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A rough combination of furs, leathers, and supple fabrics, made for a life outside civilisation.

A rough combination of furs, leathers, and supple fabrics, made for a life outside civilisation.

The bark motifs in this armour are like the boles of oak trees in a wood where the acorns slept long and grew proud.

Necklace the Gnoll Master gave Barnabus when she first met him.

A lute with the initials AC meticulously carved into the body

The green jewel set into this necklace's pendant is carved to resemble a cat's slivered pupil.

Bhaal, Lord of Murder, was forced to walk the world as a mortal man during a period of history called the Time of Troubles. He was more vulnerable than he had ever been. But Bhaal was cunning. He had contingencies in case he died.

When the Lord of Murder, Bhaal, was rendered mortal, he knew his days were numbered. His vile machinations had gained him many enemies. Those days ran out and Bhaal was indeed killed, not by a god, but by a man with hawkish features named Cyric.

A battered two-point hat that's seen the wear and tear of rebellion.

Revenge is best served. Hot or cold makes no difference.

'The thing that you poor sods simply cannot grasp is how effortless all this magical hootie-wootie castie-spellsie business is for me!’ - A very stupid sorcerer at a wizard academy ball.

A minimalist leather binding get-up that clings to the skin and creaks just the slightest bit when you move.

For some paladins, the iron-clad grip that an oath holds can be too much to bear. When these champions fail and falter, their hands that would guide turn cold, hard, and piercing.

Clad on the desiccated feet of a death knight, these boots have walked a long and terrible path. They strode through the tattered remains of their owner's oath. With every heavy footstep, they have sounded pure fear into the hearts of men.

To break one's oath is a dangerous game - it marks you as a faithless cur, an exile without a cause. The armour is tempered by an age of rocks, blades, and persecution turned against it - and is buffed by the immutable, unbindable will of its wearer.

Flowing like a horsetail, black as night.

The brutish thuggery of the Enforcer's position is summarized in this helmet's design.

Even though the embroidered velvet won't help against a sharp blade, wearing it fills you with self-assuredness.

No sooner does blood speck the armour than it's absorbed, as if sustaining something within.

Tiny specks of blood cover this amulet. They have pooled into the engravings on the back, spelling out the name 'Wulbren' in a grisly brown hue.

The garnet embedded in this tarnished ring has been lovingly polised - the band worn thin from use.

A minimalist leather binding get-up that clings to the skin and creaks just the slightest bit when you move.

Armour designed for the aerodynamic leaping and striking and general screaming of your standard barbarian.

Sharp juts and knobbly nodules of bone stud this armour, as if something ancient sank its teeth deep into the leather and they got stuck there.

These gloves were soaked in the marrow of a Dragon Turtle, its bones broken and their fluid drained in sloppy chunks into vats.

The tibia of a storm giant was ground and chiselled and reworked till it became this helm. The wearer can actually smell summer tempest clouds like maroon-dark dread while wearing the helm.

Sturdy and well-worn, these boots make a snug fit on any wearer.

Practical jokes with these boots often involve all your stuff being stolen by opportunistic cousins.

Fizzling barbs of enchantment magic crackle from the laces of these boots.

Tiny bells are sewn into the boots' cuffs. They jingle subtly with every step.

Toughened metal boots, highly insulated with heavy leather and padding for use in any and all elements.

The soles of these boots warp and shift like warm clay manipulated by an unseen sculptor's hands.

When not atop their dragons, gith are not particularly air-worthy. This is probably for the best. The imposition of downward gravity tends to put most people in a mood.

Featherlaced and flexible of sole, these boots have been used to round up - and outrun - many a foe.

Peals of thunder rumble at the back of your skull with every step taken in these boots.

The metal of these greaves is comfortably warm against your shins, as though heated by your mere presence.

During a hilltop battle that soaked the slopes in gore, Kushigo's best friend Irishi was scalped before he could help her.
The enemy held up the bloody wig, and Kushigo fell upon one, and then another, until he had killed so many that they hung from his antlered shoulders like skewered effigies.

You can cast Misty Step, with the caveat that you will teleport leaving your clothes behind.

Delicate twists of magical iron - painstakingly gilded - have been fashioned into these fortifying vambraces.

A common ring, simple and unadorned. Though there is a certain heft to it...

What was life like before the mind flayers snatched you up? Road dust clots your boots, campfires roar up and diminish, faces swim by.

More and more that life distances itself like some other world. A dream world maybe, glimpsed now and again through a gauze.

Somewhere deep in the spongy grey matter and little jiggly bits that comprise the brain, the memory of the slimy tadpole slithering over your eyeball lingers...

Slightly tarnished, and opened with a mere flick of the thumb.

This standard-sized breastplate is lined with thick padding meant to cushion the wearer and deflect blows from assailants. The uniform squares of the padding suggest a mathematically-mind crafter.

This breastplate is crafted in the specialty style of a mysterious armourer in Amn known only as 'The Tailor.'

This garment's previous owner left a few minor personal effects in its inner breast pocket: a scrap of sassafrass, a short bit of thread, and half a peppermint.

Strapped and lined in an either piscine or arboteal motif, these sandals are perfect for a warm morning stroll.

A minimalist leather binding get-up that clings to the skin and creaks just the slightest bit when you move.

This wizardly hat has a little embroidered rabbit inside its lining - the rabbit is called snowball, and once he was lost, never to be found.