The preferred small arm of the Starkin Federation’s military branches, this reliable and proven coil-rifle design has been in service for literally centuries.
The mainstay of heavy weapon squads of the twenty-seventh century, the PR-13 Plasma Rifle permits a man to become a maestro of destruction.
Think of it as a nuclear machine-gun…
Legends say that the first of these bows of gleaming steel were crafted by the smiths of the dwarves, who gave them to the first of the land’s great kings.
A bundle of Tyrnithi arrows. Rare and highly prized by Archers in this Lands.
A missile ment for a presant or future based RPG
Tinker Gnomes go to war! Unveiling their new super weapon, the tinker gnomes are able attack at ranges greater than some light balista with a crew of one man! Goblin leaders refuse to comment on any causalties, but eye witness reports suggests the weapons are deadly.
Once every decade on the eve of St. Poskov's Day during mid-winter, the coastal city of Tiyabon experiences a horrific event. Quool's Tide rolls in, depositing hundreds of bloated, fish-eaten corpses upon the pebbly shores of Tiyabon's wide bay. This singularity is to this day unexplained, though countless theories abound. It is said for example, that these corpses are not eaten by the myriad fish of the seas completely, due to the fear all creatures of the seas hold for Quool.
Named for Quool, a terrible, antediluvian god of seas and storms, who no longer exists for he has no worshipers, the Tide chokes the beaches and surf with the countless rotting bodies of those who had perished at sea in a violent way.
Almost immediately, the lifeless corpses are fed upon by crabs, gulls, and worse things that await the horrid feast. The townsfolk let nature take it course with disinterested disgust, though lately some enterprising adventurers have taken to searching along the beaches of flesh for former deceased companions, with intentions of raising them again!
Surprisingly no undead ever rise from among the many corpses. This is also a mystery.