This is a redirecting sub
"No this is not a mispelling", the marketing suit continued, "it is a new way to express yourself, express your interests, and get your personal message…. or your corporate one across." He surveyed the room. "It is a new consumer item combining things people need with what they want."
"With the OP(im) implant you can be the master of your own space and time!" - Advertisement
We can rebuild him. We have the technology. We can make him better than he was. Better…stronger…faster. - The Six Million Dollar Man
Think of it as a nuclear machine-gun…
This is found in areas where there is a great deal of wood work done.
The fineset weapons in the Known World are made of Rydlin Steel.
‘To the victor goes the spoils’ it is said but what if those spoils are not what they seem. What if those items of victory, are deadly.
A metal that can only be tempered once, and ever after it shall know no flame, nor shall heat harm it
The engines and playthings of the artificer kings.
Some say you can’t keep a good undead down. They’ve obviously not come face to foot with these boots.
The Median forked dagger, a weapon evolved out of hunter’s tools, found almost exclusively in northeastern Media.
The fifth generation of gynoid robots produced for the inhabitants of Technopolis.
The product of anti-sound research, the Silence Field or "Silencer", became arguably one of the symbols of 21st century.
A symbol of achievement, an icon of arrogance and pride, a pinnacle of alchemical purity.
After many failures the leading computer company of the 30th Century has finally developed an economic biological chip computer.
A summary of the tools, weapons, and transports of the Kel’Regar.
A potent drink gauranteed to turn good folk into depraved and desolate madmen.
Lady Carse of Tekne
Gauranteed to protect you from nightmares, hexes, and the diseases of the loins
This stuff will make you a sexual Red-Frilled Blood Dragon.
Jesk, Orcish gladiator
Just off the road a man lies dead, pierced through the heart from behind by an expertly thrown and ornate dagger which remains in the body. A long strip of cloth torn from the man's shirt has been tied around his neck; on the tag end an unknown hand has written a cryptic inscription: "For Djaygo."
When you get to the next town, everyone is talking about a mercenary woman found slain in exactly the same fashion in her room at the inn where she was staying.