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
Ah, you are awake now I see. Wondrous news. I realized that you have no idea what is transpiring so I will be blunt so you may understand it. It is rumored that you are one of the best jewelers and metalsmiths in the region and for that you are lucky enough to have been chosen to create an item that will change the world. And afterwards, you shall be set free. My word on it.
Found written on a torn single page…
“Lay thee patiently and still upon the ground, contemplating the Leper Star in the firmament, 'neath a crescent moon, ‘midst the graves of a boneyard 'til the G’na-Shennu come crawling up from the foetid earth. Fear them not. Let them rage about thee, casting ghoul-dust from their chalky talons and scalps,'til they calm, and so begin to whisper their secrets. Then shall they solemnly withdraw into the earth once more, in peace."