A witches ring.
The secret device behind the most feared corrosive substance to ever plague the mortal realms.
Produced by Indarista-Yaril, the Id.Y-11 Heavy tank, often called the Intimidator or the Irradiator, is one of the most feared vehicles on a battlefield
As soon as he had set his eyes upon The Sword of all Swords he knew it must be the perfect blade for him. And he would stop at nothing to possess it!
She was our first warship. By god we weren’t going to roll over and show those damned arrogant space bastards our bellies.
Arthur Eastmorland, retired Welder
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 type of silk given by a special type of larvae, much finer than conventional silk. Gowns woven from Moonsilk are not more alluring but can also give off musical sounds as breezes rustle over them.
The mark of Kronath’s ultimate favor, the Cloak of Dusk is held by her Hunter, her chosen avatar to hunt the living dead, and return them to her embrace.
A fragment of the mighty Blades of the Storm, reworked into an icon of faith and worship to the very god who once graced it with her touch.
A brutal type of footwear.
A collection of unconventional weapons
...and walking sticks, and crosiers, and goads, and scepters, but no wands!
28- Twin Lotus
Fandune screamed as the inmate’s hands locked around his neck. With quick thinking and a little luck he managed to mutter the right words and waggle his fingers perfectly for the curse. The inmates fingers bent back upon themselves and were rendered useless.
If you know books, you know what they can do with you.
The estate-sale and auction of one, Sulphonis Odom Von Zygilvein; composer, innnovator, madman, inventor. Celebrated musical genius.
When all else fails, break the twig…
"Hey, I actually enchanted something! Wow!"
"He’d look a lot more majestic up there if he weren’t wobbling all over the place!"
The Writer glimpsed it in his journeys through the various hells, but he paid no heed to it. His tale was about the afterlife and the punishments therein, not the arms and armor of the Darkness.
You come upon a ruined building in the back section of a city park (or other out of the way area of the city). The ruins are fairly overgrown. All that is really standing is a doorway and its frame. If you pass through the opened door, you travel to a different world. If the door closes, there may not be a doorway back to get you back.