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 buckler's former owner carved short oaths of bravery above the arm straps.

This wooden shield is carved from strange wood of unknown origins.

A good soldier sometimes scraps a shield out of whatever's available.

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

This Docent, 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.

This piece of Armor, 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.

This outfit, 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.

This robe, 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.

Like lightning threaded between your fingertips.

While the enemy's attacks are many… they all stop here.