A moonsteel armlet set with diamonds
A rare male only Imbrian armor
Armor and accessory set worn by the guards of the Imbrian Royal Palace and the Lunar Temples
The Knights of Imbria are most commonly seen in artwork bearing their famous, or infamous heart shaped escutcheons
A destroyed Kingdom of the Moon, Imbria was lost and it's flotsam of debris rained down on Earth. Among the treasures of shattered Imbria were it's Ancient Swords
Better known as the Ghost Suit
The best example of space designed power armor
"Though he walk through the most dangerous ghetto in the city, he shall fear no evil with Lawboon by his side."
A tiny marble cherry with an amber heart inlaid. One of the Lolliful Avenger's most devastatingly effective weapons.
Fo Derarer Agger / The Conqueror Armor
A common light mech of the Atlantic Federation
Six powerful substances as described by Hachnar the Alchemist
Light personal armor worn in the Cosmic Era, the intermediate between flak jackets and ballistic plate and full powered combat armor
The basics of magnetic weaponry in the Cosmic Era
A thankfully rare mineral that burn's one skin as if the Devil himself had spit on you
Not all magic items are for humans. Rewrite of my original and premiere submission, Horse Brass
Once upon a time this sword may have been a sight to behold, but no more. Rust and decay now tarnish the metal of this forgotten relic, and those who stumble upon it are more likely to toss it than use it.
Based off of the Rubik's Cube, the Emote Cube is a banned piece of arcanotechnology
Idea from the Aeneid. Could make an intriguing encounter when searching for firewood..."Quite near there happened to be a mound of earth, at the highest part of which were growing thickets of cornel and a dense cluster of spiky myrtle-stems. I went up there and tried to wrench the green growth from the ground to provide a leafy covering for our altar. There I was confronted by a horrible and astounding miracle. For from the first bush which I tried to break off...blood oozed in dark drops, fouling the earth with its spots...A piteous moan came from the base of the mound and I heard a human voice answering me: 'Why, Aeneas, must you rend a poor sufferer? I am buried here...for I am Polydorus. Here death overpowered me in a crop of piercing iron-pointed spears. And so a crop resembling javelins has grown over me...'"