Leafy Mantle Woven from a thousand evergreen leaves yet as light as midday shade, this mantle wraps around the wearer’s shoulders, making them part of the forest and hiding them from prying eyes. The leaves in its fabric pulse with life-giving energy, nourishing the body, and in a moment of mortal danger, the grove itself rises in defense, deflecting any blows with its sweeping branches.
Springy Boot At the core of this boot are skillfully engineered springs that compress the force of each step and release it at the right moment, propelling the wearer away from any surface. Each landing becomes a springy bounce that does no harm to the body but, in skilled hands, can turn into a devastating shockwave.
Kinetic Belt Once belonging to a master of aerial arts and a student of the ancient school of aeroforms, this belt is made from materials that defy the usual laws of physics. Thin plates sewn into the fabric respond not to body weight, but to movement — as if the very air obeys the wearer. Those who have mastered the art of handling this relic speak of a feeling of almost complete union with the air: every step becomes a leap, every leap — a flight, and every fall — just a push for the next takeoff.
Reflective Necklace Old legends tell of a master jeweler who could trap the very fury of battle within crystals. This necklace is one of the few of his creations: the smooth facets of the stone absorb the force of a blow and store it until the wearer decides to return it to the enemy. In skilled hands, the necklace becomes not just protection but a weapon capable of turning any hostile force against its master.
Jellyfish Necklace Coiled around the neck like a living ornament, the jellyfish does not wither even far from its native waters. Its translucent bell gently pulses, shifting in shades of the sea, while its thin tentacles either sway lightly or contract, releasing sparks of electricity. While the wearer is submerged in water, it sustains them with life and health at the cost of its own strength. But when an enemy draws near, the tentacles flare with a blinding discharge, and an electric wave sweeps away everything in its path.
Midnight Mantle Woven from shadows and starlight, this mantle is a relic of forgotten lunar priests who drew their power not from moonlight, but from the endlessly shifting sky. It is said its fabric changes with the phases of the Moon: sometimes cold as a silent night during the new moon, sometimes pulsing with the deep glow of the full moon. Those who dared to wear it speak of feeling as if they became part of the darkness slipping between worlds, their strength waxing and waning with the Moon. They swear that in the face of danger, the mantle responded faster than they could: shimmering stars scattering from its sleeves, and the heavens answering threats with searing bursts of light.
Roller Skate Seemingly harmless, this roller skate is the legacy of a mad inventor who dreamed of catching the wind. One step is enough for the skate to pull you forward, picking up motion and accelerating it to the speed of the wind. In skilled hands, this swiftness can turn into a fiery dance: one sharp turn, and a scatter of deadly sparks flies across the ground, leaving a burning trail behind.
Chorus Staff A branch of the peculiar chorus, stolen from the distant End islands. After many years it still holds the power of teleportation: one swing and the body vanishes, only to reappear in another unknown place.
Piglin Mask A refined carving of piglin features, born of the Nether. With it, any being, no matter how alien to the Nether, can pass as one of their own among piglins.
Cut Glass Boot Crafted by a mad glassblower who sought to imprison the seas within faceted vessels, this boot is carved from multilayered crystal that remembers every drop that ever touched its walls. Over time, the glass stopped merely storing liquid and learned to command it: once the boot is filled, the surface of water, lava, poison, or anything else hardens beneath the wearer’s steps like a mirrored bridge.
Ring of the Seven Deadly Sins Once, this ring served as the seal on a verdict passed upon a king who fell to his own vices. Seven crystals are forged into its setting, each containing the imprint of one of the king’s deadly sins, eagerly responding to even the slightest sign of that sin within the wearer’s soul. The brighter the crystals burn, the stronger the wearer’s body and will become — but the cost grows as well: good fortune turns to loss, victories to grievous wounds, and salvation to a debt to be paid to the grave. Those who keep the ring too long say that, with time, it ceases to obey its master — and that it is the wearer’s own weaknesses that choose who will inherit the power of the sins next.
Sphere of Self-Sacrifice This sphere was forged neither from metal nor from glass - it was woven from oaths spoken softer than prayers and heavier than verdicts. Inside, beneath its clouded shell, a crimson glow rolls lazily, as if a чужое heart is searching for its owner's rhythm. They say the true bearers of this relic cease to fear death not because they are immortal, but because they have learned to bargain with inevitability itself - wagering their own blood and winning seconds that should not exist.
Hunting Belt This belt was worn by hunters who learned to rely not only on their own hand, but also on the fangs of their companions. Worn leather and bone charms preserve the memory of dozens of shared battles. The belt strengthens the bond between its owner and their pets, turning them into a single deadly pack.
Chef's Hat This hat once belonged to a cook whose feasts gathered not only kings, but also warriors returning from the battlefield. It was said he could do more than simply feed the hungry — he could turn the very heat of battle into food capable of restoring strength even on the brink of death. The white fabric of the hat has long absorbed the scent of smoke, spices, and blazing cauldrons, and its folds seem to hold the memory of hundreds of meals hastily prepared between clashes. Whenever the bearer of this relic defeats an enemy, the hat generously rewards them with spoils, turning fallen flesh into simple yet hearty food.
Clot of Time This clot resembles a frozen drop of cosmos, within whose depths fragments of past moments slowly rotate. It is said to appear in places where time once cracked. In the hands of the relic's bearer, the clot allows them to briefly turn time back, as if erasing their own mistakes along traces that have not yet had time to fade.
Rider Flute This simple looking flute was often carried by nomads and messengers who spent most of their lives in the saddle. Its sound is more familiar to riding animals than any reins: one signal calls them to their owner, another makes them patiently wait for their time. Over time the flute gained a strange reputation, as if it could lock the body and soul of an animal until the rider once again needs to set out on the road.
Experience Disperser A small device within which crystalline fragments slowly rotate, capturing and refracting the very essence of accumulated experience. Their facets shimmer with a dim light, as if splitting the gained power into fine streams. Instead of allowing energy to concentrate in one place, the disperser evenly spreads it, linking all of the bearer’s relics together. With it, not a single fragment of power is wasted — it is merely shared, becoming collective.