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

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

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.

Brutality defined many of the early weapons used by the Anti-Mage.

Brutality defined many of the early weapons used by the Anti-Mage.

The elements used in this mask's construction are able to deflect most spells, just as its shape may divert a blade.

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

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

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.

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.

A blood spattered and heavily notched blade. It has seen much use.

"Don't worry, precious Axe. Blink Dagger does not come to chop."

Armor crafted from the rubble of a conquered civilization.

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.

The other blade was just for show.

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

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

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

A cruelly twisted hook. Perfect for draining blood from an unexpecting victim.

The beasts that wander the drylands are fierce, but no few are match for the Bonehunters.

The Bonehunters adhere to the ways of a time before weapons could be forged from steel.

The Flayed Ones cannot be destroyed nor can they be banished to some outer realm. Only through endless bloodshed can they be placated and their wrath stayed.

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

Among the shrouded reaches of Xhacatocatl hunt terrible beasts, fanged and feathered. It is after the fashion of these stalkers that the Bloodseeker has been molded.

Adorned in tusks of great beasts slain in the high peaks of Xhacatocatl, the priests of the Flayed Twins seek blood to keep their greedy gods appeased.

The prized spine of a red drake provides this heavy blade with an excellent counter-balance.

The prized spine of a red drake provides this heavy blade with an excellent counter-balance.

An exceptionally sharp war-blade.

With the right wind behind it, even the Blueheart Glacier itself can be made to travel.

Sometimes a little push is all you need.

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

Twin-frost orbs charge this bow with arcane energy.

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.

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

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

"And why shouldn't I?" Drow has been heard to say, to absolutely no one.

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

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.

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.

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.

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.

Bracers crafted from the fine bone of some alien beast.

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

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.

The greatest warrior stands between Ivory and Ebony, lending sword and hand but not heart or mind.

"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."

To wield a blade without a guard is to commit one's self to perfecting the art of combat. Make but a single mistake, the slightest miscalculation, and life becomes forfeit.

An artistic weapon, curved and elegant. When held within a powerfully gloved hand it burns with a desire to bring metal to mortal men!

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.

Show your enemy your respect for their honorable deaths.

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

Carved entirely from the ivory heart of the long extinct corodont.

Although unknown to the land-based historians of terrestrial empires, the mythologies of sea-dwelling creatures oft look to the moon and stars for wisdom and guidance.

Direstone is not a substance to be worn lightly. When Morphling dons these bracers, he means business.

As the wave of Morphling crests, surging into battle, these Direstone crests come along for the ride.

Much like Morphling, the Direstone fell to earth. It is his pride to raise it high once again in this glorious crown.

Much like Morphling, the Direstone fell to earth. It is his pride to raise it high once again in this glorious crown.

What smith dared forge these Direstone pauldrons, we may never know. But Morphling wears them with pride.

What smith dared forge these Direstone pauldrons, we may never know. But Morphling wears them with pride.

What smith dared forge these Direstone pauldrons, we may never know. But Morphling wears them with pride.

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

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

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.

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.

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

Built to strike into the core of an adversary, and tear it apart when withdrawn.

As the peregrine flies, so too shall this blade.

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

A spear forged from magical alloys that hone the mind and diffuse the soul.

Nine lances were left on the field for the nine royal guardsmen slain in the final battle against the Dread Magus.

To wield such a prized spear, one must have courage and ferocity befitting the honors of the Golden Mane.

An ancient weapon from an unknown craftsman, it was said to have been forged for he whom destiny calls worthy. Each swing heralds another step toward a new age.

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

Never give a meal the chance to be late for dinner.

"Ah, flesh meat!"

A few quick turns under Pudge's Tenderizer, and even the toughest foe goes down like butter.

The fragmented souls of tormented gods dwell within the blade's obsidian form.

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.

When Sven stands his ground, this blade stands with him.

Beyond reproach and unwavering in their devotion, the Flameguard stand as living avatars of Knightly Duty. This variation is the armor of a Flameguard commander.

Sven seemed overcome with nostalgia at the sight of this sword, though he would not say why.

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

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.

The name of the ancient kingdom that fell to this terrible blade has long been forgotten to history. The blade itself, however, seems impossible to lose track of.

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.

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

A single edged blade perfect for quickly removing heads. Or legs. Or arms.

It is said that to hold the Ruling Sword is to conquer one's destiny.

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.

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

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

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

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

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

Few men could lift a blade so mighty.

Few men could lift a blade so mighty.

Infused with strength glacial ice, Tiny has the power to scour his enemies from the battlefield.

Once thought to be a mythical beast, Windrunner slew the elusive, green oyoloe, and made a bow from its antlers.

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

Having a bad hair day? No problem. This snappy little markswoman's cap is stylish for all occasions.

Strong, but light as a feather, this bow of the sparrowhawk will fly your arrows true to their targets.

In addition to being stylish, this cape of the sparrowhawk manages the trick of also being camouflaging, provided that you're standing next to a flock of sparrowhawks.

It takes a spectacular hood to tame your fiery red hair.

Proving that every part of the sparrowhawk can be turned into a stylish item for Windrunner to wear, this quiver speaks to the utility of sparrowhawks as a species.

Tired of your shoulders being devoid of sparrowhawk feathers? Then this item is for you.

Named in honor of her lost village, this bow is a reminder of the destructive power of the wind.

Named after her village that was destroyed in a storm long ago, this cape is a reminder that wind can protect as well as destroy.

Named after her village that was destroyed in a storm long ago, this cape is a reminder that wind can protect as well as destroy.

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

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.

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.

Fine white gloves of silk. Noble clothing like this serves to set the Captain above his crew and to also motivate them with the promise of hard-earned wealth.

Show them that you are a man of privledge.

A necklace of rare leviathan's teeth.

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

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

An exceptional specimen, surely the Captain's first pick of the loot. The hilt is dressed in worked gold and exotic stones. The blade blessed with a strangely glowing enchantment.

An exceptional specimen, surely the Captain's first pick of the loot. The hilt is dressed in worked gold and exotic stones. The blade blessed with a strangely glowing enchantment.

Many a storm has sluiced down upon these broad shoulders, now protected from the stormy seas by this stylish all-weather gear.

No mere clam-splitter, this. Kunkk wields a fine blade of strongest steel, able to pierce Kraken hide.

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

A shipmaster's fine bicorne.

A well crafted tricorne edged in gold.

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

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

A trident cursed by a host of sea gods and sealed within in the depths of the Coral Breach for thousands of years.

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

The darkest deeps hold many extinct skulls.

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

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

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

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!

The remains of a once terrible icon, now a symbol of the Tidehunter's power.

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

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

A rather oversized, stuffed squid plushie. He's cute and slimy and his name is Squiddles.

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

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

Little else remains of Kunkka's helmsman.

Little else remains of Kunkka's helmsman.

A mask crafted from the beak of the stormcrow.

Witch Doctor clearly has a thing for skulls.

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

Every generation has a seer to act as chronicler and teller of old tales. As each one dies, a small handful of their bones are preserved and placed in the drum so that their spirit might infuse the telling of old tales. Though the drum itself has been replaced many times, the oldest bones within are hundreds of years old.

None know whose bones line mantle's fringe. Every teller must ask unanswerable questions.

Spirits are afraid of snakes, too.

Spirits are afraid of snakes, too.

The shrunken skull of the warrior who killed the first Tale-Teller has found a special place of honor with all Tellers since.

The rich stories of the tribe are considered too sacred to be seen spoken by a mortal mouth.

The rich stories of the tribe are considered too sacred to be seen spoken by a mortal mouth.

When life is cheap, souls are currency.

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

Sange, one of the two legendary moonblades, is said to be unnaturally accurate and able to change to a form that best fits the fighting style of its owner. In the hands of Riki the weapon becomes a small dagger.

Yasha, one of two legendary moonblades, is said to take on a form that best matches its owner's chosen martial art. In the hands of Riki this weapon takes the blade of a small, well balanced dagger.

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.

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

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.

Brag 'Whistlecheeks' Sharpeye was once the finest gun in all the Knollen, able to knock the toes off a troll at one thousand feet. He left his favorite gun to his grandson in the hopes that one day young Kardel would continue to build its legend.

Brag 'Whistlecheeks' Sharpeye was once the finest gun in all the Knollen, able to knock the toes off a troll at one thousand feet. He left his favorite gun to his grandson in the hopes that one day young Kardel would continue to build its legend.

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

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

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

A helm plucked from the battlefield, after a glorious victory over Cosang riders in the Desert of Misrule.

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

The plagued dying threw themselves at Rotund'jere, offering their very souls for deliverance. He was only too happy to accept.

"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.

Upon the dial at its center lie markings which map the way to the realms beyond time.

Envious of Dark Seer's pointed skull, Faceless Void channels the fabric of the Rift to focus not only his intellect, but his entire "head."

Envious of Dark Seer's pointed skull, Faceless Void channels the fabric of the Rift to focus not only his intellect, but his entire "head."

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

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

The time-altering properties of chronite stabilizes the Faceless Void's presence in the material realm.

A symbol of power within the infinite halls of Claszureme.

The cudgel of the ageless, said to be the result of a millennia of craftsmanship compressed to the blink of an eye.

The runes upon the brow give vision beyond the flow of time.

Beyond time lie stones and crystals forever able to bestow incredible power. As these crystals leave their stasis, a growth that has never before known the temporal flow begins to take hold.

For a traveler from Claszureme, one's place in the flow of time is uncertain. These runes help ground the wearer within time's march.

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

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

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

Ostarion's servants presented him with this sword. The bones of fallen kings form the grip and hilt, while the blade is forged from the armor in which they died.

When Ostarion came to conquer, this blade was presented as a gift in hope of negotiating a peaceful surrender. It didn't work.

Most see being stabbed in the back as a hindrance, but for a few, it's an inspiration.

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.

No stories remain of the woman who taught Krobelus her skill, only heirlooms and rumor.

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

When she departed, Death's Bride left little to her young apprentice.

The Veiled Sisters pride themselves on having blades that can pierce anything.

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

The twinblade is designed to provide balance and flexibility in combat. The user can strike enemies quickly and at unexpected angles.

A gilded keepsake from her first assassination, this heirloom once graced the flowing locks of Queens. Now Templar Assassin wears it as reminder that no one is beyond her reach.

Armor made from the likeness of a fallen drake.

Achieving mastery against dragons is impossible without first achieving mastery of the self.

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

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

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

Successful dragon knights boast few scars. The ones that get hit rarely live long.

There is no edge so keen as the edge of a dragon slayer's sword.

There is no edge so keen as the edge of a dragon slayer's sword.

A dragon knight's shield is often more important than his sword. Dragons always strike first.

A cage of gold for your knight's gilded head.

The strength of a dragon knight lies not in his arm or sword, but in his heart.

A dragon knight is protected not by armor, but his faith.

Not the actual shoulders of a dragon, but a skilled artist's rendition of it.

When facing a dragon the edge of one's blade means less than the sharpness of one's mind.

When facing a dragon the edge of one's blade means less than the sharpness of one's mind.

Forged from the finest dragon's gold, these vambraces are a bargain at any price.

Forged from the finest dragon's gold, these vambraces are a bargain at any price.

Many years before his fateful encounter with the Eldwurm, the Dragon Knight battled with and slew the Time-Dragon Uldorak. The much relieved and newly crowned King Tansis XIII ordered this helm forged as a gift and reward.

Many years before his fateful encounter with the Eldwurm, the Dragon Knight battled with and slew the Time-Dragon Uldorak. The much relieved and newly crowned King Tansis XIII ordered this helm forged as a gift and reward.

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

Bound with rope and made of simple fabrics, this dress burns with Nothl strength.

Rumors have it that Leshrac once lost his tail, and after much searching and despair, an artificial appendage was attached. Perhaps this was the source of his bleak brand of wisdom.

This item changes the appearance of the treant warriors summoned by Nature's Call. Even the dreaded axe cannot hold their kind in check.

Wrapped in the power of the ancient woods.

"Below me trees unnumber'd rise, beautiful in various dyes; the gloomy pine, the poplar blue, the yellow beech, the sable-yew, the slender fir, that taper grows, the sturdy oak with broad-spread boughs..."

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

While lesser druids draw upon blood and mana to work their arts, Nature's Prophet taps directly the heart of Verodicia's wrathsome will.

Is there any beast more majestic than the mighty Gigas? Even Alces and Cameloides bow before it.

The men of the deep forest are not like their milk-fed cousins. Primal, driven by instinct and a will to survive, they call upon nature's pantheon and know nothing of gentle gods.

A set of horns worthy of a king.

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.

"Let those that would rule as Verdant Kings wear upon their brow horns sharpened with the wisdom of judgment and hang upon their chins a mighty symbol of their station."

Even for the Avatars of Immortals modesty is sometimes called for.

The runes inscribed upon these shoulders give the wearer the strength to carry the heaviest burden.

The runes inscribed upon these shoulders give the wearer the strength to carry the heaviest burden.

The secret name of the woods-goddess shines from this holy staff.

The secret name of the woods-goddess shines from this holy staff.

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

The prophet of Nature is not only a ward of the green things, but also of the myriad beasts and birds.

Who knew he could dance?

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

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

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

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

For a hundred years, a blind smeevil hammered and honed his masterpiece, until the great work was done. None shall see your face behind the iron mask of the Demon Guise.

For a hundred years, a blind smeevil hammered and honed his masterpiece, until the great work was done. None shall see your face behind the iron mask of the Demon Guise.

Made from the vertebrae of the fallen damned, this bow is crooked as the spine of any demon.

If you run out of arrows, you can always stab your enemies with this. It has more points than Leshrac has horns.

If you run out of arrows, you can always stab your enemies with this. It has more points than Leshrac has horns.

Lacking flesh, Clinkz adorns his skeletal hand with the claw of the Vandal. Forged by smeevils in ages long past, this iron claw is for many hapless victims the iron grip of death itself.

Lacking flesh, Clinkz adorns his skeletal hand with the claw of the Vandal. Forged by smeevils in ages long past, this iron claw is for many hapless victims the iron grip of death itself.

Tired of your clavicle being exposed to the world? Here is an enchanted armor designed to shield old bones from plight of combat.

Tired of your clavicle being exposed to the world? Here is an enchanted armor designed to shield old bones from plight of combat.

Omniknight wears such armaments proudly.

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

Armored only with your faith in the Omnicient...is not the way to go. Also, use real armor. Like this.

A Hierophant of the Omniscience must always guard against any threat.

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

Only those who are called in service to the Omniscient can wear a cape such as this.

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.

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

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 weapon capable of hammering the most unmalleable of unbelievers into shape.

A weapon capable of hammering the most unmalleable of unbelievers into shape.

A stylish and dramatic helm truly fitting a knight of the Omniscient.

A stylish and dramatic helm truly fitting a knight of the Omniscient.

A Hierophant of the Omniscience must always approach with head bowed.

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

The massive shoulders of Omniknight bear this armor well.

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.

If ever you doubt in the power of the Omniscient, this warhammer will renew your faith.

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

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

A helm of purest gold and sterling silver, created in honor of the Omniscient.

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.

'Ouch!'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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

Made from the smooth belly of an otherwise spiny ravager.

Made from the smooth belly of an otherwise spiny ravager.

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

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

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

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

The wayward spirits and wights lost between the planes soon become minerals to be mined and forged.

Most observers of Alchemy fail to realize the importance of personal defense against most observers of Alchemy.

While many wizards are jealous of the Invoker's unimaginable power, others are merely jealous of his peerless taste.

An archmagister must be the greatest at all things magical: spell-casting, scroll-reading, and costume-wearing.

The war-crest of the Burning Cabal. This identifies the invoker as a specialist in fire manipulation.

A crest that crackles with the arcane might of Wex.

Style and sorcery are said to go hand in hand.

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.

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.

To grip such a weapon is to maintain one's hold on reality.

From the World at the Rim, this staff is a weighty reminder of the howling void that waits for us all.

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

The druids of the Bear Clan were outcasts to society, simple nature dwellers and forest walkers. They had little coin or use for coin.

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.

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

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

To be at once a Magus, a duelist, and an aspiring politician requires a robe that is both stately and blast proof.

Few sorcerers can claim to own a shawl that appears as prestigious as it is fire resistant.

This armor comes from an age long forgotten, and it crackles with the ancient power of the stormrider.

When the new Nyx Assassin is chosen, he is sent to the Hidden Hive for confirmation. These claws connote completion of the Assassin's first assignment.

Some ask, why does a centaur need a belt? Those people usually die. Badly.

Many lives has this mighty flail ended. Many skulls has this mighty flail pulped.

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.

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

Silently surveying and plotting the theft of your mana, and your life.

Here's eyes in your ice!

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

A dog well equipped to follow its master into war. This beast has witnessed many terrible deeds and grand victories. It hides stoic judgment beneath a painted mask of fine birch.

Of all the creatures of the forest, the badger makes perhaps the finest courier. Fearless and quick, it bends its will to none save those who have earned its trust.

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

This item replaces the games' default killing spree announcer with the enthusiastic shouts of the traveling warrior, Juggernaut.

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

The terrors of battle hold many dark secrets.

Show your support for Absolute Legends by buying this Team Pennant! Equip it in the 'fan slot' of your Player Loadout to show other spectators who you're rooting for. Upgrade it to show you mean business! In addition, equipping a pennant makes you eligible for item drops while you spectate your team's matches live during the International 2012, and other tournaments Valve may designate in the future. AL pennants can be combined with other AL pennants to upgrade your Team Pennant fan level. The level of your Team Pennant will increase the total fan value of the team when you are spectating a Tournament match.

Show your support for Evil Geniuses by buying this Team Pennant! Equip it in the 'fan slot' of your Player Loadout to show other spectators who you're rooting for. Upgrade it to show you mean business! In addition, equipping a pennant makes you eligible for item drops while you spectate your team's matches live during the International 2012, and other tournaments Valve may designate in the future. EG pennants can be combined with other EG pennants to upgrade your Team Pennant fan level. The level of your Team Pennant will increase the total fan value of the team when you are spectating a Tournament match.

Show your support for Mousesports by buying this Team Pennant! Equip it in the 'fan slot' of your Player Loadout to show other spectators who you're rooting for. Upgrade it to show you mean business! In addition, equipping a pennant makes you eligible for item drops while you spectate your team's matches live during the International 2012, and other tournaments Valve may designate in the future. Mousesports pennants can be combined with other Mousesports pennants to upgrade your Team Pennant fan level. The level of your Team Pennant will increase the total fan value of the team when you are spectating a Tournament match.

Show your support for NaVi by buying this Team Pennant! Equip it in the 'fan slot' of your Player Loadout to show other spectators who you're rooting for. Upgrade it to show you mean business! In addition, equipping a pennant makes you eligible for item drops while you spectate your team's matches live during the International 2012, and other tournaments Valve may designate in the future. NaVi pennants can be combined with other NaVi pennants to upgrade your Team Pennant fan level. The level of your Team Pennant will increase the total fan value of the team when you are spectating a Tournament match.

Stumpy isn't very good in battle, but he's more than happy to haul around your loot and he's always there when you need him.

This trusty Yak bears a thrice-blessed Mask of Duty, as is requred of all those noble beasts who might serve in battle.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.