Cursed swords that bring bad fortune to whoever wields them. Or are they?
A close-quarter combat weapon common in the Locastrian armed forces.
The traditional weapon worn by members of the Maul Rats Regiment.
Brumborion’s blade, the fang of the north, ice razor, the glacial sword, Givone’s Favor
A quick flash of steel was all that was seen in the moonlight…
Most soldiers walk tall with their swords, but few swords walk tall with their soldiers.
A wicked variant on an ancient weapon, the AtomForce NC-3000 is a multi-purpose, close combat tool that allows the wielder a true variety of force options at ranges too close for firearms.
Yet another use for the ubiquitous Iron Spike.
Swords are deliverers of death to the living. This one offers something more to those already dead…
Tired of losing those daily fights in the bathroom? Try this towel on for size.
A sword with a bitter history and a dark stigma
Tantalum is a rare, blue-grey metal that is found deep within the chasms of Ferchiun*. Immune to all but the strongest acids, if more had heard of it would be more sought after. It is nearly as hard as adamantine and holds an edge equally as well. Those few who believed such a tale did not return from their quest to gather any, or if they did, it was not to the homes from which they came.
A magic weapon common among the Orcish tribes
The sword of swords, it is what it needs to be.
If your gonna bury someone, you may as well make sure they stay buried, right? Well, this will definately help.
If drawing your sword won’t send people running, then maybe this sword’s singing will.
"So you have burned down the village?"
"Speak no more! I see the guilt in your eyes. Prepare for your punishment!"
The Median forked dagger, a weapon evolved out of hunter’s tools, found almost exclusively in northeastern Media.
An ancient relic of a long-dead hero and a link to the divine
The tomb robber smashed his way into the royal barrow, and shone his torch around. Painted upon the walls was a fresco of a king pulling a sword from a stone, and in front of the sarcophagus was a large lump of lead with a sword hilt within it. He pulled at the hilt and grinned as a sword with it’s blade glowing a soft green emerged from the lead, wondering how much money he could sell it for.
Real world scientists have accidentally opened a tear in the fabric of reality, transporting their laboratory into the game world. Unable to repair and/or refuel their equipment in this (to their minds) primitive world they are now trapped.