Symian:
The helmet is just that, a helmet, at the flail is a heavy one, designed for use with two hands.
The scalemail and the large metal shield are both magic, and you can detect an enchantment aura on both the objects. However, when you touch them your head start spinning and your stomach roils from the evil feeling they give out.
The sage also takes a good look at the remnants before answering any more questions. "As to why you are here, I am not sure. From what I was able to understand, you are here for a purpose that would reveal itself over time. How you got here is much easier to explain. You were brought here by magic of course! A powerfull spell was cast to bring you here, a spell of such power that surpas my own by far, and my powers are quite formidable indeed."
By now Myria start speaking as well. "A joining of both my own and Norkolis gods did this. They together cast a spell to get you here. I am indeed sorry, but we are as confused as you are about this whole affair. We won't ask you to join in our war, for after this attack it is surely a war, but somehow you were brought into this. It is now clear to me who we are up against. This was a Revenant, a creature belonging to Maldibion the Untrue, the God of Dreams. I will call in leaders from the other communities, and hopefully we will be able to start an alliance against this formidable and unpredictable foe. If you would like to stay, we might be able to determine more of what your purpose in this will be."