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
Lizard-bulls and Bull-lizards; a quick comparison for all those who still don’t get it.
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 well-loved and somewhat crudely hand-crafted tribal drum owned by the Tribal Half-Orc, Somnak. It is said that Somnak possessed the ability to call upon the spirit of any creature whose skin was pulled over the drum to aid him and his allies in battle, as well as curse his foes.
A mineral responsible for refrigeration, arctic landscapes, and hot springs across the world.
Part of my series on pseudo-magical world building
There is a small and strange nature-worship cult that has dedicated itself to freeing vegetables. They appear usually in working pairs or trios, arriving to villages and towns separately and wearing the local garb. For some reason, they have taken to disguising themselves specifically as a scholar, a cooper, and a fisher. At night, they will sneak into backyards and side gardens, digging up household fruits and vegetables. They pile the pilfered plants into a cart and vanish in the night. While the townsfolk wake up to empty gardens, the cultists replant the fruits in the wild to let them be "free".