This Rune Arm belonged to an intrepid House Cannith Artificer who once tried (and failed) to stop the Abbot's plans. No one knows where the knives it conjures come from, or where they go when they disappear, but there always seem to be more.

This piece of Armor, once belonging to the Archons, was scattered through time and space by Arraetrikos.

This piece of Armor, once belonging to the Archons, was scattered through time and space by Arraetrikos.

This piece of Armor, once belonging to the Archons, was scattered through time and space by Arraetrikos.

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

With this strange device attached to your arm, a whole world of new ideas is open to you. How did you never see the possibilities before?

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

Once worn by Escher in life, this robe confers surprisingly strong magical properties.

These wicked boots allow you to snare the legs of your opponents and pin them to the ground.

This piece was carved by an Archon lieutenant in memory of all those who have fallen on the Battlefield. A small part of their power resides within.

This stone quakes with the memory of a tailor forced to create coats for Strahd. Hundreds of them, but they were never right.

These silver gauntlets are partially melted, and envelop your hands and weapons. Do not eat.

This large, curved sword is a scimitar.

Dark and cold are the nights in Barovia. But the harsh wind through the trees makes a hollow tune, for those desperate enough to hear it.

Those who know themselves may change their hearts as easily as moving this blade from one hand to the other.

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.

This outfit, once belonging to the Archons, was scattered through time and space by Arraetrikos.

This outfit, once belonging to the Archons, was scattered through time and space by Arraetrikos.

I strike with steel and brewing storm.

Pull your enemies out of their own skin.