Weapons

This blade, infused with the breath of nature, resonates with its wielder's vigor to transfuse it into raw power. Nature does not aid those who march toward death, but those who fight to survive.

A weapon engineered to decisively strike an enemy's weak point. When this mace blocks an attack, the resulting opening promises the swiftest path to victory.

An erstwhile instrument of the execution grounds, this blade thirsts for death like a babe craves its mother's milk. With every life it claims, you feel its pleasure pulse through the grip.

Do not be fooled by its intricate craftsmanship and ornate appearance—the hand hidden behind that circular guard is patiently waiting for a chance to counter. And what a vicious strike it will be.

A sword that means, quite literally, "fearless." Forged by the elves and iterated on by human smiths, this blade excels in powerful single strikes. A weapon for those warriors who dread not death.

A dagger used in the shadowy corners of a faraway land. The wounds it inflicts spread a blinding drug throughout the recipient's body. Once used by the Shavers, assassins that were feared by all.

A legendary blade used by the Swordsman of Salvation. Its name means "starlight." Fitting, for the parts it cleaved from the God of Death were sent flying into the night sky, twinkling like stars.

A tuck designed for thrusting attacks. Though enchanted with a spell that reads the stars, it was named after the speed of its thrusts, the blurred shine of its blade like the tail of a comet.

A weapon which allows for the channeling of mental energy into masterful swordplay. Created by dwarven master craftsmen as a symbol of their greatest ambition: the revival of their ancient kingdom.

A stunning mace rumored to conjure butterflies with each strike and sing like a canary when swung. While hearsay, these claims are oddly unanimous among those who've been on its receiving end.

A wooden dagger, its core carved from the trunk of a sacred tree. Valued by the elves, who tended to eschew metal weapons. The tree's blessing, a hypnotic flower, is embedded in the blade.

This blade emanates an all-consuming shadow. Whomsoever wields it shall take up the tattered mantle of the king of darkness.

Supposedly meant to be one of several magic swords a legendary elven smith left in this world. The blade devoured the souls of its victims, dismaying the smith, and was considered a failure.

A two-handed axe named by a historian for its ancient purpose: carrying out sacrifices. For the tribe who used it, however, it was a sacred weapon gifted to them by the gods.

A lethal sword characterized by an undulating, slithering blade. All who feel its bite claim to see the ethereal specter of a snake—perhaps a vision conjured by the venom running through their veins.

"I shall not rest until I've vanquished my enemies. No matter how incessantly they suppress me, I will not disappear. I will outlast them all; it is you who will fade away."

This blade was forged by a dwarf who was referred to as the "Impulsive Sorcerer," the "Hammerless Smith," and various other strange names. Why? For the fun of it, of course.

It's said this blade was used to seal away the heart of a fell god from the abyss. Only after the smoldering rage within erupts into flames, incinerating all it cuts, is its abyssal fury quieted.

A legendary elven smith's masterwork. The blade's mechanisms all serve a purpose, and whichever section of blade makes contact with an enemy—forte, tip, back—grows stronger with each strike.

A one-handed axe that exudes the spirit of the wilderness. In the heart of nature, many have used this rugged blade to cleave their prey and survive another day.

A sword beloved by the fallen king of Aincrad. It served as proof of his royal status as both conqueror and transcendent being. Now the blade waits to be taken up once more by a new ruler.

The thrust of this fleuret evokes a refreshing breeze. Though simple in form, this blade's noble bearing makes it a hit with errant swordsmen seeking beauty on the battlefield.

One strike from this weapon is all it takes to understand pain. No amount of training can prepare you for it. So potent is its brutality, merely recalling the blow triggers the daze felt on impact.

An ancestral sword of the overworld's eastern kingdom. Once drawn, its blade requires blood—if not from the enemy, then from the wielder. Able to be thrown, impaling the enemy before they can react.