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You get the eerie feeling that the jewelsmith used more than alien metals to forge this circlet - something like ancient magic, or shards of a soul.

Designed for fun rather than function.

Though the name is an exaggeration (the fabled city's heat would burn the fabric black stitch by stitch), the sheer magnificence of this ensemble's appeal is not.

Made of tough, well-worn leather, these boots have survived years of use, and can survive many more.

Woven of heavy wool, this cloak is solid of make if somewhat stiff to wear.

Woven of heavy wool, this cloak is solid of make if somewhat stiff to wear.

Woven of heavy wool, this cloak is solid of make if somewhat stiff to wear.

For one to wear this heavy cloak woven of errant, unused gold, one's pockets must hang even heavier still.

One of the relics of Deep Duerra's rebellious children. The children found nothing of use in the vault and were discouraged. But in the morning the Vault Keykeeper's son, who admired the children, sought them out - and in his arms he brought a wealth of things, forged in shadow.

The fur is so blue as to be almost black. When mantled across your shoulders, the patterns on the cloak seem to shift and ripple.

A favourite among fleet-footed gish, this cloak allows the wearer to wield a foe's elemental mastery against them.

Wizards Otiluke and Bigby may be renowned as dignified members of the Circle of Eight, but on one occasion, as younger men, Bigby bet Otiluke that he couldn't suck thirteen litres of vodka out of a protection cloak like this one.

Bigby won.

Part of an outfit worn by the wizard Tenser when he was inducted into the organization of eminent wizards called the Circle of Eight.

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

One can hardly be called a lord if they aren't dressed as such. A cursory glance at Gortash's finery would reveal intricate garb - a closer look would reveal a maddening attention to even the most minute details of the filigree.

Upturning the hat and gazing into it, you get this slightly vertiginous feeling, as if you were looking into a cold, abandoned well with no discernible end.

Stylish without being altogether noteworthy, though the embroidery is actually very fine in certain lights.

Stylish without being altogether noteworthy, though the embroidery is actually very fine in certain lights.

Stylish without being altogether noteworthy, though the embroidery is actually very fine in certain lights.

As red as campfire flame.

This chunky copper ring is embedded with dark green stones.

This chunky copper ring is embedded with dark green stones.

Inlaid with semi precious stones, this ring looks expensive - at first glance.

Inlaid with semi precious stones, this ring looks expensive - at first glance.

Provocative light blooms from the engraved contours of this ring.

'Let your lips turn black as night/On this eve of frightful wights/Let your throat be filled with screams/Nearby looms the Raven Queen!' - A song of dark festivity

At camp, under the deep blue sky fading to indigo at the horizon, this shirt fits right in.

Battered by age and use, this once-fine helmet feels like a ghost of a bygone time.

Indents on the fingertips of these gloves are ringed with tiny meteorites, lined in a shimmering purple light rather than the rich red of astral flame.

Patterned as many knightly shields are in the modern era.

Though caked with mud and grime, the ring smells faintly of lavender. Remarkable, considering where it's been.

Slipping one's finger through this ring fills the senses with the waft of tombs, the urine-yellow smell of old bandages, images of dead spiders curled into husks, and the sensation of hot, slobbering breath at the nape of one's neck.

Though time has tarnished this armour's metal and cracked its leather, the black sheen of Shar's symbol shines eternal from its chestpiece.

With many broken and missing scales, the armour offers little in the way of protection.

The sting of fear at the encroachment of some hulking brute is lessened by these gloves. In fact, in such moments, they send rivulets of courage coursing through you.

Rudimentary teleportation sigils mark the palms of these gloves, like coiled snakes in a bath of pitch.

Scratched in places, scorched in others, and worn thin at the heel, these boots bear the indelible marks of experience.

The grip of darkness is a fear felt by many. The grip of a Dark Justiciar's Gauntlets is a sacred fear reserved for an unfortunate few.

The grip of darkness is a fear felt by many. The grip of a Dark Justiciar's Gauntlets is a sacred fear reserved for an unfortunate few.

Shar's aspect winds its way though the patterns and pauldrons of this half plate, and any light cast nearby seems to almost quiver away from it, afraid. For even the light knows that the clank of this armour is swiftly followed by the Dark Justiciar's silent blade.

Shar's aspect winds its way though the patterns and pauldrons of this half plate, and any light cast nearby seems to almost quiver away from it, afraid. For even the light knows that the clank of this armour is swiftly followed by the Dark Justiciar's silent blade.

Stamped with Shar's own sigil, this helm was worn by the Nightsinger's own crusaders. The darkness within seems deeper than night, somehow.

Adorned in a fanned coronet of speartip points, its mask fixed with stiff-lipped intent, this helmet evokes a frightful, almost alien aspect that gestures to Shar. For she is strange and terrible indeed.

Though well-preserved, the armour's gleam is somewhat muted - as if half-shadowed, even in brightest day.

Worn by Shar's most loyal zealots, the mere sight of it strikes fear in the heart of even the bravest of souls.

With a sharpened gemstone at its centre, this ring is capable of cutting the very flesh it decorates.

Flowing through your chest, threads of whiskey-like warmth - they spread and spread, and who could lay you low, you champion in hopeful hours?

A message stitched in gold lettering on the inside of the right-hand glove implies these were a birthday present.