These vestments are imbued with the power of a crystalline heart, once carried through an abandoned prison to its final resting place. It is exemplary of the wearer's tenacity in the face of darkness.
A symbol of cunning and patience, this garb carries power siphoned from a mysterious beast guarding the Forsaken Thicket. They seem to pulsate, albeit gently, when nearing a ley line.
This armor is worn only by those who helped defeat Xera and silence the White Mantle in the depths of the Forsaken Thicket. When it catches the sun just right, it is a beacon of hope in a cruel world.
Crafted from the finest silks, these vestments are a symbol not only of sheer strength but also quick-witted bravery and grit. They know their way around the streets of Khylo here and back again.
This garb is the perfect blend of lightweight and sturdy, ideal for the sneakiest saboteur. Their enemies may cry foul play, but I assure you, only those with a swift foot possess such finery.
This suit of armor is melded from the helms of the wearer's opponents, a reminder of the battles won. There's something bittersweet about the way it smells - like clashing swords and sweaty palms.
They needed to hold out a little longer—buy enough time for their partner to gain control of the cannon. They knew this dance all too well, and it was always exhilarating.
"This sturdy adventuring suit glows with Mist energy. When you wear it inside Obsidian Sanctum, sometimes you catch yourself longing for a forbidden reunion."
This powerful soldier's armor pulses with Mist energy. When you wear it on the upper floor of Stonemist Castle, sometimes your chest aches with pride and agony.