Armor

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• Groveguard Helm

  Every weapon forged needs to be tested at some point.

• Groveguard Gauntlets

  Leather gloves thick enough to prick with a thorn, or stick with a dagger.

• Groveguard Trousers

  Pray that your enemies aim for the shins.

• Groveguard Armor

  "Why put a target on my back, when I can wear one on my front?" - Groveguard of Havenport

• Crestfallen Archer Cap

  It matters less what lies inside an archer's skull than what lies inside her quiver.

• Crestfallen Archer Gloves

  For those who have yet to develop sufficient callouses on their draw fingers.

• Crestfallen Archer Tunic

  Swift, cunning, and black-hearted was the former owner of this garment.

• Crestfallen Archer Pants

  Made of deer hide, stitched tightly to be waterproof and silent.

• Crestfallen Knight Helm

  A formidable helmet that will block out most attacks, as well as sunlight and clean air.

• Crestfallen Knight Gloves

  A pair of hammered gauntlets, bleached bright from years of battle.

• Crestfallen Knight Body Armor

  As rigid and unflinching as its former owner's will.

• Crestfallen Knight Greaves

  Thick and loud, these are not the leg guards of a subtle warrior.

• False Guardian's Helm

  It's unknown if the poor souls trapped beneath the ancient helm are still alive, dead, or some horror in between.

• False Guardian's Palms

  Gauntlets such as these litter Sacra - relics of an ancient war - daring only the most desperate to slip them on.

• False Guardian's Greaves

  Some say that, late at night in Sacrament's cemetery, you can hear the sound of thudding steps far below.

• False Guardian's Robe

  Those foolish or greedy enough to steal ancient Cerim armor find themselves trapped within their own tomb.

• False Oathkeeper's Visage

  One can only imagine what ancient battlefields and plagued monstrosities these eyes have gazed upon.

• False Shrinebreaker Hands

  A pair of finely woven gloves that seem to glimmer with the ageless suffering of the False Ones.

• False Shrinebreaker Cloak

  This cloak may have been stitched by ancient hands and imbued with the power of the Sayer - but its most recent owner was a sad, desperate thief.

• False Noble Gauntlets

  A pair of powerful, hammered-steel gloves that can reach toward the might of the Cerim, but never grasp it.

• False Noble Cloak

  From the proudest king to the lowest grave robber, everyone lies to themselves.

• False Remnant's Helmet

  The False Ones do not eat nor drink, sleep nor rest. Their penance is ceaseless and eternal.

• False Harbinger's Gauntlets

  They shiver with the energy of the ancient, the Sayer's words long since twisted into lies.

• False Harbinger's Raiment

  The armor may be ancient Cerim, but the body found within it is somehow both far younger and long dead.

• False Harbinger's Greaves

  The heavy footfalls of graverobbers turned into guardians, scavengers hollowed out into shambling shells.

• False Harbinger's Visage

  Empty eyes stare out from its sockets, a silent scream captured forever in its teeth.

• Planeswalker Knuckles

  An oddly-hewn set of gauntlets that seem to offer little physical protection - but their strength may not be visible to the naked eye.

• Planeswalker Breeches

  A luxurious pair of trousers "retrieved" from some distant corner of the Far Lands.

• Planeswalker Crown

  Yes, the bird comes with it.

• Planeswalker Robes

  A garment that some claim was stitched together out of threads from beyond the known realms of existence.

• Squire's Helm

  An ornately encrusted helmet, forged by Sacrament's longtime smithy Fillmore.

• Squire's Hands

  Light and nimble, these gloves protect the hand from slashing attacks.

• Squire's Breeches

  Simple leather trousers, of the type given to novice warriors.

• Squire's Attire

  The humble armor of a knight in training. Simple but effective protection.

• Seer's Cap

  A wide-brimmed hat of unknown provenance, steeped in fell magic.

• Seer's Hands

  Soft gloves that have been dipped in mold and bathed in the blackness of the night sky.

• Seer's Breeches

  Lightweight pants that smell faintly of thick, wet earth.

• Seer's Robes

  Drapings that may appear simple and ragged; but they are infused with dark purpose.

• Bright Walker's Fist

  A heavy gauntlet that can squeeze the life out of darkness itself.

• Bright Walker's Greaves

  Some say footfalls in the night add twice the height.

• Bright Walker's Barrier

  You are moving through a darkened cavern, touching the wall for guidance. Then your hand lands upon a wall… that moves.

• Bane's Crested Armor

  Regal, tufted, and impenetrable. The body armor of a Risen Breaker who claimed the highest body count of anyone short of Darak himself.

• Bane's Spiked Gloves

  It's said that only two kinds of people ever shake hands with the Risen - living traitors and dead fools.

• Bane's Coarse Legs

  Tough leather trousers, stitched together with thick strands of Alpine Goat hair.

• Bane's Skull Helm

  In the end, revolution often gives way to terror.

• Farmer's Cap

  A humble head covering, ideal for blocking the sun while gardening.

• Farmer's Rags

  The simple tunic of one who tills the earth.

• Farmer's Cords

  A pair of shabby trousers with mud stains on the knees.

• Farmer's Thumb

  A pair of well-worn gloves, familiar with the dirt.

• Reaper's Clutch

  How many bodies have gone cold beneath the pitiless squeeze of these gloves?

• Reaper's Footfalls

  The Reapers move quiet as the grave, which is the one true home they seek to deliver us all to.

• Reaper's Shroud

  The black cloth of this death cult seems to swallow all light, even in the midst of the day.

• Reaper's Grimace

  The Reapers wear a mask of death - their god, their purpose, their gift to the world.

• Duelist Helmet

  Each blow against this curved helm reverberates through the body, and echoes out through the lash of a weapon.

• Duelist Helmet

  Each blow against this curved helm reverberates through the body, and echoes out through the lash of a weapon.

• Duelist Palms

  Leather gloves lined with metal studs, for light protection.

• Duelist Tunic

  A tarnished robe, ideal for quick movement and treachery.

• Duelist Trousers

  Shabby leather pants, better for deception and guile than comfort.

• Hands of the Cleanse

  A pair of gloves stitched with a single purpose - to rid the world of sickness.

• Armor of the Cleanse

  The last pure robes left on Sacra. Stained with the blackened tears of those who have been cured.

• Eyes of the Cleanse

  True rot lies in the eye of the beholder.

• Path of the Cleanse

  The healer's work is never done. There is always a next town waiting to be cured.

• Caylen Scholar Hood

  The hood of a learned scholar, likely employed in the archives of the Great Cathedral.

• Caylen Scholar Manchettes

  Gloves made from ironweave, once worn by a scholar of the Holy City.

• Caylen Scholar Robes

  This holy cloak has been patched and repaired many times since the Mountain Gate fell shut.

• Caylen Scholar Britches

  Durable and well-made, no doubt stitched by artisans of the Holy City.

• Shriek of the Talon

  A storm speaks once. Everything else is just echo.

• Grip of the Talon

  "Electricity crawls, lightning leaps, loyalty burns." -Wrath

• Leap of the Talon

  “Fealty ends only when the body does.” -Wrath

• Stare of the Talon

  When the air tastes like metal, look for lightning. When the air tastes like blood, look for Talon & Wrath.

• Lieutenant's Helm

  Those who wear the armor of Sacrament must pledge themselves to shore up her walls like iron, and fall upon her enemies like rain.

• Fellhorn's Stride

  On its way to being armor, but not quite armor.

• Fellhorn's Hollow

  A formidable barricade of steel and cloth, as heavy as it is impractical.

• Fellhorn's Tunic

  The battered but ornate armor of a Risen Fellhorn. All fall, only some rise!

• Fellhorn's Fist

  "When shaking hands with the Risen, always watch the one that isn't." - overheard in Havenport

• Heavy Feather's Nest

  So swift to strike and so firm of stance is the Heavy Feather that it is said the eggs shall never break.

• Heavy Feather Mitts

  Leather gauntlets thick enough to pound your enemy into the mud, until their flesh rejoins the earth.

• Heavy Feather Leg Guards

  A pair of trousers molded to be as thick and coarse as the bark of an oak.

• Heavy Feather Armor

  This majestic coat is given to only a handful of Balak Taw warriors. It must first be blessed by the Great Beak himself.

• Risen Brightburn Bones

  The faint glowing light never wavers, even as the fabric rots around it.

• Risen Brightburn Helmet

  Painted with a glowing rune, evocative and intimidating, but signifying nothing.

• Risen Brightburn Gloves

  You can tell the hands of a Brightburn by the faintly glowing stains that cover their fingers.

• Risen Brightburn Vest

  A small sect of Risen scholars, now mostly dead, once attempted to harvest the luminous putrescence of the Gloam.

• Risen Breaker Legs

  Stained with the mud of the fields, the blood of their enemies, and the occasional shit-smear of a mistimed respite.

• Risen Breaker Warplate

  The Risen have been known to cobble together formidable suits of armor from their broken enemies.

• Risen Breaker Gauntlets

  They fit no pair of hands as neatly as they fit around an enemy's throat.

• Risen Breaker Crest

  A helmet crested with dark feathers, for a Breaker's axe swoops down upon their prey as swiftly as any eagle.

• Molding Nith Gloves

  The more colorful the fungus, the more it strengthens the leather.

• Molding Nith Cloak

  "Spores give strength!" -rumored Nith mantra

• Molding Nith Trousers

  Blurring the line between fabric and flesh.

• Molding Nith Skullcap

  It is said that the Nith do not keep trophies from their enemies. Instead, they become them.

• Taleweaver's Gloves

  A refined pair of leather gloves, hand-made by one of the elite artisans of Upper Tir.

• Taleweaver's Cape

  The uniform of a high-born noble of Tir; but it has been stripped of its crest, and worn tired with time.

• Taleweaver's Legs

  Trousers made for a nobleman in the valley beyond the Frozen Peaks.

• Rebel's Voice

  A simple tunic, hand-stitched in Marin Village.

• Rebel's Run

  "If your purpose is true, you will always find the wind at your back." - Dasha proverb

• Rebel's Grip

  A pair of simple leather gloves, no different from any others.

• Screamer's Gloves

  For some, illness and rot is a slow creep. For the Screamer, it's a blistering frenzy, a madness of decay.

• Screamer's Tatters

  Does some corner of their minds remember civil society, a reflex to wrap their bodies in these putrid rags?

• Screamer's Stalks

  The acidic swamps rot away the Nith's legs, leaving only bone, splints of wood, and these shredded leggings.

• Screamer's Bone Helm

  Late at night the Orban Glades echo with the Nith's guttural screams, reverberating within their masks of bone.

• Sacrament Guardian Helm

  Sacrament endures.

• Sacrament Guardian Gloves

  Sacrament endures.

• Sacrament Guardian Pants

  Sacrament endures.

• Sacrament Guardian Armor

  Sacrament endures.

• Covenant Knight Sallet

  Narrow of vision, heavy with tradition. The helm of one who followed, not questioned.

• Covenant Knight Gloves

  Each finger etched with a vow. Break one, and the metal will remember.

• Covenant Knight Greaves

  A pair of heavy leg guards polished to a ceremonial shine, dented by many forgotten wars.

• Covenant Knight Armor

  Worn by one who served both steel and Speaker. The oaths may be broken, but the armor endures.

• Tanth Vanguard Cap

  A crimson helmet forged curiously in the shape of the known world.

• Tanth Outrider Cap

  Rumor has it the helms of Tanth are dyed with a mixture of saffron and blood.

• Tanth Outrider Gloves

  Gauntlets rumored to have been blessed by the King of Tanth himself.

• Tanth Outrider Leg Guards

  A pair of greaves forged in the finest (and only) armory on Tanth.

• Tanth Outrider Armor

  The most favored armor of the Knights of Tanth. A vibrant, formidable outfit.

• Tanth Cleaver Helmet

  Its shape may prevent the wearer from hiding in the bushes; but the Knights of Tanth have no need for stealth.

• Tanth Harvester Helmet

  The crimson helm of a Tanth Harvester, the most feared of the island's many assassins.

• Tanth Harvester Gloves

  A stern, powerful set of gauntlets forged on the island of Tanth.

• Tanth Harvester Greaves

  It's said that the Knights of Tanth wear crimson so they always have somewhere to wipe their blades.

• Tanth Harvester Armor

  The strongest threads, the sharpest steel. Nothing is too fine for the Knights of Tanth.

• Tanth Scout Helmet

  Lightweight helmet that once belonged to a loathsome tracker from the island of Tanth.

• Tanth Scout Fingers

  Sleek leather gloves worn by a Tanth marauder, for those who like to murder in style.

• Tanth Scout Legs

  A set of crimson leg armor with jagged steel knee guards. Beware the jab from Tanth that strikes below the waist.

• Tanth Scout Armor

  An impeccable garment from Tanth, possibly woven from the rich fur of a Kylesh seal.

• Tanth Captain Cask

  The helm of an elite marauder from Tanth, a madman from a mad land.

• Tanth Captain Gloves

  A pair of vivid gloves dyed with crushed madder root, probably plundered from the coasts of Waithe.

• Tanth Captain Stalkers

  Crimson for walking, crimson for stalking, crimson for killing.

• Tanth Captain Armor

  The thick body armor of a ruthless mercenary from beyond Sacra's shores.

• Cerim Hood

  A protective hood stitched by the Cerim, imbued with the words of the Sayer.

• Cerim Gloves

  A pair of gloves crafted by the Cerim, imbued with the words of the Sayer.

• Cerim Cloak

  A traditional cloak made by the Cerim, imbued with the words of the Sayer.

• Cerim Leggings

  A pair of leg guards favored by the Cerim, imbued with the words of the Sayer.

• Helm of the Primus

  It is said the plumage on the helm of a Primus comes from the rare pheasants that are bred in the king's private garden.

• Fealty of the Primus

  The Knights of House Bolein are the pillars upon which Phalen stands tall.

• Grip of the Primus

  The glove of a soldier knows only how to clutch a weapon. But the glove of a leader knows how to shake the enemy's hand.

• Cloak of the Primus

  The official armor of the elite leaders of the Knights of House Bolein. Few and fervent are those who earn the right to wear it.

• Master's Cuffs

  When the Lords of Eversol shake hands, it is said that the truth passes between their palms, even as their lips speak lies.

• Master's Greaves

  Leg guards belonging to a Lord of House Orland. Woe betide the thief who is caught wearing them.

• Knellap's Talons

  These gloves fight for justice, however misguided and deranged that justice might be.

• Knellap's Comb

  Defenders of Knellap fight with the pride of the cock, the patience of the hen, the fury of the flock.

• Knellap's Puffery

  None seem able to find Knellap on any map or scroll, but don't tell that to its defenders.

• Knellap's March

  Leggings meant for straddling a spit of land, planting a flag, and declaring it liberated.

• Apprentice's Coat

  An academic's ensemble which primarily supports the carrying of as many books as possible.

• Apprentice's Hat

  "The flame of inspiration must be constantly tended." - Tir proverb

• Apprentice's Gloves

  Soft gloves with some of the tips worn thin, from being licked to turn pages.

• Apprentice's Trousers

  Leather trousers, washed infrequently. The pursuit of knowledge must not be interrupted.

• Helm of Silence

  Speak only purpose, and reap only quiet. The Sayer hears our deeds.

• Gauntlets of Silence

  Words cannot be grasped, but weapons can.

• Greaves of Silence

  No name shall be called, no words shall be spoken. But my footfalls you will hear.

• Armor of Silence

  We are born in a roar. We must die in the quiet.

• Wayfinder's Touch

  Half-fingered gloves stained with dust from every corner of Sacra.

• Wayfinder's Path

  "A map shows the way; a foot decides the truth." --Eron Plinthy, Cartographer of House Orland

• Wayfinder's Cap

  An angular shroud stitched of heavy, pale cloth - to block out the sun during long survey missions.

• Wayfinder's Shawl

  A fair cloak stitched with many hidden pockets; for inks, compasses, and collected secrets.

• Ceremonial Nith Leg Guards

  A scrap of aged leather, still dripping wet from the bogs of the Orban Glades.

• Ceremonial Nith Tunic

  A fetid collection of rags used by the Nith for their notorious "quagmire" rituals.

• Ceremonial Nith Mask

  Crafted by the shamans of the swamp. Designed to intimidate more than protect.

• Nith Leviathan Skull

  The most prized adornment of the Nith. A headpiece made of nothing but bone and death.

• Nith Leviathan Leggings

  If they fit you, you are too tall.

• Nith Leviathan Cloak

  A massive cloak cobbled together from damp hides and fetid rags.

• Tail of the Beak

  "Beware the tree that moves when the wind is still." -only known words spoken by the Great Beak to have been translated in the common tongue

• Claws of the Beak

  A hand may grasp, but a talon enfolds.

• Plume of the Beak

  Is it said that the cloak of the Great Beak contains one feather from every creature that flies in all the realms of Atlan.

• Crest of the Beak

  When worn as a gift, it bestows great honor. When worn in plunder, it promises doom.

• Dusk Child's Trick

  Gloves once made of leather, now grown thick with the glinting sinew of The Gloam.

• Dusk Child's Cloak

  The cloak of the forgotten Gloam - this is what becomes of the plague in the dark, wet places beneath our feet.

• Dusk Child's Flight

  Close your eyes and be quick of step, and you may yet escape the darkness; unlike the former owner of these trousers.

• Umbral Knight's Poise

  A pair of finely-woven leggings that rustle like parchment pages when the wearer moves.

• Umbral Knight's Clutch

  Clawed metal gauntlets with lethal hooks forged into the palm.

• Umbral Knight's Cloak

  The armor of a monk, long dead, who claimed he could hear the earth breathe.

• Umbral Knight's Hollow

  It is said that inside this helm, you can hear the voices of those you've slain, whispering incessantly.

• Conqueror's Trousers

  The pants of one who has heard the hush of the crowd, felt the dust of the arena, and tasted the blood of victory.

• Stormwall Gauntlets

  The Stormwall take their name from Phalen's great sea barrier. It holds back the ocean, the Stormwall hold back Phalen.

• Stormwall Breastplate

  "Isn't a group of rebels supposed to be dressed in rags and tatters?" - Randolph, Captain of the Sacrament Guard

• Stormwall Casque

  A helmet doesn't just protect a head, it hides a soul. Drenched in darkness, any deed is made possible.

• Stormwall Chausses

  Leggings meant to turn a man into a wall.

• Druid's Touch

  Gloves made of wood and earth, molded by an ancient forest cult.

• Druid's Roots

  Leggings of unknown origin. Probably from the wooded isles beyond the Shattered Hand.

• Druid's Eye

  Who wears this helmet shall see beyond the now, into the age of trees.

• Druid's Cloak

  A robe made of dappled light, likely woven by the timber druids of Myrfall.

• Eversol Knight Helmet

  The crest of Eversol, the seat of power and nobility.

• Eversol Knight Gauntlets

  A powerful pair of gauntlets. Sculpted from metal so pure they often glint in the sunlight.

• Eversol Knight Greaves

  An immaculate pair of leg guards. Should only be worn by allies and defenders of Phalen.

• Eversol Knight Armor

  The armor of the capital - forged from ore in the mines of Bayscathe, and sculpted in Phalen herself.

• Wretched Archer Cap

  The plumed helm of an archer, likely from Rog or Kafir.

• Wretched Archer Gloves

  Sparse leather hand coverings designed to favor dexterity and stealth.

• Wretched Archer Tunic

  A lightweight outfit crafted in the forests of Myrfall. The further the shot, the safer the kill.

• Wretched Archer Pants

  Smartly wrapped leather pants that favor movement and minimize noise.

• Knave's Gloves

  The lowliest thieves are lucky to even have their hands covered.

• Knave's Breeches

  A pair of ratty trousers, often worn by the Risen's most humble soldiers.

• Knave's Tunic

  A garment often worn by the lowliest Risen, held together with rage and hubris.

• Bastard's Grip

  "Every foe a feast." - Boarskin battle cry, meaning uncertain

• Bastard's Cuirass

  It's said the Boarskin believe themselves descendents of Kafron Bilsgard. Attempts at further questioning on the subject have gone poorly.

• Bastard's Legs

  Many travelers have hidden in the tall grass, watching in fear as these leggings stalk past.

• Bastard's Boar Helm

  Those who fear the dogs of war have never seen the pigs.

• Gloamking Greaves

  If your eyes fail you, but your ears behold the clank of heavy iron footfalls in the dark… Run.

• Gloamking Gauntlets

  The glistening armor of a warrior for whom dying to the Pestilence was only the beginning.

• Gloamking Armor

  There is more to fear beneath the ground than merely death and darkness.

• Torchborne Crest

  There are few who venture into the deep places beneath Sacra anymore. Of those who do, the sight they most fear is a beautiful, dancing light in the darkness.

• Torchborne Grip

  Heavy leather gloves, once belonging to a man, but now taken from a cave-dwelling wraith.

• Torchborne Breeches

  Dank, fetid trousers that still bear a trace of their former owner's sickly luminescence.

• Torchborne Tunic

  Certain scholars have attempted to examine the luminous growths that afflict The Gloam. Certain scholars are rarely seen again

• Bastion's Stance

  Heavy trousers, soaked with so much sweat and blood that they bend and creak like tree limbs.

• Bastion's Bulwark

  The former war plate of one of the Risen's most reviled champions. Said to weigh as much as normal suit of armor, with a man inside.

• Bastion's Glare

  The demented helmet of a Risen warlord who has forgotten everything in life but the scent of battle.

• Bastion's Vise

  Coarse gloves for gripping heavy weapons, or the crumpled skulls of enemies.

• Cleric Gloves

  These red leather gloves are a hallmark of the feared Clerics of Coventon.

• Cleric Leggings

  These crimson leather trousers weren't woven by mystics; but when you feel them you'll think they were.

• Cleric Vestments

  The stark white robes of a Cleric from the north.

• Cleric Bonnet

  This prestigious red bonnet is said to protect the Clerics of Coventon from impure thoughts.

• Conjurer's Head Wrap

  When wrapped around the head it provides little protection but is excellent at wicking sweat.

• Conjurer's Leather Gloves

  Simple yet elegant leather gloves, of a type favored by mystics and soothsayers from the mainland.

• Conjurer's Tunic

  The stylish leather coat of a traveling seer, likely of dubious integrity. No doubt it has had many owners.

• Conjurer's Trousers

  Slim leather trousers, suitable for those more interested in posture and appearance than protection.

• Black Spark Runners

  Dancing lights behind you, run fast and never rest. Dancing lights before you, lie down and wait for death.

• Black Spark Helmet

  When they first appeared, The Gloam's iridescent growths caused some to think they had emerged from the sea. But only the blackened earth could dream up something so foul.

• Black Spark Mitts

  "Hands fumbling in darkness will find only fell deeds." - saying often heard in Havenport

• Black Spark Tunic

  A strand of shimmering mold and fungus, twisted into the vague shape of armor.

• Carpenter's Tunic

  A linen shirt traditionally worn by members of Sacrament's Guild of Carpenters.

• Carpenter Pants

  Linen pants traditionally worn by members of Sacrament's Guild of Carpenters.

• Gladesman's Gloves

  A worn pair of leather mitts that never seem to fit quite right.

• Gladesman's Tunic

  An old duelist's robe, saturated with the vague stench of moss and blood.

• Gladesman's Trousers

  A good pair of trousers offers protection against enemies, the elements, and knee-high critters.

• Rootspeaker Tendrils

  A pair of gloves woven from creeping roots that never stop growing.

• Rootspeaker Stalks

  Let your feet be as roots; firm and grounded. And let your trousers also be as roots; foul-smelling and brittle.

• Rootspeaker Vestments

  A tunic of twigs that rustles incessantly, even without wind.

• Rootspeaker Mantle

  Why gaze in admiration at the tree, when you can become the tree?

• Grifkin's Horns

  It is rumored that to come of age, members of the Grifkin must kill a goat with their bare hands, and then live inside it for a week.

• Grifkin's Coat

  A thick, warm coat belonging to one of the deranged "goat men" of northern Sacra. (Sworn enemies of the Balak Taw.)

• Grifkin's Legs

  A rough-hewn pair of leggings designed to blur the line between animal and man.

• Grifkin's Mitts

  For keeping the flesh warm in high mountain regions, nothing beats the fur of an Alpine Goat.

• Conqueror of the Arena

  Only a champion deserves to wear such finery! A warrior of peerless skill, a legend without equal! Are you such a warrior?

• Tattered Cerim Cloak

  The tattered remnants of a Cerim cloak.

• Tattered Cerim Leggings

  The frayed scraps of what was once a powerful Cerim garment.

• Tattered Jute Tunic

  The pitiful rags of one who has given up hope.

• Tattered Jute Trousers

  The pants of one accustomed to sleeping on hard stone.

• Mariner's Rig

  The shirt of a lawless sea dog, caked with salt and adventure.

• Mariner's Sea Legs

  A pair of wide-legged trousers, to let the wind in and keep the smells out.

• Mariner's Land Legs

  A pair of trousers dyed teal by design, and parched white by the ocean's spray.

• Mariner's Salt Wick

  A simple rag to keep the sea spray out of one's hair. (Ineffective.)

• Bolein Rebel's Stance

  The mark of a true leader is knowing when to stride into battle, and when to sit down and think.

• Bolein Rebel's Fists

  We cannot conquer the past. But we can wield it to serve the future.

• Bolein Rebel's Armor

  Sometimes on the battlefield you meet your enemy. And sometimes you meet your destiny.

• Bolein Cloak

  A coat of fine threads and lustrous feathers, fit for the House that rules the empire.

• Bolein Trousers

  No royal is born so high that he is above the need for pants.

• Bolein Knight Helmet

  It is said that no matter where you are, one can always see the dawn sun glinting off the helm of a Bolein Knight.

• Bolein Knight Gauntlets

  As the knight keeps a firm grip on his spear, so House Bolein maintains a firm grip on the throne.

• Bolein Knight Greaves

  They march through the streets of Phalen, for order, for victory, for God.

• Bolein Knight Armor

  The uniform of the ruling House in Phalen, until recently led by King Harol.

• Mudstalker's Hood

  A crimson cowl, perhaps woven by a thief who abandoned the isle of Tanth but retained the island's cunning.

• Mudstalker's Jerkin

  The tunic of a wretch, a desperate soul, one who was grateful to be released into God's Embrace.

• Mudstalker's Gloves

  A pair of simple, tidy leather gloves. Their cleanliness belies a long history of treachery.

• Mudstalker's Pants

  Worn leather leggings, stained by the marshes of Tanth. They bear the marks of one who crept through filth and shadow, unseen yet never unscathed.

• Cavern Wretch Gloves

  With The Gloam, it can sometimes be difficult to tell fabric apart from pulsing flesh.

• Cavern Wretch Legs

  Wet, festering trousers that have not seen the sun for many seasons.

• Vagabond Coat

  A richly woven and finely dyed leather tunic. Indicative of high standing and low morals.

• Vagabond Gloves

  A pair of leather gloves that have been scrubbed coarse in a futile effort to remove bloodstains.

• Vagabond Leg Guards

  When the bloodshed and battle lulls, one must find other ways to entertain.

• Vagabond Skullcap

  The dashing cap of a bandit who looked good and had an empty soul.

• Sailor's Bandana

  Take any cloth, fold it three ways, and you have this.

• Sailor's Slops

  A simple cotton shirt, favored by traders from the mainland.

• Striped Sailor's Braies

  More stylish than most rags, but rags nonetheless.

• Dredge Knight Hood

  A drape of cloth that shimmers with ill intent. Little is known about its origins.

• Dredge Knight Gauntlets

  Gloves belonging to an unknown warrior, possibly from the Strait of Oroth.

• Dredge Knight Armor

  Heavy chainmail wrapped around a cloak as iridescent as the sea… The origins of this armor are mysterious.

• Dredge Knight Bottoms

  Dark leather pants, draped in chain mail for extra protection.

• Dark Leather Hood

  The hood of one who is about to commit foul deeds.

• Dark Leather Jerkin

  A cloak said to be woven out of nothing but stealth and shadow. (Made by a liar.)

• Dark Leather Gloves

  Coarse brown gloves that slide on without a sound.

• Dark Leather Breeches

  A pair of simple trousers, yes. But trousers with a sinister air about them.

• Ranger Helmet

  A lightweight morion helm, favored by forest stalkers and trackers.

• Ranger Gloves

  A pair of hardy gloves belonging to a woodland hunter.

• Ranger Breeches

  Dark leather trousers that resemble the murk of an inland forest.

• Ranger Tunic

  The leather coat of a woodland ranger, ideal for hunting.

• Thieving Drifter Hood

  The faded hood of a Risen soldier, with poor visibility for attacks from behind.

• Thieving Drifter Mitts

  Gloves that would sooner close around a man's neck than till a field.

• Thieving Drifter Garb

  A cloak imbued with treachery, bloodshed in its past.

• Thieving Drifter Trousers

  These trousers did not believe in their former owner's cause.

• Stalking Jay's Crest

  The crown is rumored to be dyed red from the Great Beak herself placing a bloody hand upon the Jay's head during its rite of initiation.

• Stalking Jay's Hands

  "Feather before flesh!" - Balak Taw chant

• Stalking Jay's Coat

  The feathers of this cloak are said to come from the Kestrels of Waithe - exceedingly rare on Sacra.

• Stalking Jay's Stride

  Coarse leggings belonging to one of the Balak Taw's most dangerous assassins.

• Ashen Hood

  When a true warrior looks inward, she sees only blackness. And when she looks outward, she sees only fear.

• Ashen Tunic

  A cloak that wields sadness as armor, and despair as a weapon.

• Ashen Trousers

  Quick leather pants, woven in secret. Worn in haste.

• Ashen Knight Claws

  Armored fingers made of toughest iron; it's no coincidence they resemble the crooked hand of a skeleton.

• Ashen Knight Greaves

  An elite pair of leg guards, forged black as night and outfitted with lethal toe talons.

• Ashen Knight Armor

  Whether a crusader's purpose be foul or noble, there will always be black deeds that must be done in the name of victory.

• Ashen Knight Mask

  "And the reach of God's many hands will be like a great golden flame, billowing up into the darkness." - Madrigal Erinth

• Hearthguard Coat

  An armor of quilted cloth and tempered steel; warm as a sunrise, cold as its shadow.

• Hearthguard Gauntlets

  A pair of hammered gauntlets that will keep their warmth long after the wearer’s hands have gone cold.

• Hearthguard Cowl

  A hood the color of dying coals, just before the night swallows the day.

• Hearthguard Greaves

  Forged on the mainland, in a smithy just outside of Elgarth which burned to the ground in the year 826.

• Scarlet Grasp

  To join The Red, a woman must cut ties with all lovers and paramours. And the word cut is often taken quite literally.

• Scarlet Breeches

  The Red fear no god nor government, and so they rob the living, mock the dead, and live only for the moment.

• Scarlet Warplate

  The chestpiece of The Red, a female gang of brutal, unscrupulous marauders. They take what they want and leave the rest for the crows.

• Snout Master's Gloves

  A pair of warrior's gloves, coarse and tough on the outside, filled with soft grease on the inside.

• Snout Master's Cloak

  Pride of the Boarskin. Enemy of the nostrils.

• Snout Master's Hood

  The eldest leaders of the Boarskin are said to see, and speak, entirely through the beasts on their bellies.

• Snout Master's Feet

  Thick trousers made of hide, or flesh; it makes no difference to the Boarskin.

• Royal Gloves

  White gloves woven of silk so fine that it surpasses the comfort of one's own skin.

• Royal Cloak

  None may wear this cape save the Lords of House Bolein. Anyone else who should dare must be a fool or a traitor.

• Royal Leggings

  The finest breeches made by the finest tailor in the finest city in the realm.

• Mad Brambler Claws

  It is said that the feathered gloves of the Balak Taw let them loose arrows as silently as a bird flies.

• Mad Brambler's Legs

  Travelers often remark that a Balak Taw warrior is as quiet and stealthy as a bird - and yet somehow as gratingly loud as one too.

• Mad Brambler Drapings

  A coarse set of feathers earned when a young Balak Taw kills his first Alpine Goat.

• Mad Brambler's Tuft

  Where once was the head of a man, now shall be only plumage.

• Bone Hawk Gloves

  Crafted from hides, feathers, and resin, these gloves have a …distinct... odor to them.

• Bone Hawk Feathers

  A tunic born in the trees, woven from the wind, and blessed by the air herself. Or so the Balak Taw claim.

• Bone Hawk Pants

  "There's only so much land, but there's always more air." --rumored Balak Taw proverb

• Bone Hawk Crest

  Primarily a ceremonial dressing, this feathered crown can also be a powerful distraction in combat.

• The Caretaker's Tatters

  The religious wrappings of the Dasha faithful, now malign and corrupted.

• The Caretaker's Habit

  The diseased rags of a former Dasha cleric.

• Ragged Gauntlets

  Armored gloves sharp enough to break the silence, should silence fail you.

• Cloak of Rags

  An unassuming cloak worn by wanderers who prefer not to be remembered.

• Cowl of Rags

  A ragged mantle made of elk hide, worn by those who prefer the company of shadows.

• Ragged Greaves

  A set of worn armor legs dyed the color of dusk — ideal for walking where one shouldn’t be seen.

• Holy Prisoner Rags

  A filthy, ragged cape belonging to one who formerly lived and worked in the Nameless Pass.

• Holy Prisoner Pillory

  The quarry in the Nameless Pass was manned by prisoners from Fort Reach. Until the Pestilence arrived.

• Holy Prisoner Leggings

  A pathetic pair of trousers belonging to a former prisoner.

• The Empty Mind

  Let your enemy believe that your plans are his thoughts.

• The Empty Fist

  Let your enemy feel only the wind before your hand, and then nothing.

• The Empty Step

  Let your enemy see only where you have been.

• Kindler's Mantle

  Leaving so much of the skin exposed while wielding fire might seem odd. But then not all Risen are great forward planners.

• Kindler's Broadcap

  The incandescent helm of a Risen Kindler, one of the outfit's most volatile warriors.

• Kindler's Braes

  Heavy, coarse trousers soaked in soot and flame oil.

• Mangler's Grasp

  Caked with dried blood, worn and stained and coarse. Make no mistake: these are butcher's gloves.

• Mangler's Leggings

  These leggings resemble the Boarskin family tree - very few branches and some alarming gaps.

• Mangler's Tusk Helm

  Perhaps the Boarskin wear such headdresses out of fondness for their porcine brothers. Perhaps they just ran out of human skulls.

• Mangler's Harness

  One hopes it's woven from the clothes of Boarskin victims, as opposed to from their hides.

• Broken Vow's Helm

  These glowing eyes are a false moon, a deadly beckoning. What the candle says to the moth.

• Broken Vow's Grasp

  Caked with soot and salt, did its former owner step from the sea or climb out of the bowels of the earth?

• Broken Vow's Mantle

  Adorned with blackened skulls, it seems that the judgment of its mysterious owner is always death.

• Broken Vow's Greaves

  These greaves match the bootprints left in the caved-in chests of Risen and Sacrament Guards alike.

• Helmsman's Jacket

  The faded coat of a middle ranking seaman - likely stolen and traded by pirates.

• Helmsman's Pantaloons

  Trousers made of soft linen. They have seen many harsh days at sea.

• Hive Slinger Mitts

  A pair of feathered gloves, so swift and light they'll leave your enemies wondering if you ever touched them.

• Hive Slinger Legs

  No one knows exactly how the Balak Taw are able to stitch their garments to be so lush and dense with feathers, yet soundless as a bird of prey.

• Hive Slinger Tunic

  A heavy leather coat draped in iridescent feathers. Let others wear the camouflage, while you draw the enemy's eye.

• Hive Slinger Plume

  A crest imbued with the pride of the Balak Taw. Wear it, and feel their eyes upon you.

• Prince of Lies

  A magnificent suit of armor, acquired strictly by honorable means.

• Master of Trades

  "Good business is knowing the business of others." -overheard in Havenport

• Scuttler's Claws

  Sure to leave your wrinkled fingers with a stench of seaweed.

• Scuttler's Treaders

  Wear them for too long and one may find barnacles in unexpected places.

• Scuttler's Breath

  A hood made of coarse, waterlogged threads plundered from Sacra's shores.

• Scuttler's Scales

  Mottled and soggy, this tunic once belonged to a Scuttler from the ragged coasts east of Sacrament.

• Dasha Mender Leggings

  The Maker disdains flashy adornments. A pair of simple leather pants can suit lords and farmers alike.

• Dasha Mender Cloak

  A humble cloak woven by Dasha artisans. Countless pockets give way to countless secrets.

• Glintfiend Rags

  No one imagined what demented shape the Pestilence could be twisted into by the darkness beneath our feet.

• Glintfiend Armor

  A noble warrior's tunic, unbroken by battle, now coated in shimmering filth.

• Vile Conjurer's Tunic

  The coat of a traveling seer, who delved too far into the fell arts of the clerics from Giranoth.

• Wildling Coat

  A sturdy tunic, stitched by hand and stained with blood.

• Wildling Helmet

  The mottled steel helmet of an outlaw. Sure to have seen its share of blows.

• Wildling Fingers

  Tough but ragged, much like their former owner.

• Wildling Pants

  A pair of drab trousers stitched in Lion's Mound. Coarse and unwashed.

• Preacher's Helm

  The Boarskin don't remove the arrows of those who almost brought them down. Perhaps a sign of respect, perhaps a taunt.

• Preacher's Rags

  The Boarskin Preacher's tunic is sewn from the hides of those who didn't survive their "sermon."

• Preacher's Gloves

  A litany of brutalities stitched down the length of each finger.

• Preacher's Walk

  If you were an inbred tribe of half-feral marauders, your pants would likely smell this way too.

• Boarskin Leather Hat

  Any coward can forge a helmet out of metal. For the Boarskin, true glory comes from the wearing of flesh.

• Boarskin Leather Gloves

  A filthy jumble of coarse leather in the vague shape of a pair of gloves.

• Boarskin Leather Tunic

  The sweltering, stinking hide of the Boarskin clan. Best worn by those who have lost their sense of smell.

• Boarskin Leather Pants

  Best not to ask whence the leather which made these trousers was sourced.

• Wild Finch Talons

  The Balak Taw have not always been on Sacra. But few people alive can recall a time when the Marin Woods were safe.

• Wild Finch Crown

  The elegant crest of one of the Balak Taw's elite breed of warriors.

• Wild Finch Greaves

  Leg guards woven out of coarse leather... which is said to come from the flayed flesh of fallen Boarskin.

• Wild Finch Plumage

  It is not only the people of Sacra who fear the Balak Taw. For the wild birds of Marin now live under constant threat of being "harvested."

• Smithy's Smock

  A thick leather apron suited for hot, hard work around the forge.

• Smithy's Mitts

  Thick working gloves, able to withstand high temperatures.

• Smithy's Bottoms

  They say the trousers are the least important part of a smithy's uniform… But try forging in a skirt.

• Ironhand Hood

  Nick a foe's artery and you'll understand why the Risen like to keep their hoods up.

• Ironhand Grips

  "Where my axe goes, my arm follows. Where my hand points, my axe goes." - Ironhand mantra

• Ironhand Leggings

  The more the mainland strips away Sacra's dignity, the more its residents clothe themselves in the Risen's colors.

• Ironhand Tunic

  The Ironhand eschew protection for mobility - the best defense is a quick axe buried in an enemy's skull.

• Ironfur Hide

  Winter in the Frozen Peaks can be brutal. A thick hide is essential for survival.

• Ironfur Claws

  Thick gloves that once belonged to a hermit of the eastern mountains.

• Ironfur Mantle

  The fearsome crown of a champion hunter. To best the beast, one must become the beast.

• Ironfur Steps

  When snow falls thickly, so the leather of one's breeches must thicken as well.

• Gilded Spearman's Helm

  A powerful golden helmet that still reeks faintly of its former owner's breath.

• Gilded Spearman's Gauntlets

  A pair of hammered battle gloves, luxurious and impenetrable.

• Gilded Spearman's Greaves

  Intimidating in battle, cumbersome for travel.

• Gilded Spearman's Brace

  Always tend to your armor, that the glint of the sun may blind your enemies. - Boroth, Arena Master

• Spearman's Helmet

  What it lacks in sight it makes up in raw strength. Forged from heavy iron.

• Spearman's Gauntlets

  A pair of thick iron gloves, good for preventing injury and callouses.

• Spearman's Leg Guards

  Your enemy may hear your steps a mile away, but they will be powerless to stop your coming.

• Spearman's Brace

  Sturdy, robust armor hammered in the forges of Eversol's greatest smiths.

• Captain's Sigil

  A suit of armor should be like a soldier's backbone - rigid, stern, and unassailable.

• Captain's Stride

  A soldier should always keep his boots firmly planted on the ground that he protects.

• Captain's Helm

  The strength of a soldier's helm is the difference between carrying out God's work and meeting God in person.

• Captain's Fists

  A soldier's gauntlets are an extension of his hands. They are built for grasping and guiding the world to order.

• Pantler's Cap

  Most noblemen presume such caps are strictly decorative; but a good chef knows they're ideal for pastry storage.

• Pantler's Apron

  Never a war was won on an empty stomach!

• Pantler's Trousers

  Every taste that went into the soup, and many that didn't, can be found smeared on these trousers.

• Verdant Warrior Helm

  And my enemies shall tremble before me, and my legend shall grow upon the earth.

• Verdant Warrior Gauntlets

  Bronze, hammered metal, of unknown provenance.

• Verdant Warrior Greaves

  Trousers belonging to one of the elusive, erudite members of the Order of the Moss.

• Verdant Warrior Armor

  The vibrant body armor of a mysterious outfit known only as the Order of the Moss.

• Falstead's Relief

  The rough, durable leggings of the Falstead. Said to be woven with strands of his own leg hair.

• Falstead's Reach

  Heavy gauntlets worn by the Risen Falstead, though his palms were as coarse as any metal.

• Falstead's Burden

  The helm of the great Falstead Darak, the warlord who would either unite the Risen - or destroy them.

• Falstead's Wrath

  The body armor of the Risen Falstead. They say he forged the steel with his own teeth.

• Liar's Gauntlets

  Always watch the hand you aren't shaking.

• Liar's Trousers

  They're worth more than you paid for them, honest.

• Noble Leather Cloak

  A cloak which has seen far more of the world than its refined threadwork might suggest.

• Noble Leather Breeches

  Leather breeches that were hand-made in Marin Village, though not many people know this.

• Noble Iron Gloves

  A pair of heavy gloves suited for shaking hands as much as clutching weapons.

• Reckless Tallbear Helmet

  A heavy helm capable of thwarting both mutinies and betrayals - tactics long favored by the Risen.

• Reckless Tallbear Garb

  What the Risen lack in discipline, they make up for with bravado.

• Reckless Tallbear Gloves

  A pair of loud, clanging gloves, built as much for show as for protection.

• Reckless Tallbear Pants

  May these pants bear their new wearer to better fortune than their former owners.

• Crown of the Egg

  Who carries this crown shall find honor and reward in the presence of the Great Beak.

• Champion of the Egg

  The prized plumage of the Unbreakable Egg, elusive champion of the treetops.

• Clutch of the Egg

  A pair of powerful mitts coated with feathers plucked from the toughest raptor on Sacra.

• Legs of the Egg

  Let your legs be as strong as a tree, and let your feet be as unmoving as its roots.

• Twine King's Crown

  “Every knot curses the hand that tied it.” -the Twine King

• Twine King's Stance

  “No tapestry is finished while the weaver still breathes.”-the Twine King

• Twine King's Fingers

  “Cut the thread early, or watch it strangle you later.” -the Twine King

• Twine King's Armor

  “The world is woven by the wise; only a fool would tug at its seams.” -the Twine King

• Blackhewn Mage's Breeches

  Although they wear shoes, it is said that the clerics from Blackhewn never touch the ground.

• Blackhewn Mage's Gloves

  Sewn from a sinister black cloth designed to amplify mystical powers.

• Blackhewn Mage's Robes

  The drapings of a cleric from Blackhewn, on the eastern edge of The Seethe.