A means to deliver a pointed message...
This could have made Johnny Appleseed's job that much easier!
A weapon cleverly disguised as a wrapped drinking straw.
Also known as the Equalizer.
An ancient relic from a bird worshiping time.
Combating any monster is often as simple as having the right tool for the job. The nightmarish lycanthrop is no exception.
The ultimate tool of The Hunter; a bow that comes with seven different types of arrows.
Nieglosh is a heavily enchanted blade that commands the wind and bears the title: Hurricane Strike.
"It was as if, for a heartbeat, the world awoke, and lashed out in rage at those who disturbed it."
A weapon for those in dire need, Corran’s glove holds a nasty surprise.
The Bloody Bow (also known as the Bow of Blood) has a well… bloody past.
A tough alternative to the common Quiver.
Born half in legend, half in cold science, Lightning’s Voice is a carrier of divine wrath in an age without faith.
The wicked claw of the Hollow Woods, you would be wise to avoid their feared archers…
Bows, Arrows, Bolts, Braces and Quivers.
A loud crack broke the silence of the night. A piercing howl of pure agony followed, but was cut short after a moment by a low gurgle and a thump. Cedir smiled coyly, just another victim of the Tongue of Demons
One had best be careful before opening up one of these barrels…
The wizard and Thieves Guild member John Beltane wanted a portal that could be used to steal anything from anywhere. Instead he invented what in the right hands was a highly effective weapon, and in the wrong hands was a disaster just waiting to happen.
An item of legend, that may not even exist. But many still desire it, and many fear its possible use.
A magical arrow made by a evil group whose meeting place was in a dangerous old forest. They called themselves the “The Circle of Hell”. This group included members of varied skills and racial background but were dedicated to one thing, the summoning of hell’s highest mountain to our home plane…
What a narrow street! The bowed windows of the upper floors encroach on the view of the bowed windows opposite, making it all very dark and shady down here in your carriage. You feel it slow down and stop, and there are raised voices outside. Craning your neck out of the door you see a smug cartsman ahead, whose cart is blocking just enough of the narrow street to make your passage impossible. He appears to be waiting for you to move, but your driver is hurling abuse at him and your horses are getting restless...