Not content with bringing destruction to wherever it came from, after being recovered from the mists, this hungry blade demands more.

The mists seem to have rendered this bone crossbow immune to the caustic acids that dwell within it.

A magical current runs end to end through this seemingly wooden staff.

The magic of a winter that seems unending is bound within this axe.

More than glass shatters from the sound of this hammer's strike.

Acid drips off the end of this implement, and off of the bolts it fires.

Engraved on the handle are a few words describing the sound of anguish its former bearer once made.

A clangorous crash is the telltale sound of this lost relic's strike.

Brimming with magic, these strips of cloth were once thought lost.

Lightning lashes out to those who betray the holder of this lost relic.

The burning acid coating the edge of this blade never seems to be exhausted.

Wounds left by its sharp edge begin feeling the effects of frostbite within seconds.

Among the relics found in the Mists were these handwraps, which manifested with incredible force.

Before being lost to the mists, this crossbow was once used to break a siege, raining bolts down on whole armies of attackers.

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When one holds this hammer in their hand, they can almost hear anguish through planes and time.

Touching the handle of this crossbow grants a shock, but then you become part of its great current.

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