MEGA Mall storefront
Enchanted blades, ritual edges, and weapon rites with paperwork that bites.
44 goods on the shelfFull catalog
Ammunition
Twenty loads that leave a thin silver thread on the astral for a few breaths after impact. Hunters use them to paint fleeing spirits; snipers hate them because every mage in the bay can draw a line back to the muzzle.…
Ammunition
A fifty-round linked belt with a repeating seal stamped every fifth link. For the rigger or gunner who expects the hallway to stop being polite.…
Ammunition
Thirty flechettes for SMG or PDW feeders, each needle tipped with cold-iron alloy and a hairline seal. They tumble ugly in meat and uglier in things that only pretend to have organs.…
Ammunition
Twenty rifle rounds with a banked ember rite in the tip. They do not explode. They leave a mean little heat that spirits hate and insulation foam hates more.…
Ammunition
Thirty blanks with inert seal stamps for teaching reload drills, scabbard etiquette, and the face you make when a gate clerk asks what is in the magazine. They will not hurt a spirit.…
Ammunition
Twenty pistol/SMG loads with a pale spiral stamped into the base. Against meat they punch like ordinary jacketed rounds. Against things that forgot how to be solid, they refuse to miss the idea of a body.…
Ammunition
Twenty subsonic pistol loads with a mute-working in the powder. The bang becomes a thick cough. The seal still wakes against wards. Bound Arms recommends a can and a lawyer; they sell neither.
Ammunition
Eighteen revolver cartridges packed with iron grit and blessed salt like grandma's stories finally got a factory.…
Ammunition
Twelve shotgun or launcher baton-loads packed with salt and a stun-working. Meant to drop a manifested pest without opening the pressure wall. Still breaks ribs. Still enrages anything that was only partly here.…
Ammunition
Twenty pistol or SMG-compatible slugs with a pressed seal on the base. They don't make louder bangs. They make uglier holes in things that shrug ordinary lead. Bound Arms will not discuss spirits. The paperwork does.
Ammunition
Twenty rifle loads for the hunters who still believe paper and prayer stop the same things. The jackets are dull grey; the tips carry a salt-iron wash that stinks faintly when heated.…
Ammunition
Twenty AP loads that carry both a penetrator core and a thin void-thread. Expensive, loud on Court scanners, and popular with people who fight armored thralls and pretend that is a normal Tuesday.…
Ammunition
Ten shotgun shells that look like birdshot until the pattern wakes. On a ward line or hung seal they tear ugly holes. On a hallway full of civilians they still throw pellets.…
Magic/Tech Fusion
The cheap, common, slightly embarrassing option: clip-ons for your existing glasses or goggles. Bound Arms sells them by the tray near the register.…
Magic/Tech Fusion
A hard visor with redundant film and a mute switch under the temple. Built for people who get spit on and still have to see whether the suspect is wearing a hung charm.…
Magic/Tech Fusion
A sealed optic brick for utility and security drones so the rigger can see hung signatures without stuffing Magery into a skull jack.…
Magic/Tech Fusion
A lightweight tagger that paints a soft astral flag on anything the drone's assense optic calls 'not meat.' Riggers use it to keep the rest of the crew from walking into invisible problems.…
Magic/Tech Fusion
An extendable boom mic for drones that listens for ward hum the way a sniffer listens for ozone.…
Magic/Tech Fusion
Ritual Knife (Honed) is a narrow blackened ritual knife, honed for clean material cuts rather than theatrical bloodletting.…
Magic/Tech Fusion
Plain frames with a thin Court-grade assense film in the lenses. Every awakened hunter owns a pair; half the mundane bounty clerks own a cheaper knockoff that gives headaches.…
Weapon Modification
A drop-in trigger group tuned for sealed primers and the weird hang time of phase loads.…
Weapon Modification
A can with a mute-working and a baffle stack that tolerates sealed ammo. Louder than marketing, quieter than a lawsuit.…
Weapon Modification
A sleeved wrap that teaches a mundane barrel to throw sealed loads without shaking the working apart.…
Weapon Modification
A vial of grey oil that dulls the ring of steel without dulling the edge. Six careful applications. Bound Arms sells it next to the knives and pretends it is only for musicians.
Weapon Modification
A cheek-piece inlay that settles recoil noise in the astral as much as in the shoulder. Shooters say the rifle 'stops arguing.' Mages say it stops screaming.…
Weapon Modification
Clips, braid, and a sleeve liner that keep an enchanted edge from waking every time the tram brakes.…
Weapon Modification
Replacement iron sights with a thin assense thread in the rear notch. When you aim, hung signatures near the point of aim tick cold. They do not paint a HUD. They do not replace Magery.…
Weapon Modification
This is the service behind the Nightglass blade, sold to people too attached to their own sword to buy another one.…
Weapon Modification
A reinforced lug and catch kit so a Wardbreaker bayonet sits true on rifles that were never meant for honest knives. Includes grounding washers.…
Weapons
A braided whip whose tip sheds a grey spark when cracked in mana-thick air. Arena schools and marshals both buy it. Bound Arms stamps the handle with a house mark you can feel in the dark.
Weapons
A broad machete with a warden-mark along the spine for clearing brush, cable, and the occasional hung charm someone left in a crawlspace.…
Weapons
A chopping falchion with a pale bone-thread inlay along the false edge. The inlay is certified clean. Bound Arms will not say from what. The blade likes thick targets and hates careful duelists.…
Weapons
This listing buys a made-to-order commission based on the original Cabin Leaves, with one owner named at the final fitting before the permanent bond closes.…
Weapons
A short spear with a heat-treated head that holds a banked ember rite. In low light the tip looks wet. Karthunai arena marshals hate it; boarding crews love it.…
Weapons
A heavy dirk with a shadow-tempered fuller that drinks berth light. Cheap enough that Bound Arms keeps a stack. Expensive enough that the seal still works. Spacer fashion says wear it open; Court fashion says don't.
Weapons
A short hatchet with a rune-inlaid poll meant for hatch dogs and stubborn seals, not speeches. The binding smells like hot tar when it wakes. Mercs buy it; priests pretend they don't recognize the pattern.
Weapons
The Nightglass Jian begins as honest spring steel, then spends three days in a vacuum kiln while carbon crystal grows across the edge one black layer at a time. Under berth light the coating looks oily, almost wet.…
Weapons
A slim saber with a glass-clear edge channel that holds a stored cutting rite. It hums when drawn in a warded room.…
Weapons
A matching left-hand dagger for the Oathglass saber, same glass-clear edge channel, same keyed seal language on the sheath. Bound Arms will sell it alone, but the clerk's eyebrow does most of the upselling.…
Weapons
A matched pair of slim stilettos with latch-sigils under the guards. Sold as one purchase because Bound Arms got tired of people returning 'the lonely one.' They ride flat against the ribs and wake with a cold click whe…
Weapons
A thin cord that looks like prayer thread until it isn't. Bound Arms keeps it under the counter and asks for a name that matches a warrant. The knot never quite sits the same way twice.
Weapons
A heavy cutlass with a star-punch ricasso and a grit-working in the spine. Made for hatch dogs, cable, and the kind of fight that happens in three meters of corridor.…
Weapons
A matched pair of blunt shortsword trainers cut to Cabin Leaves geometry so students can learn Dual-Weapon without borrowing someone's bonded disaster. The 'Nightglass' line is paint. The balance is not.…
Weapons
A heavy bayonet with a notched ricasso meant to catch and tear hung wards. Ugly on purpose — Bound Arms sells replacement notches like drill bits and will not apologize for the look.…