These bracers are made to defend against both swords and sorcery.

Time and practice would persuade the Anti-Mage against such a heavy garment, yet its use in combat has not diminished.

"No business but war. No family but death. No mercy but the grave!"

A heavy bow of Pincher Iron, mined by the Drow deep beneath the earth.

Light plate greaves decorated with sharp crystal spikes. These are designed to provide protection without inhibiting movement.

It is ever the warrior's charge to keep anger in check. In the heat of battle, however, controlling emotions are the least of one's concerns.

This is merely a bracer of fur. It has no particular aspect of interest and offers no magical protections. Still, it bears a great name and in so doing illustrates the hollowness of baseless pride.

Courage may be born of a fearless demeanor or a masterful blade-arm. For those who lack these things, there is always the bottle and the jug.

The gargoyles and spirit-watchers of the Kuur-Ishiminari craft-clan bear witness to deeds both glorious and profane with never closing eyes of jade.

Off the coast near the village of Pole are fish large enough to eat a man in a single bite. Against such a beast, a spear simply will not do.

This heirloom is old and cracked, yet for Azwraith it smells of home.

"Ah, flesh meat!"

Tangled in the links of Pudge's chains, a reminder of the shackles that bind us to life--and how easily Pudge may break them.

"You don't get this good at butchery without spending a bit of time on a farm."

What it may lack in weight, it makes up for in finesse.

The Flameguard wear capes as blue as the Holy Flame they are sworn to protect. On the back is their sigil: a circle representing the Inner Colannade with an inscribed triangle symbolizing the Flame itself.

Here we have a weapon truly worthy of a man such as Kunkka. Exotic and well-balanced, this cutlass cuts an image as smartly as it cuts a man.

Even the Captain must at times join his crew in the daily work aboard the ship.

A fine pair of leather shoes with rubber soles, for when the Captain must work his charms on land.

In waters as treacherous as those that surround the Trembling Isle, it is inevitable that even the most skilled captain sustain injury.

A weathered, hooked harpoon and heirloom of Kunkka's line.

A necklace of rare leviathan's teeth.

Few facets of the utter foul wander the land unbidden. To claim such a skin is to declare primacy over the inferno.

There might still be a little meat on it. But probably not.

Nobody is certain whether this display means the Tidehunter is angry or in heat. Either way, none have survived to ask.

The life essence of a sacrificial totem beast imbues this ritual staff.

A mask crafted from the polished bones of a cruel Prefecturan noble. The Witch Doctor wears this mask when he wants influential spirits to take notice of his work.

The skulls of the Witch Doctor's tribal ancestors adorn this belt.

Spirits are afraid of snakes, too.

The Instagib 'Optimal Shooting Platform' is a highly tuned, perfectly balanced brain liquification device.

Able to see a tic on a mouse's back at a thousand paces, Sniper's Spottin' Goggles are a marvel to behold.

Sniper is an expert marksman. Now he has the medals to prove it!

Rule number one, always come prepared!

Simple, elegant, ripped from a corpse. The scap of banner taken from a Vigil Knight now makes a fine cape for a Keen.

For turning pages that wish not to be turned, the Archivist's bracers have been imbued with persuasive powers.

The severed jaw of the undead dragon Ambinderath. The dragon once opposed the Skeleton King's eastern expansion.

Returning from death, Krobelus often found wisps and remnants of desperate souls clinging to her shoulders.

One of only a dozen swords in existence known to have slain more than one dragon.

Said to be forged from the iron that once chained the last of the great Drakinds, this helm is most coveted among dragon slayers.

Dowager Queen Tansis XII called upon a brave dragon slayer to ambush Uldorak upon her son's crowning day. Expecting no plots from the cowed people of Candoness, Uldorak was caught by surprise and slain.

Upon this pauldron the crest horns of the Time-Dragon Uldorak are mounted.

A Candral-Flower plucked from the heart of the Endless Copse.

Hung about the neck and worn during festive events, the garland is a universal symbol of friendship, peace, and good tidings.

A glorious cape sewn by a hundred monks in honor of the Omniscient.

Owning the weapon of a Qaldin Assassin is a mark of success that few hunters ever achieve.

Spending time on the trail is bound to take its toll sooner or later.

There is more to catching prey than merely stalking them through the woods.

Few hunters ever make contact with a Qaldin Assassin. Fewer still are able to commission a blade from them.

The trailing cloth obscures the assassin's form and, in a pinch, can be used to thwart enemy blades.

By the time Gondar was finished, little else remained of the Crimson Cut-throat's armor.

To kill a ravager is a sacred rite for the ursa, and every piece of the carcass must be put to use.

The quills of a ravager are threaded throughout the fur to create a trap for any would-be predator.

Keeping a pan handy will let you make noise and scare off the wildlife, or cook them if you're lucky.

It can get rainy up in Riftshadow. Best bring along a hat if you want to keep your head dry.

With five Meepos you've got quite the band.

They're not fancy, but they keep the hands warm.

In Dark Reef Prison, Slark kept too low a profile to ever be called a trendsetter. He figured nobody noticed his radical look. But as soon as he had broken out, the remaining inmates began to imitate this finny style.

Encorselled by Elder Greyhoofs at the Clanfounding, a single note from this horn can call forth the great hordes of Druud to do battle at the end of all times. Bradwarden the Warrunner and vanguard of the Druud clans protects the horn and will, at the appointed hour, summon his brothers and sisters to make a final apocalyptic war.

Captain Matey's Scurrrrvy play-by-play

Replaces the default killing spree announcer with the smooth worldly tones of Bastion's narrator, also known as Rucks.

Don't let its metal form deceive you: this contraption is more magic than machine. Fashioned by the Mad Mage Morok who was far too lazy to carry his own spell books and far too cheap to retain hirlings.

This mascot of the powerful Pyrexae has two heads with which to scout for trouble!