Beyond reproach and unwavering in their devotion, the Flameguard stand as living avatars of Knightly Duty.

This shuriken's blades are clean and sharp, a weapon fresh and ready.

When it fell to the depths and smashed a favorite coral bed, the Tidehunter swore to reunite the device with its owner.

When the Red Mist consumed the Thousand Tarns, the lakes turned red with the blood of the slain. Many demons masquerading as the lawmakers and priests of that doomed civilization were also destroyed, their blood mixing with that of the mortals they once ruled.

Heavy platemail forged in the blood of the Tarnsmen's dead gods.

Omniknight wears such armaments proudly.

For Omniknight, no show of loyalty is too great.

Intended as an trophy for the most stalwart of the order's crusaders, the great smiths ensured it would be just as impressive above a hearth as it would be in combat.

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.

This pauldron bears the cats-eye sigil of the Mono Militis sect and has been dressed with fine trim to show the elevated status of its owner.

Few would argue that keeping their thigh intact outweighs whatever discomfort this armor may cause.

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A heavy woolen cloak dyed black. It could make even Axe seem stealthy.

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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.

Endless arrows shall be pulled from the pouch over your shoulder. Enemies will quiver at the sight.

The aspect of the boar brings health, virility, and alacrity. The primal sign of four-seven-twelve.

The avatar of Nature's Wrath may take whatever form he pleases. Choosing sometimes to appear as tree, other times as predator, or when it suits him as prey.

"In the grip, the left hand must know Ardent Volition and the right hand must know Cultivated Grace. In this way the strike that follows bears both intentionality and respect. It is only the brute who strikes without these considerations."

Until the Tribal Wars, the Ursa clan never thought to cover themselves in armor. With the war now a distant memory, such arms are now considered more ceremonial than practical.

A bright scarf marked with the sigil of the Pangolin hunters' guild.

Used to open locked Treasure Chests.
Double click or right-click the key in your backpack and select the chest you want to open.

The petrified remnants of ancient souls still cling to Krobelus in a futile attempt to return to life.

Express your confidence to the enemy team. Surely nothing could possibly go wrong...<br><br>This taunt can be equipped as an action item and used with any hero.

A helm bearing the cyclopean visage of the Tarnsmen's demonic war god. It is said the Red Mist destroyed the god and took its symbols for their own.

When the Red Mist consumed the Thousand Tarns, the lakes turned red with the blood of the slain. Many demons masquerading as the lawmakers and priests of that doomed civilization were also destroyed, their blood mixing with that of the mortals they once ruled.

The Mono Militis are one of several sects among the Vigil Knights. Adherents have tasked themselves with hunting down those who have strayed from the teachings of the Vigil Codex.

A three section chained haft with double bladed axe head at the top. Nearly as dangerous to it's wielder as it is to the enemy.

Someone has taken the sail of a pirate ship and crudely sewn it into a mockery of a pirate's tricorn.

If your ineffable transdimensional power over chronology fails to stop your enemy, try hitting them in the head with this sturdy mace.

As the comet fell, the power of Morphling crested. Perfect for slicing through enemies as you shoulder them aside.

The coil along the staff allows the caster to embellish the course of whatever energies it may release.

The warriors of the Red Mist are not only superb fighters, but also master smiths. Each grunt is expected to craft his own sword and his own shield. Should his war tools fail him on the battlefield, the grunt has only his own hands to blame.

Written upon it a lost language are the words, "Kiss the axe."

An armlet scratched and scorched. It has shown heavy use at the forge.

The only day Axe declared defeat was the day he tried to forge a weapon with an axe.

Belched up from the hells beyond, the cursed Nightmare Blade is not of the mortal plane. Whosoever dares to swing the sword in combat will find their dreams haunted by all whom the blade has cut down.

A heavy woolen cloak dyed black. It could make even Axe seem stealthy.

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

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

"Let the carnage begin."

With the Army of Red Mist now a bloody heap, the Bloodmist Army rises to fill the void.

The latest tool in advanced marksmanship. Guns don't kill people; Sniper kills people.

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Belched up from the hells beyond, the cursed Nightmare Blade is not of the mortal plane. Whosoever dares to swing the sword in combat will find their dreams haunted by all whom the blade has cut down.

While not a member of the Sylvan Guard, Drow spies upon them in their marches, and occasionally admires their passing fashions.

It is said that in a moment of divine inspiration the Solar Goddess herself visited Lina to bless her with power, and grant her this gift.

"All Who Borrow Must Return" is the Archivist's slogan. Those who do not return what they borrow are soon visited by that which resides in this bag.

Prevents cranial intrusions by a particularly pernicious form of bookwyrm that skulks in the Ultimyr Archives.

Caring for a repository of singular, priceless, unreproducible volumes of wisdom and madness is a burden that, like this mantle, may be shouldered by only an Archivist of similarly singular power.

Resistant to mold, mildew, cobwebs, curses and other things which make perusing the Ultimyr Archives dangerous to even experienced browsers.

Demnok studied for years to construct the true name of the Watcher, hoping to bind a creature powerful enough to know and reveal the Ozkavosh tongue. Unfortunately, the Watcher lacks a tongue.

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

Certain tomes in the Ultimyr Archives have never seen the light of day, and never will. But their pages have seen this light many times.

The measured thud of this staff may be heard in the labyrinthine corridors of the Ultimyr Archives as often as these ominous words: "Now where did I put that book?"

The Flameguard sect of the Vigil Knights are sworn to protect the ever-burning Holy Flame. While few in number, they are unmatched in swordsmanship.

A rare but useful mutation. The spikes are actually malformed teeth that grew out of place, and well out of hand.

Flameguard armor is functional, but also highly ornate. From their stations among the Inner Colonnade the Flameguard make their watch over the Holy Flame.

"Ah, flesh meat!"

A heavily weighted sword fashioned in the two-handed style of the Flameguard sect of the Vigil Knights.

Few men could lift a blade so mighty.

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In the hands of one, the uses of this lance are few. In the hands of many, however...

Those whom the Anti-Mage hunts may be as skilled with a sword as they are with a spell, and so this collar was crafted to turn their blades aside.

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Occasionally a target will be well-armored against more conventional blades. Or they may be hiding behind a large door.

A Gauntlet as strong as faith itself, and as protective as the loving embrace of the Omniscient.

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The wings symbolize the soaring heights of the cliffs of Emauracus, where it is said that the Omniscience itself may bless the pious with holy visions.

After years of the frost stirring deep inside him it began to creep out, seeking to claim him as if it had a life of its own. Enchanted cloth on his arms are a last line of defense against the icy claws reaching towards Ethreain by the dangerous, otherworldly power within.

For those who doubt the Omniscient One's peaceful nature, one look at this weapon proves that doubt well deserved.

Wielding a bow made of ice requires a delicate hand, and a backup plan.

The shark said it couldn't be touched. Tidehunter disagreed.

A spear with three edges. It seems to reflect the light strangely.

Over time, the frost magic had birthed a powerful force within Ethreain. It began to florish and bloom, eventually maturing enough to manifest physically in the form of a dense crystal in his back. It continues to grow steadily and appears to reach, seeking to embrace the mage himself.

His ascension to a new throne and reign of ice deserved fitting attire - Ethreain reclaimed his tattered cloak from the previous life and imbued it with a darkened frost-bound undead aura.

Doom's power has shattered this blade.

Though it does not have the heft of the traditional rod, it lacks none of its potency.

Mastery of certain magics come with a price. As Ethreain honed his skill and grew stronger he encased his legs in ice and gathered shards to shield him. His sash helps to balance the frost within so that it does not consume him.

With this lantern Warlock peers into the shadows of death itself. Death shrinks from the light.

The ice mage's robes became the Lich's tattered shroud. Superstitious subjects hammered spikes of sacred metal as a warning into the dead mage's skull, none suspecting that upon his resurrection he would wear the device as a cursed crown of domination.

The Wildwing are fierce and territorial, but they more than tolerate Enchantress in their realms: They welcome her.

Rogue swordmasters must balance the need for protection with the need for speed. This pauldron protects Sven's leading shoulder, but leaves his back arm unencumbered.

This old gladiatorial helm serves Sven well as he travels the land in search of honor and gold.

These fine pantaloons show that Sven's travels have led him into gold as much as glory.

"Bitter the orphans journey--and lonely the orphan's grave."

Made from the finest crushed and reconstituted dragon-hardened shell, the Traveler's Jug has for generations been thought unbreakable. Now Brewmaster puts it to the test.

The charmed ropes that once bound him should have rotted away, but Lich has preserved them as reminder to all that no power in creation can hope to hold him.

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

More a prize than a weapon, this rapier was looted from some unfortunate prince's treasure ship as it navigated the Narrow Channel.

Fear not, this belt was crafted by Wildwing artisans from thousands of feathers plucked painlessly from living individuals; and not, as some have suggested, hacked from a dead Wildwing.

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.

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.

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.

Direstone is said to be lightweight and easy to counterbalance, making it perfect for a reaper.

A chest of magical items created by the community contributor Anuxi.

They sank Ethrain into the Black Pool with a weighted belt; but gravity has no pull on the Lich in his resurrected form. He wears the belt now as a mockery. And they say that all the warmth of his former heart resides in that pulsing flask, where he can keep a cold eye on it.

Drowned but not dead, deep in the Black Pool, the cold hatred in Lich's heart froze the water around him. These ice-shards, formed of evil, hold a hatred that will never melt.

The aspect of the high plains ram imbues its bearer with the endurance of mountains.

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.

Many wonder what horrors inspired the shape of this mask. Some believe it shows the back of some long-forgotten subterranean creature. Others say it is the face of a demon. Only Juggernaut knows for sure.

A gnarled chest formed of a dark, still-living wood. The lock glows with cursed runes.

Axe cares nothing for the great castles and mighty holds of his enemies. He shatters their stanchions and crumbles their columns, transforming the rubble into weapons of war.

In his gratitude, the sovereign of Yoskreth bid that fine robes be made for the warrior who had bested Sahsk's vile enchantments.

A chest that seems mildly poisonous to the touch. The contents are unknown.

This beautiful emrald cloak is embroidered with the ancient sidgel of the gilded falcon.

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 barding is lighter both in weight and in coloring, both necessary elements for survival in the dry wastes.

The shoulderguards reflect the heavenly light above as a beacon of salvation visible from leagues away.

A deep scratch shows at its center, a remnant of the only attack the original owner was able to deflect.

Adorned with the steel-like feathers of the Hlotl-beast, these gloves offer both protection and a benediction to Those That Ever-Thirst.

Forged in the fires that bubbled up from the sea on the night your homeland sank beneath the waves!

Use this item to increase the rate at which you earn Battle Points by 75% for 6 days. Additionally, you will grant other players a stacking 15% bonus to their Battle Points rate.

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.

Here we have Honor times twelve. As one might adorn a gloried warrior-king, each tusk a symbol of triumph.

A chest that seems mildly poisonous to the touch. The contents are unknown.

As if knowing the destiny that awaited it, the comet that once carried Morphling from the heavens produced from its own substance a pair of armlets that would one day fit its passenger perfectly.

The spikes on the wrist are said to sample the flow of time, while the runes report the findings to the wearer.

The fangs of this fierce blade bite deep into your foe's bared weapon!

"Ware the wanderer who walks with head held high, back unstooped, and arm held ready. The one that so boldly denies his disgrace has no such disgrace to deny! Surely that one is an assassin cloaked in contempt."

As luck would have it, this enchanted cudgel was just lying there in an exploding volcano Aggron happened to have stumbled in to.

If you ask Aggron, they won it in a dice game. If you ask its former owner, you'll get the silence of the grave.

A chest that seems mildly poisonous to the touch. The contents are unknown.

A vest made heavy and durable by materials said to repel the sorceric arts.

Among the myriad creatures of Verodicia's domain, the zebu and the aurochs stand as the most prideful.

Is that the eyes of the Crimson Wyvern that peer out from this ancient shield? I think it is.

Each nobleblood general of the Royal House of Ambry bore these pauldrons as a part of their formal wear.

The Bear Clan taught that every rising sun was a gift, and so appointed one among them to greet the dawn each day.

Even creatures of the twilight can scarcely see the wearer of this shawl.

A cloak no less concealing than the night's long shadows.

At the height of the ceremony of Qaz'hallaq, seven virtuous acolytes are stung to death with one swipe of this malevolent armored appendage.

Kunkka's ship cleaves the waves as easily as Finblade cleaves his enemies. Kunkka revels in the iridiscent play of light given off by dashing spray and liberated souls alike.

Of these 22 keys, one is the key to the final plane of existence.

To look past reality and view the vile powers beyond requires vision and clarity surpassing most mortal means.

Is it trying to hitch a ride? Is it trying to mate with his head? Does it think it can influence the Tidehunter's thoughts? Who knows!

Behold! This ritual adornment celebrates the flawless power of the Djinn who first poured the Sentient Sand into a suit of magical armor. Flawless and mighty, like the Djinn itself, a thorax for only the most sacred of occasions.

All the rites of Qaldin are done as dance, with each step prescribed and enacted in precise detail. A misstep can mean an age of misfortune. But Sand King has never put one crawler wrong.

As light as a feather to the weilder. The weight of a boulder to its target.

As light as a feather to the weilder. The weight of a boulder to its target.

Even the best swimmer may be caught unaware.

Someone has taken the sail of a pirate ship and crudely sewn it into a mockery of a pirate's tricorn.

A gigantic bracer made from bits of sail and tied with line.

The skull of an unfortunate sea captain adorns this rusty blade.

The sentient sands of the Scintillant Waste don this glorious headpiece for only their most sacred rites.

Incised with the luminous runes of Qezh, the upraised claws of the Scintillant Supplicant summon the full attention of the Djinn of Qaldin.

The braided nature of this hairstyle is said to symbolize one's tightly woven link to the ancestors.

When it fell to the depths and smashed a favorite coral bed, the Tidehunter swore to reunite the device with its owner.

What ancient beast once wore this? The Tidehunter cares not.

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

The great kraken tortoises are considered both a delicacy, and a worthy foe. Their shells are highly prized as shelter or armor.

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You will need a Treasure Key to open this chest. You can pick one up at the DOTA 2 Store. Each chest series comes with a different selection of possible loot.

You will need a Treasure Key to open this chest. You can pick one up at the DOTA 2 Store. Each chest series comes with a different selection of possible loot.

You will need a Treasure Key to open this chest. You can pick one up at the DOTA 2 Store. Each chest series comes with a different selection of possible loot.

A heavy chest of alien crystal. The lock is of an unknown design.

A chest of magical items created by the community contributor Anuxi.

At the edge of darkness, her warblade shimmers like a piece of dusk cut loose.

A chest that seems mildly poisonous to the touch. The contents are unknown.

Never bowed, never broken, Tinek will find the path to victory.

As wind and sand can wear down a mountain, so too this magical staff can wear down even the greatest foe.

A bridle of unbridled power!

The assassin's face is hidden, yet you can still feel through the shadows the power of her gaze.

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You will need a Treasure Key to open this chest. You can pick one up at the DOTA 2 Store. Each chest series comes with a different selection of possible loot.

You will need a Treasure Key to open this chest. You can pick one up at the DOTA 2 Store. Each chest series comes with a different selection of possible loot.

You will need a Treasure Key to open this chest. You can pick one up at the DOTA 2 Store. Each chest series comes with a different selection of possible loot.

Emblazoned with the Crepuscular Sigil, this crest draws darkness over its wearer.

With this jewel upon your brow, the future will be one of great victory.

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You will need a Treasure Key to open this chest. You can pick one up at the DOTA 2 Store. Each chest series comes with a different selection of possible loot.

You will need a Treasure Key to open this chest. You can pick one up at the DOTA 2 Store. Each chest series comes with a different selection of possible loot.

You will need a Treasure Key to open this chest. You can pick one up at the DOTA 2 Store. Each chest series comes with a different selection of possible loot.

You will need a Treasure Key to open this chest. You can pick one up at the DOTA 2 Store. Each chest series comes with a different selection of possible loot.

You will need a Treasure Key to open this chest. You can pick one up at the DOTA 2 Store. Each chest series comes with a different selection of possible loot.

You will need a Treasure Key to open this chest. You can pick one up at the DOTA 2 Store. Each chest series comes with a different selection of possible loot.

You will need a Treasure Key to open this chest. You can pick one up at the DOTA 2 Store. Each chest series comes with a different selection of possible loot.

A cape for all weather, this is a garment that any falconer would be proud to wear.

A chest that seems mildly poisonous to the touch. The contents are unknown.

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The added weight reminds the wearer of what he fights for, and the costs of failure.

Aggron says they found it just lying by the side of the road on a bandit they killed.

This item replaces the default announcer with punchy lines from Tusk.

Who knew he could dance?

Equip the item and bind a key to the 'Taunt Item' button to use.

Celebrate a critical push or an enemy team wipe with this spidery dance.

Equip the item and bind a key to the 'Taunt Item' button to use.

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

Spirits are afraid of snakes, too.

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A gnarled chest formed of a dark, still-living wood. The lock glows with cursed runes.

The stars themselves travel the skies in search of illumination.

Morphling proudly sports the polished and most dignified helm of Birot, who knows nothing of the dry surface world except what Morphling tells him.

The Duke of Levinthal, Elector of the Gleaming City, withstood Ostarion's besieging undead legions for many days before sallying forth to face the Immortal King in personal combat. This broken blade is the sole legacy of that ill-fated act of defiance.

Witch Doctor clearly has a thing for skulls.

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

A carefully crafted soul-trap, adorned with the skull of a previous victim.

As the comet fell, the power of Morphling crested. Perfect for slicing through enemies as you shoulder them aside.

As if knowing the destiny that awaited it, the comet that once carried Morphling from the heavens produced from its own substance a pair of armlets that would one day fit its passenger perfectly.

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

From darkness, the comet came carrying the wotery essence of Morphling. As it fell, a searing crown marked its encounter with the atmosphere. Morphling wears it now.

Perfect for sliding through the bars of a cell, for a silent shiv in the dark. Just don't ask where he hides it.

A carefully crafted soul-trap, adorned with the skull of a previous victim.

Plucked from the deeps of a still mountain pool, it was as if these pauldrons had waited an eternity to be discovered by the one fated to wear them.

Bracers that infuse the living waters with Radiant essence. When fighting for the Dire, Morphling wears them with purely ironic intent.

Morphling's terrifying charge is made all the more intimidating when he bristles with these stunning Radiant crests.

The promise of a Radiant crown was enough to draw from its path the frozen comet in which Morphling waited to take watery form.

'Thought it was time to try me out a new look. What you think?'

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

In a time long forgotten, a grateful king once gifted the Prophet these horns as thanks for aid of the forest.

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

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The added weight reminds the wearer of what he fights for, and the costs of failure.

They are as pristine as the day they were made, but do not be fooled into thinking they have never seen combat.

Those who don these fabrics must swear never to fall in battle, for it is considered a sin to defile such a garment with earth.

The inside is reinforced and padded to protect against heavy blows.

When your best tool is a hammer, the world (and the head of the heretic) begins to look like a nail.

Defy the Omniscient, and the price will be this blade on your neck. It is a heavy weapon, wielded with a heavy heart.

The go-to mallet for when your enemies absolutely, positively must be smited.

Use this item to increase the rate at which you earn Battle Points by 75% for 3 days. Additionally, you will grant other players a stacking 15% bonus to their Battle Points rate.

Omniknight wears his feelings on his sleeve. That and a blue bracer, which he'll use to smite his enemies in the name of the Omnicient.

Intended as an trophy for the most stalwart of the order's crusaders, the great smiths ensured it would be just as impressive above a hearth as it would be in combat.

A nameless weapon, wrapped in holy scripture taken from the Book of the All Seeing.

Use this item to increase the rate at which you earn Battle Points by 75% for 6 days. Additionally, you will grant other players a stacking 15% bonus to their Battle Points rate.

A Hierophant of the Omniscience must always feel the weight of responsibility upon his shoulders.

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.

The avatar of Nature's Wrath may take whatever form he pleases. Choosing sometimes to appear as tree, other times as predator, or when it suits him as prey.

Glory to her that brings the wind and upon it life's essence!

A coat of leaves, common amongst the Druids of Verodicia, worn now by Nature's own prophet.

Two sigils that bear the signs of an Elder Ecology.

Made from the scales of a drake's underbelly, this light and colorful armor is an honor to wear into battle.

A long cape designed in honor of all drakes who have died in battle.

Armor made from the likeness of a fallen drake.

A staff bearing an array of spectrolite mana focusing crystals set in gold.

A Sinorian gemstone caps this staff, providing a magical focus for nature's incantations.

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

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

Although forged from silver and jeweled with crimsonstone, this enchanted Shield of the Drake is no ornamental bauble to hefted at tourneys. It is the deepest kind of magic, and its bearer could find no better protection.

To the west lie the drylands, where the Bonehunters stalk. Their tribute to the Flayed Ones is small, but their ferocity is unmatched.

Adorned with the steel-like feathers of the Hlotl-beast, these gloves offer both protection and a benediction to Those That Ever-Thirst.

Dragonmaw is mighty even among the Named Swords. It's jagged teeth rip at even the strongest hides, laying bear the vulnerable flesh beneath.

A helm forged in the likeness of the ancient Crimson Wyvern.

Constructed from the scales of a fallen wyvern, this shoulder armor is a mark of distinction for any knight.

Is that the eyes of the Crimson Wyvern that peer out from this ancient shield? I think it is.

A ceremonial headgarb to honor the ferocity of a savage age.

In a savage age, before the Ursa earned the gift of speech, they communicated alliances and homelands through elaborately designed patterns and sigils.

A ceremonial covering honoring a savage time before the Ursa earned the gift of speech.

Protect your legs with the skirt of the Crimson Wyvern. You are manly enough to pull it off; you're a knight after all.

Made from the interlocking scales that sit above the wyvern's spine, this crimson bracer is a perfect fit for knight's forearm.

Only the fiercest hunter may lay claim to the skull of a spiked ravager.

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

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

Made from the smooth belly of an otherwise spiny ravager.

A sword made from the talons of a fallen wyvern.

A well worn hat adorned with a lucky feather and several blessed cholgar-teeth.

To the north of Ulfsaar's home-wood lies a nameless stretch of jagged, frozen peaks. On occaision the ursine people must range these mountains, culling the wild mountain beasts lest they grow and threaten the sleeping cubs.

Wraps to keep a bear's paws warm, but claws free to rend and hew.

Lightweight pants designed to preserve the wearer's agility more than his hide.

A relic of the Tribal Wars, this cap is said to have belonged to a powerful chieftain.

During the Tribal Wars, the etching on the shoulders was used to mark one's homeland and clan should the wearer fall in battle.

Until the Tribal Wars, the Ursa clan never thought to cover themselves in armor. With the war now a distant memory, such arms are now considered more ceremonial than practical.

It is rare to find such a useful relic from the Tribal Wars still intact.

If your ineffable transdimensional power over chronology fails to stop your enemy, try hitting them in the head with this sturdy mace.

It has often been said that Lina's hair was touched by fire, though few know the truth of this claim. In Lina's youth, as her natural talents first began to smoke and smolder it was her fiery hair that told the tale of the storm to come. With time and training, her skill and control of the flame was enough to suppress the searing display. Yet on occasion, when her ire grows and tempers flare, the full measure of Lina's burning spirit threatens to unleash its wrath.

As the Anti-Mage grew in power and prestige, the sovereign of Yoskreth sought his services to topple the fearsome sorcerer Sahsk.

The fashions of Yoskreth are not common in much of the rest of the world.

The sovereign of Yoskreth insisted that their champion be given the finest guard they could forge.

With the defeat of Sahsk, the sovereign of Yoskreth granted the Anti-Mage tools befitting one of such power and skill.

With the defeat of Sahsk, the sovereign of Yoskreth granted the Anti-Mage tools befitting one of such power and skill.

Fine cloth is combined with the silvered metals that make up the royal patterns of Yoskreth.

Six and sixty times his wings were branded, but now they are seated within a chrysalis of finest armor.

He that burns carries all the weight of the Apocalypse upon his mighty shoulders.

Doom's loins are girded in thickest demonhide and steel.

He that burns now wears bracers is forged in the cauldron of deepest hell.

A stygian tail of finest demon armor, forged in the fifth of the seven hells.

A cursed blade forged to slice through the membrane that separates the seven hells.

A shuriken made to be deadly regardless of how it makes contact.

Good for crops. Great for heads.

A blade need not be made for combat to be useful in war.

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

In the bounty hunting business, a little intimidation can go a long way.

This shuriken's blades are clean and sharp, a weapon fresh and ready.

A curved scythe, used to capture men or cut them down like so much wheat.

An already heavy blade, made even heavier by the weighted ring looped through the top. This is not a weapon for finesse, but for taking the enemy's head in a single strike.

The cloth is treated with oils and wax to stave off enemy poisons.

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

Built to deflect enemy weapons, the shoulder plates are carefully tailored to the wearer.

The blade end and grip are carefully balanced to sail through the air accurately, and with ease.

Designed to catch and hold the target, no matter which point is used.

The forked tip allows the wielder to pry back any armor the target may be wearing.

A bright scarf marked with the sigil of the Pangolin hunters' guild.

This shelled carapace armor is meant to offer both protection and camouflage.

'Ouch!'

None would say that Gondar the Bounty Hunter does not take pleasure in his work.

Gold is only one reason why Gondar hunts.

It's not uncommon for bandits to wear leather gorgets to protect their throats from the knives of their 'allies.'

One might think that the bounty hunter thinks nothing of his victim. On the contrary, the bounty hunter understands his target's pain and fear. He simply does not care.

The value of a contract is measured not only in the bounty paid, but in the loot taken from the mark's cold corpse.

In an age when fear surrounded sorcery, tales told of an oppressive wizard capable of limitless destruction.

Style and sorcery are said to go hand in hand.

To the Invoker, those without the gifts of magic are insects to be ignored or destroyed. For at time, his ferocity was such that the magical arts were treated with superstition and fear by all.

Those who practiced the magical arts are often feared for their power.

The Invoker has little need for this hood's magical intellect boosting enchantments. He is already far more intelligent than you could possibly ever comprehend.

So often did Krobelus attempt to pass beyond the veil of death that those whose time had ended begged the chance with return her.

The petrified remnants of ancient souls still cling to Krobelus in a futile attempt to return to life.

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

Heavy is the head that wears the horns of the Apocalypse.

While not as sturdy as a proper dueling mask, this covering is better tuned to project words of power.

To have a hope of examining the darkened wilds undetected requires clothing fit for sublety.

Channeling the arcane and odd, the fearsome and strange, often requires implements both unexpected and unwieldy.

Beneath her secret glades, Drow found a passage lit by crystal shards. Following the glittering light to the farthest cavern, she discovered this bow, embedded in the rock as if it had formed there.

A playful crop of spikes that says 'I'm killing you and having fun doing it.' Includes a frost-tinged cloak to complete the image.

A cloak of scintillating frost.

Despite their size, these sharp ice-like crystals weigh almost nothing and so do not hinder the Drow Ranger's use of the bow.

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

A wicked bow bristling with crystalline spikes.

While not a member of the Sylvan Guard, Drow spies upon them in their marches, and occasionally admires their passing fashions.

Stealth is of utmost importance to those who number themselves among the Sylvan Guard. Even Drow finds this an acceptable cape for moving unseen through the wooded ways.

It must be admitted: Drow admires the Sylvan Guard. When from time to time she puts on their gear, and pretends to adopt their ways, she can hardly suppress her joy in having an excuse to don this stylish armor.

The archers of the Sylvan Guard shoot only arrows crafted specifically for their use. When Drow uses their gear, such arrows are de rigeur.

In her youth, Drow was tempted once or twice to throw over her lonely ways and join the Sylvan Guard. These cuffs were a large part of the attraction.

The guardians of the forest paths walk in perfect silence, betrayed not by their cunning footwear.

Drow has nothing to learn from the Sylvan Guard, but from time to time she relieves one of them of their bow, that she might test its quality. Even by her standards, this one is adjudged very fine.

A crystal of pure Quas energy. It is cold and heavy, radiating a magical aura of stubborn tenacity.

A crystal containing pure Exort energy. The crystal is hot to the touch and exudes a magical aura of gruesome brutality.

A crystal containing pure Wex energy. The surface of the shard is in constant motion, emitting a magical aura of spirited zeal.

This item replaces the games' default killing spree announcer with the drunken antics of a scurvy-ridden Pirate Captain.

Captain Matey's Scurrrrvy play-by-play

A crystal of pure Quas energy. It is cold and heavy, radiating a magical aura of stubborn tenacity.

A crystal containing pure Exort energy. The crystal is hot to the touch and exudes a magical aura of gruesome brutality.

A crystal containing pure Wex energy. The surface of the shard is in constant motion, emitting a magical aura of spirited zeal.

This item replaces the games' default killing spree announcer with the joyful exposition of Storm Spirit.

Team spirit!

A crystal of pure Quas energy. It is cold and heavy, radiating a magical aura of stubborn tenacity.

A crystal containing pure Exort energy. The crystal is hot to the touch and exudes a magical aura of gruesome brutality.

A crystal containing pure Wex energy. The surface of the shard is in constant motion, emitting a magical aura of spirited zeal.

This item replaces the default announcer with the sharp mind of science's Dr. Kleiner.

A special Death Prophet announcer pack, created for the 2012 Diretide event.

A crystal of pure Quas energy. It is cold and heavy, radiating a magical aura of stubborn tenacity.

A crystal containing pure Exort energy. The crystal is hot to the touch and exudes a magical aura of gruesome brutality.

A crystal containing pure Wex energy. The surface of the shard is in constant motion, emitting a magical aura of spirited zeal.

Replaces the default announcer with the euphemistic keen-eyed wisdom of Bastion's narrator, also known as Rucks.

This item replaces the default announcer with the double-edged wit of Axe.

A hard, scaled egg that seems to be alive and almost ready to hatch. It hungers for the magical energies contained in Diretide essences. What comes out will be determined by the type and amount of magic the egg consumes.

A crystal of pure Quas energy. It is cold and heavy, radiating a magical aura of stubborn tenacity.

A crystal containing pure Exort energy. The crystal is hot to the touch and exudes a magical aura of gruesome brutality.

A crystal containing pure Wex energy. The surface of the shard is in constant motion, emitting a magical aura of spirited zeal.

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

Replaces the default killing spree announcer with the resonant booms of AXE!

A hard, scaled egg that seems to be alive and almost ready to hatch. It hungers for the magical energies contained in Diretide essences. What comes out will be determined by the type and amount of magic the egg consumes.

A crystal of pure Quas energy. It is cold and heavy, radiating a magical aura of stubborn tenacity.

A crystal containing pure Exort energy. The crystal is hot to the touch and exudes a magical aura of gruesome brutality.

A strange beast infused with magic. Its color, appearance, and abilities are determined by the types of magical essences it was exposed to while still an egg.

A strange beast infused with magic. Its color, appearance, and abilities are determined by the types of magical essences it was exposed to while still an egg.

A strange beast infused with magic. Its color, appearance, and abilities are determined by the types of magical essences it was exposed to while still an egg.

A crystal of pure Quas energy. It is cold and heavy, radiating a magical aura of stubborn tenacity.

A strange beast infused with magic. Its color, appearance, and abilities are determined by the types of magical essences it was exposed to while still an egg.

A strange beast infused with magic. Its color, appearance, and abilities are determined by the types of magical essences it was exposed to while still an egg.

A strange beast infused with magic. Its color, appearance, and abilities are determined by the types of magical essences it was exposed to while still an egg.

A crystal of pure Quas energy. It is cold and heavy, radiating a magical aura of stubborn tenacity.

A reward for slaying a rare loot greevil.

A strange beast infused with magic. Its color, appearance, and abilities are determined by the types of magical essences it was exposed to while still an egg.

A strange beast infused with magic. Its color, appearance, and abilities are determined by the types of magical essences it was exposed to while still an egg.

A strange beast infused with magic. Its color, appearance, and abilities are determined by the types of magical essences it was exposed to while still an egg.

They say that lava, as it cools, dreams its final form. It's as if this obsidian in its infancy knew of Huskar's coming.

A shard from the fields of ebon glass that sealed the Petrified City of Saraddel.

"There is no sharper edge in nature," is a good thing to say if you wish to try your blade in a fight.

Such lethal pieces have no place outside the field of battle, which is why Huskar rarely takes them off.

The heat of volcanic forces, condensed and cooled, focused into a point, is a powerful symbol of Huskar's warrior nature.

When death is the price, one can never swing too many blades.

Very few display the talent necessary to join the Tahlin Watch.

As he fled his family's slaughter, Riki disguised himself with the armor of his royal watch in order to escape undetected.

As old as the Tahlin Dynasty itself, this dagger has loosed blood in both war and peacetime.

As old as the Tahlin Dynasty itself, this dagger has loosed blood in both war and peacetime.

The crest of the Tahlin Watch sits upon the brow.

The acolytes of the Solar Goddess said Lina's hair was "touched by the light", and so gifted her with trinkets made to reflect the warming love of the sun.

It is said that in a moment of divine inspiration the Solar Goddess herself visited Lina to bless her with power, and grant her this gift.

The heat of the eastern wastes is said to be extraordinary. One must dress appropriately.

During her training in the flame arts, Lina chose to travel east to study with the followers of the Solar Goddess.

A helm whose very symmetry foreshadows the dark power that Harbinger may summon to protect the inmost shells of creation from cold destructive forces beyond knowing.

Those who patrol the edge of the void must gird themselves in armor impregnable to evil's piercing rays.

As the threat from the outer dark mounts, the Harbinger intimidates these implacable forces with wings of strange power.

On the world at the rim grow a species of crystalline tree in whose branches visions of the future are tangled. From such a tree, Outworld Devourer fashioned this staff.

Hard as ice, but strong as steel, these bracers bring a chill to the heart of those who would oppose the maiden of the north.

This new item has no description.

This new item has no description.

Nights are cold in the contested lands, but for some, not cold enough. This frost-charmed cape keeps cold what the sun would warm.

Locked frozen in a glacier for a thousand years, this great staff was carved long ago in honor of the twin northern stars.

Gramma Sharpeye never touched a rifle in her life, but she rolled a fine cigar and packed a solid cartridge. Every fifth eve, after chores were done gramma would sit by the fire and puff her cigar and rock her chair and pack enough cartridges to serve the entire family's shooting. Wear her favorite smokin' rug on your back as a memento of those happy days.

Those of the Hazhadal Barrens know the dangers of wearing improper headgear in the desert wastes.

In penance for his transgressions Chen was made to don the arms of his new faith, and wander his former desert home seeking conversions.

A helm of great strength and beauty, this armor of the gilden falcon offers a special kind of security, protecting both the wearer's head and identity.

Like the angvols of old legends, these golden falcon wings speed Windrunner's flight into battle.

An ancient bow of oak and iron, gilded with the golden feathers of a sacred falcon.

As the diving bird of prey has talons, so the archer has arrows. And many are the arrows that can be held in the quiver of the gilded falcon.

Even in the dark of a moonless night, Mirana shall not fumble for an arrow when she carries the Nightsilver Quiver.

The moon's lustre fills these bracers, and fills Mirana with midnight power.

Just as the moon appears to greatest advantage in the darkest skies, Mirana's tresses shine most softly in the Nightsilver Woods.

Nothing moves more quietly, nothing strikes harder, than this feathered prowler of the Nightsilver Woods!

Draped in the dark magic of a fabric as sheer as the new moon's faintest rays, Mirana glides silently through the dark.

The defense of the Nightsilver Woods relies not only on the most skilled archer, but on the blessed bow she carries.

Bearing a gem that reflects the brightness of the Demon Star between the moon's horns, Mirana knows no fear.

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

To possess the power of a Demon Witch is to stand in defiance of powers seen and unseen.

The ring would scorch the very soul of the wearer were it not placed on a finger already beyond hope.

To harness the powers of the burning nether requires a symbol feared for its malice.

Serpent Clan long held to the traditions of the haruspex, and so foresaw the ruin and war that would visit the ancient clans.

Though doom and ruin they saw, the visions of the haruspex brought to Sylla a sense of destined calm. During mediations, he found his spiritual projections altered to appear less intimidating.

As Serpent Clan spread word of their coming doom, they granted their honored vestments to Sylla that he may remember their words.

The blade has seen the belly of many a beast so that knowledge may pour forth and forewarn those in need.

Upon the shoulder sits a coiled snake, wrought in gold. The seers of Serpent Clan often read the future in the entrails of their lowly kin.

It is unfortunate that a few rogue Wildkin must spoil the proud race's reputation, but when it is time to hunt those few rascals down, Enchantress bears a spear granted her by the wisest of the Wildwing race.

Enchantress passes unchallenged through Wildwing territories when she wears this headdress.

The Wildwings treasure their lost feathers, saving them to line the nests where they raise their young. It speaks of their deep respect for Enchantress that they gifted her these feathers for her bangles.