Something flashes beneath the waves, a hint of green scales surfaces. A rainbow colored crest breaks the waters surface followed by a huge beast.
A man in plate armor approaches, but you see no face, for the chilling mist seeping from every joint in the armor obscures the view.
The volcano robe as it is called houses the elemental power of fire.
The famed Mountain Cleaver is a mighty hammer and is never taken "lightly".
Nieglosh is a heavily enchanted blade that commands the wind and bears the title: Hurricane Strike.
These mighty arcane stones came from humble origins, but there is nothing humble about their power once unleashed
These spellcasters are the few who survived the great trials to become a being of both arcane and divine magic.
This set of jet-black breastplate is suffused with the power of those long gone.
When the campfires grow dim, stories are told. Stories of lost cities, great heroes and legends of old. One of these is the story of Knurlheim. Once the proud capital of the Dwarfs, now a ruin- abandoned long ago. Filled with vast riches and treasure. It’s secrets forgotten with the decline of the Dwarfs, long ago. No one knows is certain if it ever exsisted at all.