The wastelands of the Cosmic era are a harsh environment, littered with wreckage, contaminated with chemical weapon residue, and radiation, and inhabited by mutants, monsters, and the strange creatures hemorrhaged from dimensional fatigue events. The denizens who are hardy enough to live in this terrain make due with their own sort of gear.
Also known as the Mobile Turret, Mobile Fortress, Battleship Tank and Mobile Bunker
The Destroyer Type, or Destroyer Pattern tank evolved in the Resource wars as a method of increasing offensive potential in vehicles with short projected battlefield life expectancies.
30 tanks and not quite tanks and it looks like a tank but legally it isnt.
30 power armors, hardsuits, and avatars from the Cosmic Era.
There are three types of powered armor: Hardsuits, Power Armor, and Avatars
Extracted from the 30 Powers Armors submission, caught in development hell
Power armor suits manufactured for the Atlantic Federation by the Union Aerospace megacorp.
The walking siege engines of the Cosmic Era
The most common form of body armor in the Cosmic Era, also the cheapest
Protection in the Cosmic Era
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
A standard crowd control/riot shield
a disposition os 30 types of armored combat vehicles
"Sure, it’s chilly to wear in the winter, boiling in the summer, and yeah, it chafes a little after a day or two of marching. But when you do what we do, you learn to eat, sleep and s**t in it - pardon my language your highness.”
-Miles Secundi, Man at Arms of Prince Kastame
"There are few things that iconize the Knights of Greatland better than a suit of massive metal plates, and an equally gargantuan weapon."
-Jax the Chronicler
The crafty Murdholm Dwarf had not seen these new shields. Fools, he though, bigger shields won't help you when you swing like a bear.
He felt the spear being yanked from his grasp. Before he knew it, his own spear slipped back to him, into him, point first.
Light Mech for close encounters of the "messy" kind.
Stormbound, the ship rolls hard over to once side. All that is not strapped down is tossed violently overboard in a splash of freezing water.
There, on the horizon- a tower. Squat, it stands alone on a tiny island. However, it's the only land in sight, and any more of this ferocious storm will crush the boat to splinters.
Taking shelter within the ornate entryway of the squat tor, the party notes with interest that no signs of life break the silence of the stone tower. As they take another step forward, they realise why.
This is the fabled tower of Brenji, a rich merchant who wished none to share his enormous wealth. He constructed this tower to store his gold- trapped and ready for any potential thieves. But the ingenious pitfalls and scything walls are not the only dangers within the silent walls of the building. A guardian, left behind by Brenji, still stalks these very halls.
A rattling hiss echoes somewhere from below...