Equipment

Choice weapon of the legendary Warrior Monk Army from centuries past. It imparts a lesson more profound that words—delivered through sheer, uncompromising force.

Steel armor providing a bulwark of defense at the cost of increased weight. Beloved for its protection against melee attacks—even those of beasts—it gives the wearer the staunch courage of a soldier.

The executioner brings his axe down upon the neck of a trembling sinner, cleaving head from body. It was for this purpose this axe was made, and it has done its duty well.

Armor that burst into popularity among the superstitious after a fallen fighter miraculously survived a fatal blow. Few realize that, in truth, the warrior's lover asked a faith healer to intervene.

This hefty blade was not made for graceful arcs through the air, nor elegant swordplay. It was forged to crush and destroy. In essence, this is the ideal greatsword in all its barbaric glory.

A weapon seemingly suited to all things: striking, throwing, slashing, smashing. Yet, it is most deadly in the hands of someone that realizes it is merely an extension of the true weapon—oneself.

A replica based on blueprints by La Ban, the master craftsman of the underground kingdom of Aul'da. This weapon turns the wielder's energy into raw power, and is named for its destructive capacity.

Titanic in form, and descending upon foes like thunder. This weapon exists for one purpose alone: to crush skulls. One hit from this and... well, it wouldn't be a pretty sight, now would it?

Despite the unusual nature of this sword, it is not imbued with magic or an enchantment of any kind. It is the product of a lost world, borne from parts unknown.

An engineer stared intently at a single point on the ceiling and spoke: "This sword shall not be an instrument of death, but of life. Perhaps it will become the singular symbol of all weaponry."

One of the legendary weapons of the Swordsman of Salvation. Its name means "unyielding will," earned when the swordsman snatched victory from the jaws of defeat against a minion of the God of Death.

The warrior gazed at the weapon lovingly. "A demon's legendary blade. That's right—this weapon is not meant for any human. Even so, only by pushing beyond our limitations can we find our true worth."

A legendary shield housing the soul of a vanquished demon. Thirsting ever for battle, the demon provokes fights even in death—drawing foes near to keep the wearer locked in the ecstasy of combat.

The elegant arc this blade traces through the air evokes the warrior maidens of ancient myth. The sword sings and dances brilliantly in battle, eventually enveloping the wielder in a radiant veil.

Combat gloves made using overworlder methods. Woven from ultra-fine carbon fiber, they are soft, protective, and lightweight, allowing the wearer to deliver blows like bullets from a chamber.

The combat attire worn by city watchmen of the overworld. The process of making such clothing, complicated by Aincradian standards, was brought by overworlder women summoned a century ago.

Wielded normally, it appears as any ordinary blade. "That's when the built-in mechanism unleashes itself! I wonder if they'll even realize it's there," said the blacksmith, stirring a cocktail.

An ingenious dwarven axe. Vigorous swings cause the lightning inside to shock foes, but the toll it takes on one's spirit is great. Remember: to rely solely on a weapon is to never achieve victory.

A small one-handed iron sword. As can be seen from its thick blade, it was not designed to slice and cut but rather to hack and cleave. A constant of novices looking to build up their strength.

A lethal blade said to be forged by a lost civilization of desert dwellers. Fine sand-like grains of iron are loosened with each clash of steel, blinding opponents. Takes skill to use effectively.

A two-handed sword perfect for picking up fundamental techniques. New soldiers use it to quickly learn the nature of heavy blade combat: swing with full force for victory; hesitate, and all is lost.

Crude, unrefined, and rough. Is it not wonderful? Do you not feel within it the same beating pulse that echoes in your ears? Feed it well, for the more enemies you vanquish, the more its hunger shall grow.

One of the legendary weapons of the Swordsman of Salvation, its name means "key to victory." The Swordsman once discovered a devil among his retinue, and struck them down to save his allies.

Crafted by a shaman of a reclusive forest tribe, this shield is imbued with protection from the spirits. When raised, it repels physical attacks back at enemies through the sheer power of the soul.