A rare, and often cantankerous weapon, the Gutbroiler is capable of cooking a man’s insides while they’re still inside them.
It is said of the mighty Banhammer that it will send those who it hits, body and soul, to the depths of Hell. The truth, however, is rather more prosaic…
"How did you lose your arm?"
"Well you see, I fought this one bloke with a bizarre sword…"
Call to Hand bands are items added to weapons or items to allow them to be summoned to the user’s hand
"If force doesn’t work, use more of it"
Here is a selection of 30 different hammers, used by those who enjoy hearing the sound of bone being crushed.
"Never seen anything like it before. Two strikes, and the room was awash in blood."
Hammer good for monster bash! Flat monster is good monster!, ja?
"I was out on that lake for a good eight hours trying to dreg up that seaweed, and boy did I get burned."
As Corran spoke, his walking stick started to glow, suddenly erupting flames over his left foot.
The weapon of choice of the royal guards, the Danamax rapier is a symbol of an enduring dynasty.
A mythic sword thats only power is legend.
The legacy of a master of the martial arts, the Fistwraps of Hwang are a testament to his sheer willpower.
This relic, while of little value against the living, is a formidable tool against the beasts from beyond.
Handed down from Master to Apprentice for hundreds of years, the mokgum of the Chil Sung Kwan contains the essence of the Way.
And… The Young Thug pulled out a… Dead Rat? Didn’t see that coming.
A curious dagger, with a blade stained by ancient gore; it has seen many dark deeds, yet goes unsuspected as more than some old piece of junk.
Carved to bring glory to the Patient One, the silent and frigid Abomination that holds dominion over the frozen wastes, the Glacier’s Fist is heralded as a deadly weapon, but the true purpose of it is a much more subtle thing.
The Icicle Sword is a powerful weapon of cold, but those who use it’s full powers almost allways pay with their lives.
30 groups of magical swords
Forged of destruction, in the name of hatred, Winter’s Tempest is a cold echo of its parent blades, yet still it bears the destruction of the frozen elements.