These boots are Kundarak-forged and useful for exploring (and infiltrating) secure spaces.

This armor is Kundarak-forged and useful for exploring (and infiltrating) secure spaces.

This great sword was forged inside the Vault of Night itself. The essence of Shadow has seeped into this sword granting it exceptional death-dealing abilities. So much, in fact, that the very act of actually wielding it would simply tear through the universe itself.

A curious implement of wrought iron that can be used as a weapon. The Lightning Coil crackles with electricity and arcane power.

This powerful armor is an ancient keepsake of the Mroranon Clan of the Ironroot Mountains.

This large, curved sword is a scimitar.

An unusual suit of Blue Dragonscale that wraps magical energy around it, offering the wearer a great deal of magical resistance. Unfortunately, it also hinders all spellcasting. Even Divine casters can have their spells fail while wearing this robe.

A cloak that manifested from an especially forbidden page from the University Library through unknown means. It now seeks purpose.

This ring is a potent facilitator of deceptions and falsehoods, but it is risky to use. Not only may the weak-minded be seduced by their own inventions, but the ring constantly suggests new and profitable lies to its wearer, often leading to addiction and ruin.

Wearing this, you feel like you can talk your way out of anything.

You hold in your hand the huge cloth napkin that was used by the Stormreaver in his final meal before the great cataclysm. You can’t tell if the red stains on its surface are of wine or blood, but it does seem that everything is so much easier to understand now.

This great sword was forged inside the Vault of Night itself. The essence of Shadow has seeped into this sword granting it exceptional death-dealing abilities.

The scales along this cloak tap each other as it billows, and the faint sound of music can be heard on the wind.

Comes with a free (abridged) cookbook. You can't read it.

The memory of the Balor's viscious claws, made manifest.

An unfinished design, Haywire was in the middle of perfecting this rune arm when his foundry exploded. It was meant to keep unruly constructs in line.

This weapon was a trophy of the giants' last victory, taken from the fallen captain of the rebel elves. When the dragons intervened and obliterated the Lost Empire, Treason was lost in the ashes.

Sound of body, sounder mind.

\qThe greatest offence is a rock solid defense.\q
- Hammerfist Ogrebane, Stalwart Defender