This long lost tome has a cover of smooth steel. On its surface a single glowing rune: Aphkwash - A Rune that translates as "Life". The tome whispers whenever someone comes close. The whispers are those of a soft, sensual male. It promises riches. It promises power. It promises eternal life.

Thirty l tattoos, some magical, some not, some of which are prized and desired, others of which are forced on those considered to be the lowest of the low, causing said people to be despised by right thinking society.

A synthetic liquid base common in the Cosmic Era

A two-handed shield weapon used for defense and offense.

The Gore-Queens of Necrohol of Vaecaem are known for their sense of style, heavy use of magic, and monstrous interests

Plastic Laser is a generic term for cheaply made, low power laser weapons. The term is derogatory. 

Some magic items for you highish level fantasy games

7 cold weather suits for the CE

The armoroid was the brainchild of Orren Stahl, a master armorer and roboticist of the New Hanseatic League

Functionally a Tobin Spear is a metered syringe on a long shaft

Bio-telemetrics are technological devices that provide a shortcut between a citizen's biometric monitor and their digital identity

The Mark 87 AHAB is one of the most frightening weapons to come from the end of the Petroleum Era, and the number of AHABs still in service, and to whom, is unknown

More commonly known as Hussars or Cavaliers, the Drone Bike is functionally a smart bike but much much worse.

"Tis but a scratch he said. But next we looked over, ole Hallen was nothing but a mound of green!"

A sword with an invisible blade 

Created to repay a friend who lost a limb, Artimegens created a way for them to use a glove to replace it.  In a very short time, this has changed from a single piece to a boon to everyone who has lost a limb.  It has become a common enchantment in all grimoires. Atimegens has become a mage for The Annuals, with a named enchantment.

The cosmetic and aesthetic non-combat power armor suits of the corporate elite

A gift from the Scaly ones.

A finely wrought headpiece, a silver headband of thin wires, woven in a pattern reminiscent of the haze, with a peculiarly cut gem set to be worn in the center of the forehead. It shimmers in the light, somehow catching any glimmer on the wrong facets, and the magic it radiates feels so very far away - as does one's thoughts when it is worn, as if all the world was refracted through that odd gem. But are they all the wearer's thoughts that come to mind, from so very far away?