When your in trouble and need a quick escape, S.I.E.G. IT !!
Few know the secret behind the Flying Monks of Ka-zin is not entirely due to their remarkable skill at acrobatics, but also in the colorful belts they wore.
Made for a brave adventurer by a spurned lover, every chain was lovingly crafted with iron and locks of her hair. The finished armor was polished with tears and blood till her final days...
BEWARE all who dare wear this chainmail...
Crafted from the leg bone of the slain wyrm Ashirkelenge, this rod has tremendous magical power in the right hands.
"The gods have chosen to smite us today my brethren...but we must fight back"
"How damn it we're just men...insects before their power"
"We will have to find the dagger"
Quite simply, the most sophisticated and pound for pound most dangerous vehicle in the skies of the Cosmic Era
"The Blizzard be strong outside, lads; settle yehself in and breathe the steam; we'll pass the time with a story."
The product of the Entwiner’s art, this net is carefully crafted with nearly invisible knots in its fine mesh. These knots speak in the language of Entwining Magic, the words of keeping and holding.
The walking siege engines of the Cosmic Era
The Rocky Mountain Republic owes in large it's existence to a single limited run of primitive mechs, the Assault/Bombard Mech model 1.
A common tool of necromancers, nether mages, and others who are privvy to the arts of the dead and undead
The Deck of Shadows is bound to other dimensions through demonic blood magic infused in the wood, and the eldritch essence woven into the vivid paintings on the cards.
At the annual tech show in Dubai this week, IDC has announced its entry into the subdermal monitor wars. Sources in the company say that they believe that their Dermal Screen is more than capable of competing with the iSkin. Here's their official press release:
The Trace On System, abbreviated as either TOS or TRON are a series of epidermal implants and nano-fiber filaments implanted to improve the reflexes, balance, and agility of the augment wearing them.
Within the pages of this ancient and dusty tomb are the blueprints of the mad creations of a powerful Lich.
Magic that really gets under your skin.
An ancient shrine of a mischievous goddess. The proper offering will give you her blessing, but 'ware you don't feed her wrong!
A statue with the power to fix your mistakes.
To fly. One of man's oldest and fondest dreams. To soar above like a bird, for the joy of it, to explore, or to strike at one's enemies. It is only natural that magic would be turned towards granting this wish.
A wild species, vinus homophagus, more akin to sea-grape rather than the terrestrial variety, is not a monster despite its fanciful name. The grapes, a deep purple color when in bloom, and oozing dewdrops of perspiration, like the most prized and delectable of drinking wine grapes, do however deserve their moniker. Wine made from this fruit, is deadly to most humanoids, as is the raw berry, if plucked and eaten from the vine. It is the unnatural chemical concoction found within the fruit’s tart skin, which gives the man-eating grape its name. The chemical stew found inside each berry, functions as a necrotic agent, the same as found in some species of venomous snakes. The grapes literally eat the victim from the inside out, via cell death, dissolving organs and flesh in quick succession.
The tribes of Pra-Oohk Crater, from the jungles of Ghlush are known to sell the fermented “wine” of this grape to merchants of distant lands. Sadly, the taste of the concoction is divine when first quaffed, and even worse, the man-eating grape wine will never detect as poisonous via mundane means, its horrid natures somehow masking all attempts. Luckily the man-eating grapes are extremely rare, and endemic to humid jungles.