Weapons

The warrior sought the ultimate attack, yet fell short of his goal. Despairing, he put his all into a final strike, collapsing upon the battlefield. Awed, a witness named his weapon Crushing Cascade.

A ceremonial sword lavishly adorned with decorative inlays. It is not to be underestimated, however, as divine miracles are assured upon the completion of its ritual.

A silver blade said to be quenched in the pure forest springs around the Sacred Tree. Enchanted with an elven frost spell, this sword cleaves so deeply it freezes the flesh as well as the heart.

A silver dagger handed down through myriad generations. Light, yet solid, its material reacts to the magical energy flowing through Aincrad, shining just as brightly now as it did in the overworld.

This enchanted mithril blade, imbued with frost magic, emanates a cold light that radiates eternally. This radiance is a reflection of the icy, frozen gaze of the elf who gave their life to forge it.

A magic silver rod with an odd enchantment that detects enemies and grows lighter with each successive strike. Blink and you might just miss the entire fight.

This sword's true merit emerges once pushed through a target. The blade's smith demonstrated with a smile: "Pierce the enemy and its enchantment activates. Pain for foes, blessings for the wielder."

The heart's blood circulates 'round, as does the fate of all things. This concept of universal connection, dubbed the "Eternal Wheel" by an astrologist, inspired a smith to craft this fate-piercing sword.

A sword that gets sharper with each successive slice? Preposterous! Surely no such blade exists—aside from this one, that is.

A curious sword made from neither wood, stone, nor metal. Supposedly the life force of the forest is housed within, emanating a sylvan warmth that calms the minds of warriors in the throes of battle.

Its claws seek only to destroy, and its fangs bite mercilessly into flesh. Frightened? Worry not—stick this into the enemy, and let your fear wash away like so much blood.

A simple knife, notable only for how ordinary it is. Once you get the hang of it, its versatility and ease-of-use make it hard to replace. A masterwork well-loved by many seasoned adventurers.

The all-consuming machine of battle churns ever on. No matter how long one endures, there is but one final terminus. "Mortal's Bane"—does this name refer to the fate of the opponent, or the wielder?

This sword was forged within a raging inferno. The dwarven smith who created it proudly declared the blade would incinerate all it sundered—before he, too, was engulfed in the flames.

A dagger with a will of its own, afflicted by a curse strong enough to kill a saint. Hold this weapon and seal the fate of two: the wielder, and the one whose blood its blade is destined to spill.

Named for its desire to take the measure of opponents in battle. It requires little imagination to guess what becomes of those it deems unworthy.

Though withered and decayed, the fallen branch of a sacred tree still clung to life. Taking pity, a sorcerer transformed it into a sword. The branch joyously aided warriors with a newfound purpose.

The love between a warrior and the spirit of the north wind was destined to fail—their worlds were too different. So the spirit gave the warrior this sword. "Surely it will protect you in my place."

Nestled within its vitreous blade rests a goddess statue blessed with a hundred days of votive prayer. Each prayer contained the same plea: that the wielder of the blade may return home safely.

"The head of this hammer is three times heavier than most cudgels," the craftsman explained. "And its centrifugal force allows for devastating attacks. Weight, you see, is one's greatest tool."

Strategy? Technique? Never heard of 'em. Hammers are all about one thing—smashing things to bits with all your might!

A blade once wielded by a merciless minotaur. There is no room for sentimentality in battle. If any vestiges of pity yet remain in you, expunge them. Churn them into hate—into raw, crushing power.

Holding this weapon fills you with the fiery zeal of a charging bull. Never yield, never surrender. Push ever onward, swinging your weapon with abandon, smashing all obstacles into a fine dust.

Despite its sharp appearance, this blade sports a blunt edge. The rust-proof, keen-edged look is merely meant to deceive its foes—for this sword exists solely to smash and destroy.