Silent, accurate, and powerful, the cogwheel rifles serve as a potent alternative to standard firearms.
"Since I was issued with this rifle, it’s saved my life on more then one occasion. It’s the best weapon that I’ve ever been issued with." John Volkov, a private in the army of the De Madden Company.
Ancient-looking, yellowed bone, slashed with streak of dry black ichor, forms the core material of this loathsome armor.
A subtle, and effective improvement to the standard gravitic shielding common throughout the Starkin Federation, this device rapidly degrades and destroys energy weapons brought to bear against it.
You can always recocognize a guardsman by his truncheon, tonburry hat, and pimple coat.
"How did you lose your arm?"
"Well you see, I fought this one bloke with a bizarre sword…"
It’s a crappy Mk.9 Sunbeam pistol, I’ll give you 200 credits for it.
Sgt. Dietzman, retired ordinance officer and gun dealer
Call to Hand bands are items added to weapons or items to allow them to be summoned to the user’s hand
The weapon of choice of the royal guards, the Danamax rapier is a symbol of an enduring dynasty.
The legacy of a master of the martial arts, the Fistwraps of Hwang are a testament to his sheer willpower.
A small brass bell…with a deadly power.
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.
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.
Combining the stopping power of a gauss weapon, the energy of antimatter, and an unfortunate acronym, the EAR-5 is a potent weapon for both starship combat and pun warfare.
30 Different Bullet Types, some classic, some really out there…
Forged and folded by the ancient and holy methods, Warprender and Weftcleaver have incorporated the very transformations that allow man to traverse the stars into their exotic blades.
Like magic Methnik’s sword passed through that of his foes….All too late, the blade was at his neck, it burnt, stinging like acid, it slivered through skin and muscle. Methnik crumpled to his knees, then to the floor, his eyes greyed over and he heard faint words, maybe those of his foe? "Your last lesson in this life. Your teacher? A Serivemn"
This blade is one of the fabled Fatal Swords of antiquity, the metal of the blade folded one-million times.
The most common fire-arm in the Locastrian armed forces.
A PC Conjurer or summoner, basically any mage whose sole purpose in life is summoning creatures to aid in battles and various situations, is cursed with a hex, and needs to find a way to undo the curse...before he goes mad, or his fellow PCs throw him out of the party, or worse.
Everything he/she summons, never goes away. So you'll have to figure out what the heck to do with that dire bear or fire elemental once it's done fighting the orcs for you. Eventually a caravan of bizarre creatures either annoyingly ends up following the summoner around, or they go off to cause mayhem elsewhere. Bad news for the poor spell-caster regardless.