The bronze half plate of the Flame Knight, this armor serves to protect the wearer with the blessing of the Lord of Fire.
A magical synthetic limb, with the power to call Lightning and Thunder.
We’ve seen magicians pull rabbits out of a hat, but have you ever seen a druid pull a boar out of his shirt?
A large steel shield in the form of a sea-shell attributed to Athena, the goddess of civilization, craft wisdom and war.
A guaranteed life-saver in some situations, a good armor anytime. Several miraculous death-and-return situations were observed on its wearers, but seldom attributed to the simple leather armor.
A sturdy metal heater shield with properties useful to the battle commander or the individual soldier.
Will certainly not be suspected, a bad luck charm for everyone around.
Shiney rare armor forged in hell with awesome power!
Once two or more matching helms are found and worn, they enable the individuals to communicate like they were standing next to each other. The helms transmit all sounds including the surrounding noise and at the same volume as the original.
The original armor of King Inturt. Was lost to him on a long past campaign when he was captured by his enemy. When rescued they couldn’t find his armor or weapons. If found, he would pay a hefty ransom for its return. Sentimental value.
A full suit that can absorb one magic spell at a time. When a spell is cast at the wearer the armor sucks up the spells affects and stores them until the wearer directs them somewhere else.
Gold and silver full plate mail with the soul of a Slavina General trapped inside.
Forsht Bligo is a dwarf who loves the taste of blood. He's become quite the connoisseur over the years. Pigs blood, sheeps blood, cow's blood, if it's red and warm, Forsht considers it a delicacy. The fresher and hotter the better. Forsht will often sneak up on cattle, prick them with his dagger, and catch the flowing blood in his orc-skull drinking cup. His life goal is to taste the blood of every living animal. Although he has not yet sampled humanoid blood, he is not averse to doing so if the right opportunity presents itself. He is not particularly unpleasant if approached and can be easily befriended. Its just that he simply can't get enough of the "Juice of Life", as he calls it. Forsht's troubles come in the form of frightened and angry villagers who have proclaimed the misunderstood dwarf a vampire. Since Forsht is amused by this, he does little to dissuade anyone. This will lead to some dicey situations for Forsht in the near future.