The men cheered as their X1-gunner scored a direct hit on the mainsail of the ship that they were chasing. They drew their cutlasses and readied their C-47 Thaumatech rifles, for with a huge hole in the sail, the ship was forced to slow down and could not stay ahead of them for much longer.
A hilt built like a ceremonial goblet, and not the nice kind, a hideous blade of ash and flame erupt from the lip. To wield this blade is to forsake the Heavens and thrust the power of Hell into your foes.
Fiery doom in two handy barrels. Unsurpassed destructive power. Comes with a five shot warranty.
A primitive flame thrower, the Lance of Hades brings the power of flame to the Phalanx formation.
Fanaticism can be just as dangerous as fire. Spreading like fire, it could spark rebellion and could lead towards violence. As a way to curb devotion to the abstract, king Hareth of Garilroot asked his Mages to come up with a solution for those too invested in an ideal.
Prometheus was a Greek Titan. Possibly one of the most important Titans, as he stole fire from Zeus and gave it to the humans. This system was developed to resist those forces through technological means.
As the sun set, the holy monk of Jove muttered a word and the tip of his staff flared into flame like a torch, without being burned or scorched in any way by it's own holy fire. He carried on his way without fear of being sneaked up on or stepping off the path in the dark.
A key tool of the Necromancers of Light, the Soulbinder eases the difficulty of resurrection.
"See that one, with the burn scars and dark veins? Don't stick too close; he shoots fireblood before engagements. Keeps friends and foes alike at bay, it does."
The old soldier looked up with all three of his eyes. "I lost one of my eyes to a sword point, and they used a little too much Growjuice to heal it. Still, I'd rather have three eyes then only one."
Light Mech for close encounters of the "messy" kind.
Unpowered and unmanned, the gliders provide a graceful and silent means for delivering death. Once again the engineers found that you didn't need to reinvent the wheel. . .
A potion to cheat death... almost.
Even though I often didn't see my father for months at a time, I know he loved me as much as I love you, Son, and as he once said to me, 'I may not be the best father, but I will always send my prayers when you need them the most,' and that is what I intend to do for you. Remember this, even if you don't see me for a while and want to hate me, I love you.
Pelta'na'astal'i'ke'kisher - The Spear that Sundered the Stars
The spear of the Goddess Renga, who gave the gift of the Hunt to the Kel'Regar.
Argaiv Silaic, a wise, excentrical explorer and physician, once discovered the blue mushroom's secret, and had a chance to note what he found out.
Mean ingredients bring mean effects...
The Elves of Hielaepriaus grow plants for many different things, not the least of these is war.
The Staff of the Zythumancer can bring the most helpless alcoholic into the embrace of sobriety or turn a tetotaller into a useless drunk with a simple tap to the head.
T'was a great roar, milord, and the ground was rent and the horses took their bits in their teeth and there was much confusion. No magic could reach so far, and none of our magehounds scented wizards. We do not know the deviltry of the enemy, and for this we lost the battle.
During a public holiday in the small town of Wyrmbersch, the Mayor is accidentally killed by a statue which falls from the roof of the Town Hall. As shocked spectators crowd around the body, they discover that the Mayor, at the moment of death, shape-shifted into a squat, stunted humanoid figure, it's grey skin dominated by bony ridges and lumps. How long was the Mayor an imposter? And who else in the town isn't what they seem to be?