A man in plate armor approaches, but you see no face, for the chilling mist seeping from every joint in the armor obscures the view.
A brutal type of footwear.
The Suit of Purity appears to be one designed for the heroic, but it masks it’s true villanous nature. Anyone who wears it for long is bound to be slowly twisted to the Dark Side.
Hammered from Stygian steel and inlaid with demonbone and bejeweled with demon jade and black diamonds, the blackest of blackguards are filled with lust and envy to possess this armor
This set of jet-black breastplate is suffused with the power of those long gone.
Honored and cherished by the people of the Ragosi mountains, the Osaki have allowed them to retain their freedom in the face of those who would enslave them.
Ancient-looking, yellowed bone, slashed with streak of dry black ichor, forms the core material of this loathsome armor.
An arcane substance able to convert kinetic energy directly into matter.
You can always recocognize a guardsman by his truncheon, tonburry hat, and pimple coat.
Fear ye not the sorcerer’s might / for ye be wreathed in Baunumdraung’s light!
Space, and indeed, the outdoors in general, usually lack cover stout enough to stand up to heavy lasers and plasma weapons. This man portable unit is one designed solution to the rule.
Pain is inevitable; suffering is optional.
Ogelend, Border Reiver
Like the heated embrace of a lover, this singular thing caresses and binds itself around the chest of the wearer, linkings its fate with his to the end of his days…
It was Young Jim’s first battle. He was known for being a tireless worker in the field and a very patriotic young man. But he didn’t understand this strange armor they put him in… And he didn’t know it would be the Last Armor he ever wore.
A sentinel, a defender of humanity, standing against the hosts of the eternal night.
In seeking to escape serving the Lord of Ravens many a hope flickered and died, for those who oppose him end up serving him after all.
Those who wear this item are usually laughed at and scorned for its appearance at first. It looks odd adorning the head of any warrior as it always seems a little too small and its thin strap that secures it in place seems far to fragile and loose to keep it in place when worn in a melee. However, when the wake of its powers catches up to those who scorn, their attitudes and lives change abruptly. The knowledge about this helm is vague but throughout history, events of a chaotic nature seem to follow in the path of this item, sowing the seeds of disorder and discord. However it is when all four of these set items are found and placed together, does true havoc reign.
Few things are more important to a warrior than to ensure that his… coddes… are well protected, and Red Hatchet was no exception…
The Cuirass of the Winds can litraly blow one’s attackers away, but the wearer should take care, for it’s loyalty lies elsewhere…
A fine suit of armour that provides protection, but from what?
The king's palace is destroyed by a falling star, which detonates like a nuclear bomb in the center of the city. When the inhabitants grow brave enough to investigate the ruins of the palace, they find a new ruler, one from beyond the stars, emerging from the meteor.