Aquilon-pattern Allarus plate is the heavy war-plate of the Terminator-grade Custodian, thicker even than Auramite — a shell that lifts the demigod's Toughness higher still and lets it translate onto the battlefield by deep strike, arriving amid the enemy where it is least wanted. It comes with the Allarus body and no other. Slow but nearly immovable, the warrior sealed within it is built to land, hold, and never be shifted from the ground it takes.
Auramite plate is the golden armour every Custodian is sealed into for life — a master-worked, body-grade shell that wards the demigod on a 2+ against almost anything the battlefield brings against it. It is not a mark to be swapped or a suit to be bought; it is part of the warrior, forged with him and worn until he falls. Beneath it the Custodian is already all but unkillable, and the Aegis turns aside what the plate does not.
The auspex is the watch-sense of the Ten Thousand made instrument — a scanner that reads the ground ahead and strips away an enemy's hidden setup nearby, denying the ambush before it springs. A Custodian or a Sister carrying one advances knowing what waits in the dark corners of the field. The guardians were bred to watch as much as to fight; the auspex is the eye that never blinks.
Custodes bionics are the augmetics and regenerative physiology of a demigod much-rebuilt over a long life of war — a body remade so many times that grievous harm is mended where a lesser warrior would be crippled. A Custodian carrying them shrugs off wounds that would end another fighter's campaign, dragging itself upright to answer the next blow. It is the flesh-and-iron endurance that makes the Ten Thousand so hard to keep down.
The Dawneagle jetbike is the Vertus Praetor's mount — a swift anti-grav machine that carries the demigod across the field at speed, lending its rider greater Toughness and an added measure of endurance. It comes with the Vertus body and defines its way of war: the lone operative that strikes wherever the gang needs a fight ended and is gone before support arrives. Fast, resilient, and lethal on the charge, it turns one Custodian into three corners of the table at once.
Grenades are the common ordnance a fighter carries into any war — frag to scatter a clustered enemy, krak to crack open armour and hull. A Custodian or a Sister takes a handful as a matter of course, small tools kept for the moment the blade or the bolt will not serve. Their profiles are held in the weapon armoury; here they are simply the kit every warrior carries.
The honour-icon is the aquila and purity seals a Custodian bears as a mark of station — the wax, parchment and gilded eagle that name a warrior of the Ten Thousand for what he is. It carries no edge and turns no blow, but it declares the bearer's rank and the honours ten thousand years have hung upon his order. A small thing, worn with the weight of everything behind it.
The misericordia is the execution dagger every Custodian carries at the belt — the Throne's mercy, a Parry blade kept for the killing stroke. It is wargear as much as weapon: the quiet end a demigod gives a foe already broken, the last cut that finishes what the spear began. No Custodian takes the field without one, and few enemies that meet it rise again.
The null-field is the Pariah's gift carried in the flesh — the walking dead-zone every Sister of Silence projects simply by being what she is. It is no device to be bought or worn; it is the absence in the warp that a soulless null-maiden trails wherever she goes, choking a psyker's power the moment she draws near. Against a witch-cult or a seer it is the sharpest thing the gang carries, and it costs nothing but the Sister's presence.
The Praesidium shield is the storm-shield the sword-and-shield Custodian bears — a master-worked slab of plate that throws up a field ward turning a blow aside on a 4 or higher, laid over the Auramite already worn. It is the wargear of the bulwark, chosen by a demigod meant to plant itself on an objective and hold it, Bashing back any foe that presses too close. Behind blade and Praesidium field a Custodian is very nearly immovable, and the line it anchors does not give.
Psyk-out grenades are the Sisters' anti-witch ordnance — null-charges hurled ahead of the advance to snuff out an enemy caster's craft before the blades arrive. A Sister carries a throw-kit of them for the seer or the sorcerer she hunts, silencing the witch even at a distance the Silence cannot yet reach. Their profile is held in the weapon armoury; here they are the consumable the null-maidens spend on the warp itself.
Sisters carapace is the null-maiden's war-plate, a practical shell that wards on a 4 or higher, far lighter than a Custodian's gold. It offers no demigod's protection and pretends to none; a Sister of Silence is frail beside the Ten Thousand, and her carapace only keeps her standing long enough to bring the Silence to bear. It is the armour of a fighter whose true defence is what she is — a Pariah the warp cannot touch — rather than what she wears.
The Vexilla is the banner of the Ten Thousand, borne by the Custodian Warden — the standard that has flown over ten thousand years of unbroken war. It projects the Vexilla aura: fighters near the bearer hold their nerve and steady their guard, rallying on the sight of it. More than a status-mark, it is the heart the gang forms around, and no son of the Emperor abandons it while he still stands to carry it.
The Vexilla Magnifica is the grander standard of the Ten Thousand — a taller, heavier banner crusted with throne-iconography and the honours of ten thousand years, raised over the host on the gravest fields. It carries the same steadying authority as the stock Vexilla but reaches further and holds harder: friendly fighters within twelve inches of its bearer auto-pass their Nerve tests, and beneath it a warrior may re-roll a second failed Aegis guard where the lesser banner grants but one. It is a rare and cumbersome relic, borne only by a Warden or Captain who has assembled it from a Vexilla and the throne's own iconography — a magnified standard for the demigods to rally on when the fighting is at its worst.