An interesting little idea I came up with. Also my first attempt at a 100 Word Challenge.
One man's ultimate demise could prove another's treasure...Or curse.
Dentures, magic dentures.
Also known as the Equalizer.
When a situation calls for more than Soma, but less than Nerve Stapling, there's Lybrium
The perfect ring for those who seek to make the most dramatic of entrances.
Gotta have dat juice!
Golgotha, Shadowrunner and notorious Juicer
Two halberds that were made for each other.
A magic knife - when it hits a target, it can age them by centuries, and may de-age the user.
Not all armor is created the same, some is made from sterner stuff, others, not so much.
A moonsteel armlet set with diamonds
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
One day a a wind begins to blow out of the West. The next day it gets stronger. And stronger still the next few days. Eventually (and fortunately), the speed of the wind tops out at a steady fifty miles an hour, but continues to blow. Soon an entire kingdom is wondering why it's not abating. The weather mages deem it unnatural but can't seem to banish or control it. The priests of various faiths claim it's divine. The End-Of-Days crowd is having a field day with their predictions of doom. No one knows why the gale persists. When inquiring with neighboring kingdoms, it seems they too suffer from a persistent western mistral. Eventually the populace begins to adapt to living with a twenty four hour a day wind. Always from the West, and perpetual. What could be causing this? A raging Elemental king? a curse from the gods? an unearthed artifact? Or has Nature itself gone haywire?