The initial use of Nanofoam Ordinance on large scale was clearly credited to the Army of Redemption, the militaristic offshoot of the Salvation Army. Though unafraid of using military force to address wrongdoing in the colonies, the AIR is always looking for less-lethal weapons.
This compact weapon is capable of laying down high explosive charges at least 100 yards away, and is easily concealable to boot. When you order one of these you also get a mag-clip shoulder holster at no additional charge.
The nurse put a hand on his shoulder, speaking softly, “Calm down, sir, you’re inside a hospital. You’re safe.”
The man’s eyes darted back and forth, his whole body shaking in terror, “Nooo,” He whispered, “I’ll never be safe, I saw him, I saw him jerking and writhing around, then he looked straight at me and fell over.”
Capable of delivering up to 20 iron spikes per minute at nearly the velocity of an arrow, the Iron Spike Launcher-9000 is the front line weapon of his most elite clock-work soldiers.
Click, Zap, Fazaz, and Boom; carrying us all to our tomb. -The BombLovers
Not a bad weapon, but don’t miss. It takes about six minutes to reload…
The ornate flintlock pistol of a highwaymen, consecrated to Nahrem, God of the Crossroads
This item is not listed in many tombs of magic, nor is it detailed in any text books among the arcane. It is however sung about in many a tavern and bar across the coastal cities. The tale is sung more about the man who created it. His tale has been embellished time and again until he seemed more a god than the coward that he was.
The armies of the Treaty States go to the fronts of the Great War armed with the sturdy, trusty and effective Dirziet Model-6, a magazine-fed bolt-action rifle.
This is another item made form Troll parts that I created for my game. This one went to a bard, but it is well suited for anyone that can use a bow.
A firebow, though no longer the staple weapon that it was during the era of it’s modernity, is still a powerful and versatile missile weapon in it’s own right.
And so Blinkly opened his newly crisped mouth and replied.
“I think toast would be an appropriate description.”
“Bah!” The bowman cried, for his bow had fallen apart in his very hands, after firing but one arrow! “Wait until I get to that weaponsmith. These arrows are obviously cursed!” The bowman discarded the quiver of 200 arrows by the road, where scavengers found it, and each separate arrow went their own ways with different owners, as time passed. Some found them cursed. Others, found that they may not be as cursed as one thinks.
Three shuriken carved from the skull of a dragon, they say they never miss the heart…
An over sized blowgun with a matching specialized bag of holding. This blowgun is halfling made and it should be noted that “whiffle” is the halfling word for gerbil.
The PCs have travelled long and far. As nightfall approaches a mighty storm is unleashed. Luckily there is a lush wood nearby the path.
A good shelter for the rage of the unnamed weather gods it seams at first. As the PCs enter under the roof of this dense wood, they are welcomed by only a few drops wich is allowed trough the thick forest crown. A fire is offcourse required to warm the weary bones of the travellers. As one of the party is set to the task of collecting firewood the others settle down at a suitable location. But alas, they did not know the perils of this forest. But it seems clear to the rest of the party that something ill is at work as the woodcutters scream echo from afar.