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This cloak almost appears to be made of smoke, weighing next to nothing on your body. Its colour seems to shift to match the shadows around it, while also being near-impenetrable. You have no idea who could have crafted such a garment, or whether it is even made of this world... you are not sure if you even care. The night brings many terrors, whichever goddess you serve.

Ornately decorated, these twin hand-crafted axes bear the dents and chips of many a battle. Symbols of an ancient tribe adorn the top of the blood-soaked, diamond-tipped, convex blades, dictating the story of how the ancient elder gods guided the mythic chieftain general to the diamond rocks and rich iron ore deposits that would bring his berserker tribe victory. Despite their relatively small size, the axes are deceptively heavy, designed to smash through even the strongest of armour when violently swung, and the blood on the blades only fuels your adrenaline and insatiable bloodlust.

It is clear from the moment you see them that these bracers are not of this world, a shimmering cobalt blue atop a platinum underlay that shines with a sheen of impossible splendour. Free of the shackles that define mortal limitation, the latent telekinetic energies of the wearer are channelled to levels uncharted, but such promised power can only be harnessed by a wizard strong enough to ascend to a higher state of being without losing their individual self. Any spell-caster bearing these bracers is sure to be nothing shy of Legendary.

A full-length black robe, it at first does not appear to be the garb of a priest, but that is because it isnt... its the attire of something greater. Along with a red facsia and an optional red zucchetto, it radiates a very strong presence of holy power. Reserved for the highest order of disciples, the Cassock of the Conclave is a truly dominating vestment worthy of respect, and a lot more to the shepherd who has earnt the right to wear it.

Part natural, part artificial, part deception... the head of an abnormally large wolf wraps snugly around a comfortable metallic shell, the eyes staring, fangs glistening and fur bristling as if it were still alive. The children of Gaea know too well to stay clear of the hunter who sports the Mask of the Wild, for the wolf within brings their predatory spirit to the fray.

These boots have been hand-crafted out of the finest of seal hides, providing increased protection yet being as soft as silk. Extremely smooth to the touch, they reduce much of the friction and the noise of each step tremendously. Successful predators depend on their agility, and these boots are the epitome of hunting footwear to allow a hunter of legend to move effortlessly in pure silence

Bands of gold, mithril and tantalum twirl around each other in a plait of harmony, stripes of blue, silver and yellow glowing softly in the candle-light, meeting to surround a bezel of osmium where a regal amethyst sits snugly and proudly, shimmering most fluidically. The melodic meeting of metals so rare might construe the immense value of this ring, but the immense strength of the ring not even the noble metals can explain. Who will be so worthy as to wear this prized ring?

Two beautiful long ponytail clasps of a gold and mithril alloy that shine more brilliantly than the sun itself, a symbol of unyielding power and grace, while their simplicity also reflect the status and method of the unstoppable barbarian overlord, the purity of spartan savagery