The Sons of Salem

An appropriately named jacket, coming in a variety of colors and woven with kevlar fabrics this blend of modern technology and fantastical ability can take you from anywhere to anywhere else you can imagine as the magic piggybacks on the connection Leon shares with the bog now untethered as a connection to the source of magic, anywhere in reality is merely a moment of focus away. You just probably want a good idea of where you're going lest you end up half way inside a wall.

The ring on Polamedes right hand starts to glow and grow until it is the size of a large dinner plate. Thin strands launch themselves from the now enlarged ring and hook into the flesh of the arm. The skin from finger to elbow flays backwards in strips like a swissroll. Under the skin tiny nanomachines start to assemble into a latticework, tightly packed but slowly expanding struggling to contain a large glowing blue energy. As the energy builds the ligaments in the elbow pop and shred and are replaced with thin strands of nanomachines support fibers. The forearm expands outward pulsing with energy, ballooning before causing it to collapse back in on itself releasing a large blue-black beam of electric-plasma that fires from the arm towards the target. The super charged beam of energy shoots towards its target, anything hit with the beam will slowly start disintegrating as the molecular structure holding it together is ripped apart and the cohesion between cells comes undone.

Afterwards the skin strips hang loose before the tiny bots start punching holes in the stipes and then threading them together with slimy stitches. Once all stripes are restitched the disconnected hands fingers break backwards pulling themselves back towards the wrist and reconnecting.

A mechanical arm comes out of the backpack, the red synthetic frame of the arm is hard to miss.

Not foolproof yet, but the silvery metal implant is placed along the back of the neck and runs up toward the base of the skull. Encoding data constantly from the brain via its connection, the implant is ready at all times to provide all data required to recreate the user. So long as the implant is taken to a suitable computing device, it can process the information and, using Dominic's patented energy into matter technology, create a new body for the subject on the spot. Though it does leave the question unanswered as to whether or not it's the same person or an entirely new person created in the image of the person who came before.

People tend not to believe in bad omens or bad luck, either out of fear or simple superstition. These people are incorrect. Moreover, this energy that many people relegate to being harmful can be twisted into something useful. Or, perhaps better described as something that has been purified.

This artifact looks like a card of some sort with - symbols carved into it. The user says the words,
"Come, o' spirit of Grimalkin."

In a greenish haze of mysterious mist, the card summons a black cat with a special pattern of white fur that seems deliberately painted or designed. This Cat hangs around and absorbs small amounts of "bad juju". It can be directed toward a battle scar, whereafter, it will begin to knead the flesh of its target, imbuing them with its incredible stored energy. This energy gives the body what it needs to regrow/fix the battlescar, though the Black Cat isn't capable of purging the energy once its finished and it has to come out somehow...

This device is a piece of chrome the size and shape of the back of a spoon. When placed against the skin, small hypodermic needles sprout from the device and attach it to the user's bloodstream. There, it filters and releases lifesaving drugs into the bloodstream, granting complete immunity from contracting new diseases and added resiliency in all other cases.

WARNING: The immunizing drugs have been shown to reduce inhibitions in test subjects.

The mad scientist can craft steel helmets that protect their wearers from mental influence and attack.