
Surprisingly no undead ever rise from among the many corpses. This is also a mystery.