A quick flash of steel was all that was seen in the moonlight...

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.

Built for an assassin, the Devouring hand can pass many an attempt to detect it, yet it demands a terrible price of its wearer...

When man thinks of the wild, he thinks of the lush greenery of the forest, of the majestic plains and the deep mountains. He thinks of the elegant wild deer, of the mighty bear and the stealthy wolf. But there is another side to nature. This is the Legacy of one who learned.

A weapon from before the time of men, enchanted in times of legend by the greatest of the land's druids.

A simple knife, designed to hold its poison far longer than a blade with poison simply smeared over it.

'Masterful Ares, god of war you place me in this dread place far from my home, no friends or family, and only you to talk to. Still even you seem never to answer. I have served you many a century and still you wont answer my prayer, well this last prayer I will send with all the blood of the men of this world if you will send me home.' Paladrim, his final prayer to Ares

A dark dagger of song, forged for vengance. It shall have that vengance.

A long sword with a curved light steel-like blade and a ruby inlaid into the pommel of the swords hilt. Used by the greatest of Warriors to vanquish their foes, be them good or evil.

'A man needs two things to become a saint. He must perform three miracles, and then he must die. Perform your miracles, sir, and come to me when you are ready to become a saint.'
—Azariah Saintmaker, Dread Lord of Hatred

A unique spear that was lost in production.

A sturdy, primitive Pictish axe

A spear that reflects the life of it's owner trough small Haiku like poems. As the soldier lives his life the spear casts a shadow of his great exploits. Small runes are carefully etched in the ash shaft after a great battle or another important event in the warriors life.

All that was left on the battlefield that day was a worn rusty sword, with BELIGITOR etched in the Blade.

'So this is the sword of Crog, the legendary hero...right?' This weapon may prove that psychology can be better than magic.

GROND!...GROND!...GROND!...
Thousands of orcs chant in unison as their champion and chieftan raises the black iron morningstar, they chant for the hammer of the underworld, the unbeatable weapon of orcdom.

Formed entirely of shadowstuff, Ranunculus passes through matter and living things. While objects are unaffected by its passing, living creatures, when struck, are stunned and descend instantly into madness, effectively removing them from any battle. Upon spoken command, Ranunculus will instantly return to its owner's hand.

Touched by the gods, this ancient blade is also called the Hero's Sword, Trevor's Folly, and Fooldoom depending on which song or tale is being told about it.

'Odd style, you present yourself with.'
'Yes indeed, it suits me well enough.'
::lunge:: ::parry:: ::cross:: ::reposte:: ::parry::
'Strange you lead with your dagger, yet you attack in defend with your right...'
'I'd honor you with a flourish from my left but that would hardly be fair...'
'First blood it is, on guard!'

A legendary sword used to hunt enemy leaders.