Tel’Daedras

Once worn by a hero of legend, these bracers have been present for the downfall of countless mythical creatures, calamitous events, the formation and destruction of kingdoms, and perhaps even worlds. A legend so bold and broad as to become terrifying. So terrifying, that those who once recounted it with adoration, dared not invoke its name. Once the legend dared not be spoken of, like all things, it succumbed to time. Now, these bands are all that remain of the figure once adored by all, once feared by all, and now lost to time.

A mysterious branch that appears to retain life even though it was detached from an enormous tree that no one seems to know the true location of. At times, faint wisps and ghostly fireflies emerge from it and dance about for a moment.

Simple in appearance, the wearer is immediately informed that this headband is anything but mundane as both he mind and physical reflexes sharpen upon donning it. The enhancements however, seem to carry a price - whispers a bizarre tongue invade the mind.

Fistwraps blackened with soon and ash, and inscribed with draconic runes. Chance on hit to deal fire damage.

A silken wrap, branded with smoldering runes. [The regen on this item is a placeholder and is unlikely to be the final value.]

An ancient helm of immaculate craftsmanship, imbued with the speed, splendor and deftness of a draconic being.

Made from an incredible coarse material that causes sparks to fly and flames to be conjured with a snap of the fingers. [This item is intended to have a bonus to a specific damage type in the future.]

Crafted from a mysterious, dark colored wood and heavily braced with rune-etched dragon bone

These leather shoulder guards have been scribed with runes. With it donned, visions of the coming moments sometimes fill your mind.

The ancient links of this tunic are crusted with lichen and moss, as though it laid hidden in a forest for untold years. Despite the accumulated nature, each link is intact with a flawless surface that glimmers beneath it.

The cherished blade of the most devout knight, consumed by the fire, soot and madness. Beware the vengeful flames of the soul that reside within this otherworldly blade and make it writhe in your grip, for they care not if you are friend or foe. Your auto attacks have a chance to unleash a fiery arc.

Set in platinum, this dull green gemstone appears to have absorbed many forms of pestilence.

Due to a happy accident with the warding enchantment - mithril being a troublesome material to enchant and all - these already light looking mithril boots are even lighter than expected. Of course, any Artificer who was asked about such an accident, would state that it was entirely intentional.

A favored blade of martial and magic users. This one is ablaze with runes that attract and dampen magic. [This item will eventually come from crafting. Once crafting for this recipe is implemented, this version of the item will be removed from the loot table.]

The parchment is impossibly old — and impossibly fresh. The ink swirls of its own accord, the glyphs half-formed, as though a hand unseen is still writing. Faint warmth lingers, like breath on your palm.

Fragments of twisted dragon bone form this band that is etched with draconic runes.