"Auriel alone saw past Lucion's guise. With Al'maiesh aloft, she smote the vile prince. Hatred's seed feigned death and waited, loath to enter the Abyss again." - The Great Conflict, Tome I

"Thus Tyrael, a perfect aspect of Justice, came to be. None were more vehement against the forces of hell. All demonic entities learned to shudder at Justice's might."
-The Books of Jarl, Volume I

Harrogath, the final bastion of resistance against Baal's assault on Mt. Arreat was destroyed along with the Worldstone. The survivors never forgave the betrayal that led to the loss of their home.

“He was not a victim of the curse - he sought it out. As his skin split and his bones cracked, his laughter never ceased."
– Tale of the Mad Nobleman

When the Days of Ash began, the great druid Nafain reminded his disciples that nothing, not even the loss of their humanity, was too great a sacrifice to protect Túr Dúlra from Astaroth's flames.

Crafted by the cannibal Armoda, each piece of this interlocking armor has been sharpened into a knife's edge. Even a century after death, the plate remained on her corpse, unable to be removed safely.

"To create such an artifact would require an impossible mastery over alchemy, transmutation and the subtle magics of the soul. By all rights, it should not exist, yet it does."
- Artisan Callas

"The Cathedral of Light's earliest attempts at crafting their penitent armor was to infuse the plate with painful blood magic, before such acts were deemed heretical."
- Barrett's Book of Implements

"The infamous Necromancer Gaza-Thul's mastery over blood magic was indisputable. Many suspect that upon his death, his skin was used to fashion this eldritch armor."
- Barrett's Book of Implements

"The infamous Necromancer Gaza-Thul's mastery over blood magic was indisputable. Many suspect that upon his death, his skin was used to fashion this eldritch armor."
- Barrett's Book of Implements

"Rumor has it he lost them in a game of Skull & Anchor, but the boss is a devil with the dice. I think he wanted to give the poor sod something to keep him warm without wounding his pride."
- Elstir

"In fairer times, the Emperor gifted Prince Aidan a gilded shroud. Still a boy, not yet full height, it dwarfed poor Aiden. Briefly, Leoric's growing madness abated from laughter." -Deckard Cain

The power you have is never enough.

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This ceremonial armor was once adorned during the He Sutsar Puchē, where sacred blood is drawn by jacinth lancets and offered to flames. It retains the scents of incensed smoke and scorched copper.

"Hate begets Destruction and Destruction begets Terror, as Terror begets Hate and Hate begets..."

Dozens of small metal plates are bound together, granting flexibility without sacrificing protection. Many of the plates have names etched into them, perhaps of those who wore this armor before you.

A stygian suit of armor bearing the smoldering name of a "faithful" soul on every scale and plate. While worn, a chorus of barely audible screams can always be heard.

The first set of robes given to a Horadrim apprentice. The garment itself is decorated with ornate yet faded astrological charts and symbols and a curious letter “E” has been sewn onto the inside.

A set of fine crusader’s armor ravaged by time. The outside bears numerous small, weathered parchment scrolls scribed with mighty and holy deeds performed by the armor’s previous keepers.

Unholy runes are barely visible among the dents from ancient battles.

Terror begets Hate and Hate begets Destruction, Destruction begets Terror..

"Dregs do not sleep - they cannot. The pain keeps them awake. For every pus-filled fissure in their skin, they feel a thousand blades, every morning and every night." -Sihek

"Dregs do not sleep - they cannot. The pain keeps them awake. For every pus-filled fissure in their skin, they feel a thousand blades, every morning and every night." -Sihek

"Favored by Pitiless Gur, this heavy armor remains painfully cold to the touch, even in the hottest of climates."
- Barrett's Book of Implements

"Favored by Pitiless Gur, this heavy armor remains painfully cold to the touch, even in the hottest of climates."
- Barrett's Book of Implements