30 Different Bullet Types, some classic, some really out there…
Born half in legend, half in cold science, Lightning’s Voice is a carrier of divine wrath in an age without faith.
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.
The wicked claw of the Hollow Woods, you would be wise to avoid their feared archers…
Most weapons of legend are made in the days of legend; Nightfall is an exception, birthed in violence and vengeance.
The most common fire-arm in the Locastrian armed forces.
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
What the F#$%??? - Revolutionary Commander Flint Westbark upon seeing the device for the first time.
The XKH-71 (Panther) rifle is the widely distributed rifle amongst the Liberty Guardians. Incorporating recombinant technology, the projectile can be altered depending on the tactical situation.
Think of it as a nuclear machine-gun…
The last masterpiece of master fletcher Jugan of the Lorug Phreng
We need a bigger gun…
The Magnetic Bolas can be thrown at an enemy’s melee weapon to hinder its effeciancy, making it harder to swing, and causing it to miss more often.
The cloud doesnt have much of a smell. It looks like fog until it’s on you and then it’s two late. A couple of sucking breaths and your chest is one fire and your eyes are bleeding. Terrible stuff, but if you think it is tough on the living, you should see what it does to the dead
PVT Thomas Quinn.
The SSL-30 is considered a weapon of last resort. It was built to provide some defence, at any cost, against orbital units including starships and satellites.
The initial use of Nanofoam Ordinance on large scale was clearly credited to the Army of Redemption, the militaristic offshoot of the Salvation Army. Though unafraid of using military force to address wrongdoing in the colonies, the AIR is always looking for less-lethal weapons.
This compact weapon is capable of laying down high explosive charges at least 100 yards away, and is easily concealable to boot. When you order one of these you also get a mag-clip shoulder holster at no additional charge.
The nurse put a hand on his shoulder, speaking softly, “Calm down, sir, you’re inside a hospital. You’re safe.”
The man’s eyes darted back and forth, his whole body shaking in terror, “Nooo,” He whispered, “I’ll never be safe, I saw him, I saw him jerking and writhing around, then he looked straight at me and fell over.”
Capable of delivering up to 20 iron spikes per minute at nearly the velocity of an arrow, the Iron Spike Launcher-9000 is the front line weapon of his most elite clock-work soldiers.
Molk Peruda is encountered by the PCs on the second day of their journey west from the salt-choked port of Quyn, as they prepare to explore the jungle.
He appears a gaunt, wolfish man, with matted, dark hair that sprouts from his head in dreadlocks, contrasting with his well-oiled, blue-black, conical beard. His eyes are hidden ebon shards beneath thick arching brows, his nose, crooked, long, and reminiscent of a snout. His mouth is a thin, dark line, his teeth unseen even when he parts his lips to speak.
His skin is the color of tallow, surprising perhaps for a renowned jungle guide, yet his natural helm of dreads and the jungle's canopy keeps the sun from bronzing his originally pale flesh. On his back are tattooed three women from the waist up, side-by-side, each resembling the other but of different ages. This is a tattoo of Molk's mother, sister, and daughter. His wife (don't bring her up to him!) was killed by marauding Qullan years ago, and appears as her own tattoo on his broad but sunken chest.
His feet shockingly are turned around 180 degrees at the ankle, facing towards his back! A curse from a pernicious shaman. Molk walks feet backwards (he's used to it) and walks backwards, forwards. This can be very disconcerting and outright creepy to the PCs as he guides them through the rainforest.
Slung from his back is an archer's quarrel of treated wood carved to resemble a stalking leopard, in his hand a re-curved composite bow of horn and sinew, with a pair of vivid, red eyes, each one painted on the opposite side of the hand-grip. In a leather sheath at his belt, hangs a falchion, its pommel adorned with a curved bird's head and beak.