Enclave & Trenches Weapons

Perhaps it was once a fine implement of combat used to protect the wilds, but countless battles and years gone by have dulled it. The previous owner seems to have re-purposed it as more of a ceremonial item.

A sword that has seen better days. Large and seemingly unwieldy in a single-handed grip, yet surprisingly easy to use despite its size. The weight it possesses is not a material one. As the Draconic runes binding it flare, the burden on one's soul becomes heavier. Beneath the caked soot and damage, barely visible inscriptions dance down the length of the blade. It seems impossible to hone and polish by any normal means, but has remained keen. As foes strike at you, the soot swirls about, causing their blows to err.

Much to the frustration of the priests, a desperate adventurer repurposed one of their offering plates amidts a battle. Due to the nature of Draconic offerings, it is able to withstand rather intense heat.

It seems a miracle that these heavy, pitted, crude arrows with a glow from within are able to fly, much less pierce a target. They are so hot to he touch that it seems as though all but the strongest bowstrings would be ruined if held drawn for more than a moment.

The head of this mace is crusted with soot, embers, and the cauterized evidence of its storied usage. Such is the renown of the brutal implement that its presence in battle gives rise to a furor in its wielder as their enemies are driven before them. Its presence, even when not wielded in battle, seems to repulse common folk. Chance on hit to singe your target and set them aflame. Proc chance increased with dexterity.

A decommissioned item of ceremony. It looks quite sturdy, so whoever bent it must have possessed great strength.

It looks heavy, and is even heavier than it looks. No one seems to believe that it was just an implement of the arcane. Whatever it was used for, it seems to have retained heat from it. Striking a foe with this weapon in close combat may knock both of you down.

It bares the marks of quality craftsmanship, but its exposure to extreme heat and dryness have caused it to splinter and peel in places.

A bizarre, aged rod that hums with magic. You feel fortified when wielding it, but holding it when storms are present probably isn't the greatest idea...

The mind sharpens, but the body becomes weak. The creator of this shield wasn't quite ready for this kind of enchantment.

A bit odd, but it makes for a serviceable weapon in a... pinch.

A bit odd, but it makes for a serviceable weapon in a... pinch.