This could have made Johnny Appleseed's job that much easier!
A weapon cleverly disguised as a wrapped drinking straw.
Also known as the Equalizer.
An ancient relic from a bird worshiping time.
Combating any monster is often as simple as having the right tool for the job. The nightmarish lycanthrop is no exception.
The ultimate tool of The Hunter; a bow that comes with seven different types of arrows.
Nieglosh is a heavily enchanted blade that commands the wind and bears the title: Hurricane Strike.
"It was as if, for a heartbeat, the world awoke, and lashed out in rage at those who disturbed it."
A weapon for those in dire need, Corran’s glove holds a nasty surprise.
The Bloody Bow (also known as the Bow of Blood) has a well… bloody past.
A tough alternative to the common Quiver.
Born half in legend, half in cold science, Lightning’s Voice is a carrier of divine wrath in an age without faith.
The wicked claw of the Hollow Woods, you would be wise to avoid their feared archers…
Bows, Arrows, Bolts, Braces and Quivers.
A loud crack broke the silence of the night. A piercing howl of pure agony followed, but was cut short after a moment by a low gurgle and a thump. Cedir smiled coyly, just another victim of the Tongue of Demons
One had best be careful before opening up one of these barrels…
The wizard and Thieves Guild member John Beltane wanted a portal that could be used to steal anything from anywhere. Instead he invented what in the right hands was a highly effective weapon, and in the wrong hands was a disaster just waiting to happen.
An item of legend, that may not even exist. But many still desire it, and many fear its possible use.
A magical arrow made by a evil group whose meeting place was in a dangerous old forest. They called themselves the “The Circle of Hell”. This group included members of varied skills and racial background but were dedicated to one thing, the summoning of hell’s highest mountain to our home plane…
The old clock tower stands tall, but the bulk of the uppermost storey is crumbling and unsafe, with gaping cracks in the walls. The metal struts and girders supporting the great bronze bells are still intact, though, and the bells survive. The grotesque gargoyles and arabesques which decorated the original design have either fallen into the street (once or twice a year more bricks fall from the tower, prompting calls for its demolition) or have been defaced, but the main doors to the clock tower are still intact and show signs of being kept in working order. This is the home of The Captains, clad in raggedy clothes, with sooty faces, and perpetually runny noses. But behind each set of eyes is the look of a survivor. They live to stick together and make it through each day. Older than their years in many ways, the friendship they share with each other and Wims ghost keeps the core of a childs innocence and hope alive in each. But they are still very suspicious of outsiders. They are a group of street children who live in the clock tower. Some are orphans, some runaways, and some nomads who occasionally return to their homes. But they’re all poor, dirty and perpetually hungry, as well as being wily, unscrupulous and mischievous in a fairly brutal way. Enough of them have suffered at the hands of adults for all of them to be wary of any grown-ups, particularly ones who ask too many questions, although with hard work and a lot of food it might be possible to win the confidence or even the trust of a few of them.