Civilizations may rise and mountains fall in the years between the ascension of one wyrm-kissed child and the birth of the next. Ignorant of their ancient ancestry, these wayward children must forge their own paths. Some answers may be found only in flame.
Bradwarden’s thunderous stomps reverberate into the pits of hell.
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Never give a meal the chance to be late for dinner.
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A Dreadwood staff engraved with hellish runes to confine a spirit from the Outer Hells inside it.
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The Warcog Warcog Electro Zapper Warcog Body Armor Warcog Trench Digger Warcog Metal Mask Warcog Blaster Shell
Sermon of the Frozen Apostle
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Much like Sven himself, a blade with a code of its own, which cares not what other swords may be doing.
The fragmented souls of tormented gods dwell within the blade’s obsidian form.
The fragmented souls of tormented gods dwell within the blade’s obsidian form.
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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.
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Though it weighs as much an entire suit of armor, this piece is actually the lightest piece among the arms of the Chiseled Guard.