Steel is the herald of dawn. Steel is the slayer of tyrants. Steel is the bringer of liberty. Steel shall prevail.

"It was as if, for a heartbeat, the world awoke, and lashed out in rage at those who disturbed it."

No, not a LOTR knock-off

the word Phthano- translates to 'prevent' and is the root of one of the most common enchantments in the wizarding world.

We need to gather the cam-droppers and bulldog gears off of number six, yes the wrecked number six. Then, with those pieces and the short drive off of number three we can put number four back into action.

Abelard von Richter

Mistakes were made, people will be held accountable

Keep your wits about you man, they are only bullets. Not like we have to brave the damned bird.

Col. Chapman at the Battle of Miner Hill

Kah-poong-ah
Ner-key-voot peeto-hung-i-tu-goot
Kigh-sa-geet
Kah-bloon-ah nowk?

A magical place of weapons and armour beyond mortal imagination

''You want to know why we have that big old granite statute of a catfish? Why son, that's old Kugamu. Everytime folks around here be wanting to get a good catch from the lake, we grab some maggots, pig shit and old beef gone bad. Then we mash it up all together and toss it into the lake for him to eat. He's partial to that, is old Kugamu. Bless his heart, he's never let us down even once''.

Thirteen souls the devil took
And thirteen sons back he sent
Lust, Greed, Gluttony
Perversion, Wrath, Envy
Pride, Vice, Blasphemy
Sloth, Misery, Catastrophe
And Malevolence

A traveling scholar, digging up the roots of totemos that he encounters.

The adventurer picked up the hilt, wondered where the blade was, and turned the handle with the hilt pointing towards his face. His screams of pain as the blade of steam cooked his face could be heard a long way away. He had just learned the hard way not to mishandle a Company Steamsword.

The Suit of Purity appears to be one designed for the heroic, but it masks it's true villanous nature. Anyone who wears it for long is bound to be slowly twisted to the Dark Side.

In the bleak midwinter frosty wind made moan, Earth stood hard as iron, Water like a stone; Snow had fallen, snow on snow, Snow on snow, In the bleak midwinter, Long ago.

Christina Rossetti
English poet (1830 - 1894)

Hammered from Stygian steel and inlaid with demonbone and bejeweled with demon jade and black diamonds, the blackest of blackguards are filled with lust and envy to possess this armor

This set of jet-black breastplate is suffused with the power of those long gone.

A Totemos is a spirit or little god strongly associated with a human group, organization, or urban location.

Rumored to be lurking in the dark jungles surrounding the exotic city of Zibaba, these elusive beasts have yet to be seen by anyone within living memory.

Set of steam-lined gloves with in-built warming circuit.