A rapier inspired by a fallen kingdom’s tale. “What winter stole long ago cannot be reclaimed. Now, I beg you, find rest with those who awaited your return.”
A rapier distinguished by its moonlike design. The crescent ornament where the hilt meets the blade is said to have been made for the sword’s first owner, Liberre, the Moon Swordfighter.
A Demenissian weapon in Delesyian style. Though Delesyia’s advanced technology drew a sense of alert from other factions, such as Demeniss, their alluring innovations were sought through either diplomacy or force.
A rapier favored by the upper class. While the social circles of Demeniss have always been rife with intrigue, a recent event at the royal castle led to the downfall of many prestigious families. As a result, a large number of high-quality, ownerless rapiers have flooded the market.
A rapier crafted by House Elemore. Of all Demeniss’s noble families, Elemore’s wealth, reputation, and influence shine brightest, so it’s no wonder they are often envied.
A rapier issued to newly appointed Inquisitors. Within the Tribunal of the Great Cause, ascending to the high ranks requires loyalty to Bastier rather than a sense of justice. For some, this blade is not a badge of honor, but a mark of shame.
A standard dueling rapier of Demeniss. No matter how much one clings to formality and wields a graceful blade, the truth remains: in the end, it is strength that claims what it desires.
A poorly made rapier imitating House Elemore’s weapons. Worthless in battle, it’s bought by impoverished nobles for appearances, revealing Demeniss society’s obsession with vanity.
A rapier once used by Demeniss’s guard captain. Its rapier-style wire guard wraps around the hand, and it was called the White Wind, the captain’s nickname.
A double-edged axe specially ordered by Sizlek the Insatiable. Though crafted to be light enough for one-handed use, it is more than capable of delivering a fatal attack. It vanished during transit.
An axe crafted for outpost commanders. It was intended as a symbol of glory for officers who distinguished themselves in combat. However, as internal chaos brought Demeniss’s war of conquest to a halt, it remained an ill-fated weapon that never saw actual use.
An easy-to-handle axe. It was crafted to serve as a weapon, free of unnecessary ornamentation. A trend that started among northern warriors, it has since spread across the entire continent.
An axe named after the legend of Kylus. According to the story, he descended from the heavens to mark the land where Pailune would rise. Ancestors then bestowed their sacred blessing upon it.
A nimble axe capable of fast, consecutive attacks. Its flexibility in complex combat situations makes it popular among those with some weapon experience.
An axe wielded by the Crow Brothers. They swear blind loyalty to their leader, Draven, honing their assassination skills to become his faithful weapon. Hesitation is not forgiven.
Its luxurious ornamentation boasts a distinct aesthetic sense, setting it apart from Gilliam’s rugged axe. For the noble warrior looking to flaunt a refined style, Lambert’s Axe is a far better fit than the simple Gilliam’s.
An axe crafted for the Timberham Sawmill. Surprisingly well-balanced, it serves as a tool and weapon. It’s a reliable companion for any traveler seeking practical arms.
An axe imbued with the essence of Pailune. Before Ashclaw Keep was constructed, a legendary smithy stood within the volcanic regions of Silverwolf Mountain. Legend has it that an unnamed blacksmith cast himself into the lava to forge the ultimate axe.
A rapier used in the coronation ceremonies of the Thorel royalty. Once a symbol of Demeniss’s prosperity and royal legitimacy, it is now a faded relic that serves only as a reminder of past glory.
A rapier said to have been wielded by a renowned duelist. After Leonne announced her retirement, her rapier found its way into the black market. However, as merchants began flooding the market with counterfeits, the original became impossible to identify.
One of a pair of twin blades crafted as a token of love. Among lovers in Pywel, it’s popular to commission a matching set of weapons and share them between each other. This lone rapier hints at the tragic fate of its owners.
A Demeniss weapon in Pailunese style, once gifted to bridge the divide between Pailune and the Kingdom of Demeniss. The Pailunese scoffed, claiming it looked more suited for sewing than for war.
A mass-produced rapier by House Grace. Lady Grace, once its wielder, vanished like many other women who were close to the count. As for why, people can only whisper cautious guesses.
A pure white blade radiating an eerie power. This weapon was forged using a refinement process unlike any other. Every swing seems to echo with the howl of a beast.
A sword forged from unknown material. Crafted with ancient skills now forgotten, this weapon is lighter than a standard sword. However, grappling its center of gravity is tricky, making it difficult to handle for anyone without mastery as a swordsman.
The Knight of Fortune’s sword. He clad himself head to toe in gleaming gold and adorned it with jewels. With this sword, he took countless lives, yet he could never escape his thirst for greed to the very end.
The sword that slew the Fire Dragon. It was originally an honorable weapon passed down through generations of Urdavah’s Dragon Knights. However, Tristan betrayed his homeland, and it found a new master.
Fortain, the Cursed Knight’s sword. Through a contract with Hexe Marie, he gained the power to command his clone. But the moment he lost a fight, he was beheaded by that very clone.
A sword once used by the Reed Devil. The people of Sunset Valley tell a legend of a demon who stained the reed fields with blood, but how much of the tale is true is hard to know.
Ludvig’s sword. Ludvig’s sword. Crafted for dual-wielding, it is relatively lightweight. Given the owner’s notoriety, steeped in blood and betrayal, the weapon’s appearance is surprisingly modest.
An antique weapon crafted through a sophisticated process. Originally forged for the Celeste royal family, its whereabouts became a mystery after Hernand lost its status as a kingdom. It is said that Hornsplitter spent an unimaginable fortune to stow this blade.
A masterpiece painstakingly crafted by Sizlek the Insatiable. Fundamentalist Goblins making dangerous inventions is nothing new, but this sword was designed to channel recklessly powerful currents through its blade. It could be wielded without fear only because a lust for power overcame even terror itself.
A treasured sword with an intricate pattern engraved on its blade. It is the weapon of a legendary hero who fought to protect the smiles of many. Though it was once inseparable from its matching scabbard, the sheath’s whereabouts are now unknown. It may look like a decorative piece, but it remains surprisingly sharp.
A mysterious scimitar imbued with a radiant golden glow. Much like the history of the Crimson Desert, shrouded in mystery to outsiders, this weapon is equally enigmatic. Its ornate patterns and bizarre embellishments suggest the blade was forged for ritualistic purposes.
A desert sword of uncertain origin. Sometimes found buried in sand, it is restored by skilled smiths into a weapon still fit for use today. Some scholars claim it is evidence of a vanished ancient civilization of the Crimson Desert.
A sword wielded by the earthen swordsmen of Hexe Sanctuary. Hexe Marie calls her earthen soldiers her children, but she discards them easily, raising doubts about what “child” means to her.
A blade fit for the tough warriors of the north. The wolf that ran with men longed to become human. Trading tooth and nail for a sword of faith, it stands as a guardian of its kin, fighting for the home it chose.
One of a pair of twin blades crafted as a token of love. Among the lovers of Pywel, it is a popular custom to share a matching pair of weapons. This lone sword hints at the tragic end of its owners.
A sword, bearing the name of Sydmon, the ordinary blacksmith. “There’s a tale every soul who works iron knows well. It’s the story of Sydmon, the ordinary blacksmith.”
A standard-issue weapon once used by the Wells military. It became so popular after passing House Wells’ rigorous standards that soldiers from other units and adventurers would pay out of pocket to acquire it. However, with the introduction of a new standard-issue sword, it has since been labeled an outdated model.
A mass-produced sword crafted by House Glenmore of Hernand. It features a uniquely curved handguard, a design inspired by the warped blade of a sword once cherished by the previous head of the Glenmore family.
A mace once wielded by Lucian Bastier, Grand General of the Kingdom of Demeniss. Its head bears the royal crest, and its sharp spikes are as splendid and cruel as his ambition.
The mace of Cassius Morten, the traitor. Only he himself knows if he truly believed in Bastier’s ideals. He was still a coward who stained his mace with the blood of his people.
A heavy club engraved with an ornate pattern. Its exquisite balance makes it remarkably easy to wield. It is said that a blacksmith with no knowledge of engineering poured his passion into this weapon to prove his service to Marni.
A practical mace made at a workshop in Demeniss. Its bud-shaped iron head delivers powerful impact to a single point, and the leather-wrapped grip prevents slipping even on long marches.
A mace made with the scales of Aeserion, the Great Serpent. The scales used for this weapon are imbued with a power not of this world. The benevolent god bestowed wisdom upon people in the distant past, and today, he has even offered scales containing his power. This is because he loves the inhabitants of Pywel more than anything else.
A baton sacrificed to a whim. Though this marching baton was crafted for Marni, the eccentric man began tinkering with it himself, claiming the center of gravity was off. He lost interest the moment the work was finished, and its whereabouts have been a mystery ever since.
A hammer that has shattered countless skulls. It boasts immense destructive power and durability. Designed by the renowned artisans of Crimson Desert, it maintains its form even in extreme environments like the desert.
A mace wielded by the earthen soldiers of Hexe Sanctuary. When the jar shatters, the sound is like a scream. Perhaps it is the wailing of tormented souls, fleeing at last to freedom.
A club crafted by desert merchants. Safely traversing the lawless regions of the Crimson Desert is the ultimate trial for any merchant. The merchants of the Saltroad Trading Post forged this weapon to defend themselves against marauders.
A weapon crafted from thorns naturally shed by the Sacred Tree of Roothold. It is said that branches forcibly broken from the tree lack the strength required to make a weapon. Consequently, it is a custom in Roothold to offer sincere rituals to the tree and collect only the branches that have fallen.
A club crafted by the Mistwood Hunters. It’s said that using materials taken from a still-living woodland spirits produces higher-quality weapons. As if the pain from being torn away has seeped into them, the spikes are eerily sharp.
A mallet crafted by House Lanford of Calphade. House Lanford has a tradition of awarding these hammer to soldiers who distinguish themselves in battle. While their strict standards remain unchanged, the number of mallets has grown as more soldiers have risen to meet them.
A sturdy mace crafted from interwoven stones of Arcosa. Its origins are shrouded in mystery, and its braided cords and feather adornments suggest value beyond simple weaponry.
A Pailunese hammer woven with red threads for good fortune and prayers for a warrior’s safe return. As long as fate’s thread endures, even lost warriors find their way home.
A hammer crafted in Calphade. They say there are no ordinary civilians in Thalwynd. That may be an exaggeration, but it’s rare to find a Thalwynd local who can’t wield a hammer.
A hammer in traditional Odeck style. The ruins surrounding Odeck are often cited as evidence for the claim that the origins of the Pailunese people, including those of Odeck, are fundamentally different from those of other peoples of Pywel. This is only the view of certain scholars.
A crude, roughly crafted club. Designed solely for killing, it is devoid of any artistry. It evokes the chilling sensation that the scent of its victims’ blood still clings to it.
A hammer named after the apprentice knight, Balton. His courage in the face of injustice serves as a paragon for the people of Calphade. It was crafted in the likeness of the hammer Balton used to strike the warning bell just before he died.
An axe featuring an imposing black blade. Blacksmiths of old believed that forging weapons with black blades would allow the wielder to absorb the souls of fallen enemies. While the era of such superstition has passed, the tradition of crafting weapons from black iron remains.
An axe that looks more like an instrument for rituals than a weapon. Strange moss clings inside its ring, resisting all scrubbing. Beneath it are traces left by necks once hung from the ring.
An axe forged by House Lanford of Calphade. This weapon is a testament to the strength of Calphadean steel. House Lanford’s loyalty to Hernand is said to be as unyielding as their steel.
Its sturdy design boasts a level of practicality that sets it apart from Lambert’s ostentatious axe. For warriors seeking reliable a weapon, Gilliam’s Axe is a far better fit than Lambert’s superficial offering.
Goyen’s Sword. Traces of time it endured can be seen all over, yet its edge is honed sharper than any other blade. Some things only grow tougher the more they’re worn. Enlightenment will begin where the swords of past and present cross.
The sword held by the last king of a forgotten kingdom until his final moments. It is said to be engraved with a pattern symbolizing the ancient royal house, but no one remains who can decipher its meaning.
Jian’s sword. Known as a sword that symbolizes justice and determination. According to legend, this sword was made by Pailunese craftsmen using minerals that fell from the sky.
A curved sword used by Crowcaller. The golden-hued curved blade slices through the wind, leaving blood and death in its wake. And it is said that those who fall to this sword become sacrificial offerings to the crows. The moment it is swung, the cry of a crow echoes across the sky.
A sword once wielded by Giath. Its curved blade is lined with saw-like barbs, a cruel design that tears at flesh. It fought alongside him through countless hunts, stained with the blood of innumerable lives, beast and human alike.
A sword made with the scales of Aeserion, the Great Serpent. The scales used for this weapon are imbued with a power not of this world. The benevolent god bestowed wisdom upon people in the distant past, and today, he has even offered scales containing his power. This is because he loves the inhabitants of Pywel more than anything else.
The sword of a warrior who slew a legendary dragon. Its flashing edge seems capable of cutting through anything, and it boasts durability enough to endure a dragon’s flames. To some, it is a wondrous symbol of historic achievement, to others, merely a tool that slew a noble being in pursuit of tainted fame.
A sword named after the bridge leading to Varnia. The Alabaster Bridge is the only road linking Varnia to Pywel, making it the symbol of Varnia’s trade.
A traditional sword forged to emulate the martial prowess of the Forgotten General, the guardian of Odeck. While little remains of her legacy beyond her fame and techniques, legends tells of her spear, still resting somewhere within the deep valleys of Odeck.
A well-worn sword, marked by countless hands. Though a lone wolf seems solitary, it longs for the pack that completes it. Scattered, perhaps, but a pack never truly disappears.
A mace once held by the Marquis of Calphade on the border front. Its blackened head and red cloth embody the resolve of House Lanford, known as the Unyielding Shields. Every swing lands with a heavy ring, like a vow to never fall back.
A mace said to have been made in the likeness of Marni’s own hand. Though his actions and inventions baffle many, Delesyians accept his eccentricities, trusting results over reason.
A club designed by the orc artisan Octarr. Although the great blacksmith was never a warrior, it is said he took up the weapon himself to stand against injustice. Today, however, few who wield this club remember the convictions he held.
A mace forged at Gorthak Ironworks. Crafted by melting recyled iron and reforging it with orcish smithing skill, this weapon boasts a simple, practical design and exceptional steel quality.
A mace forged by House Lanford of Calphade. Its superb quality is sought by those beyond Calphade. As seen in Lanford’s armaments, Calphade is known for masterful mace craftsmanship.
A weapon made by chance. A sorcerer, who frequently snapped massage wands due to their overwhelming arm strength, used magic to enhance one. The result was an object far more sinister than its original purpose intended.
A mace crafted solely with timber from Odeck. Odeck is surrounded by nature and has plenty of resources from its rich forests. Though wooden, it rivals even the finest steel weapons.
A club crafted at Thornbriar Fortress in Wells. True to its name, the design is modeled after a blooming flower bud. Like a flower forged from steel, it symbolizes that House Wells’ loyalty to the Thorel Dynasty will never wither.
A club named after the apprentice knight Balton. His courage in the face of injustice serves as an inspiration to the people of Calphade. It is said that Balton only wielded this mace when delivering judgment upon evil.
A worn hammer named after the miserly warrior, Bekker. “Mockery hounded Bekker, the miserly warrior, wherever he went. Scorn was clinging to his every step.”
