Vassal Weapons Novels & Stories

​Seated upon a throne constructed from the splintered keels of sunken warships was High Warlord Cassian Vane. ​Cassian was taller and leaner than his disgraced mainland predecessors, his skin pale as bleached bone and his eyes a cold, milky white—a side effect of deep-sea shadow magic. He wore dark kraken-leather armor inlaid with crimson runic steel, and at his knee rested a massive, double-bladed harpoon that hummed with dark energy. ​Before the dais knelt the bruised and battered commander whom Dom had kicked out of The Drowned Anchor just hours prior.

All classes of nobility even commoners lived in luxury and luxury. So rich and magnificent, but sparkling diamonds must be washed with blood. Chammis III began to enforce slavery. He captured a large number of people in the defeated countries of the East, bringing them back as slaves. Abundant labor resources without spending a single penny brought great benefits to the Empire. This caused the territory of the Vasking region to rapidly expand. Of course, there are also mixed opinions about this creepy regime, but it doesn't go anywhere: "There are no permanent friends, no permanent enemies. Only the national interest is permanent.”

“Arsenal…? This means you had a lot of weapons in your hand…?” “Affirmative.” Stop talking like that. Were you sick? You were talking normally a few minutes ago. “I need to borrow an assault rifle—” “Denied. Only old melee weapons allowed.” This means he had high-tech guns and melee weapons. “…Fine. I need to borrow two swords— for dual wielding.” I said. “Access granted.” After he agreed, he activated a magic circle in front of his right hand. “Crap…!” He nudges his glasses.

Rashak's strategy was good and impressive. We set our mind into the jobs given to us. Ivory and Rella begin using their knowledge to open the door of the witch's room while we all went to inventory to gather as much weapons as we could. My hand went to a sharp two sided sword and a pair of rolling blades. They were meant to kill any enemy since the blades were coated from poison. Rashak brought big trunks to keep the weapons in one place. We polished the blades and coated them with a layer of lethal poison and put them inside the trunk. Our job was almost done.

You cried a lot when slicing their throats," Einar offered. I pffted loudly and grinned, confusing the others around me. "I was a youngster then and grew out of it. I can't believe that is what he's referring to," I responded in my mind. My eyes widened suddenly seeing the glint of the metal chainmail lying on Vossler's cedar chest. "Is Gallum permitted to use weapons?" I questioned both Vossler and Bryce. Nodding the king said,'' Anything is permitted if it can be used by the wolf." I sank further into the cushions and cursed knowing exactly what he was planning.

“They’re clearing the map. The High Admiral doesn’t want an empire to rule; he wants a blank slate to build his factories on.” ​We reached a wide plaza where a line of Western Marines had set up a barricade. They were equipped with ‘Crank-Guns’—massive, multi-barreled weapons that could shred a wolf in seconds. ​“Winnie, stay behind me!” Cassian shouted. ​But I was tired of hiding. I was tired of being the piece on the board that everyone fought over. I stepped out from the shadow of a jade pillar, my hand outstretched. The silver scar on my palm began to glow with a toxic, violet light—the lingering echo of the Abyssal King.

“Well, well. What do we have here?“, He said as he moved closer. She jumped to her feet ready to flee. “Young woman, I am not here to harm you. My lord has offered to take you in for the night. Bandits are in these woods at night, and they would not be as kind.“, The vassal said as he had a hand on the hilt of his sword. She could remember the name of that. That was a sword. She looked over the male in front of her. She knew she could run, but he would overtake her in a matter of moments. She inclined her head. As to say thank you. She walked out of the lean-to and closer to the vassal. She was slow in her movements. She looked at his clothes as he looked over hers. His eyes widened as he ha

“Do what?” Evy waved her hands as if swinging something heavy. “The Hammer. How did you do it?” “Oh. Do you mean this?” Oma presented her hand, then as if it were magic, something materialized on her fingers, particles glowing before a tangible hammer with an intricate design turned up. She still couldn’t believe her eyes and walked closer to take a look at it. “How?” “I used to be an adventurer before I was a maid. This here is my core weapon. Veteran Adventurers who have managed to reach rank B can pull out their unique core weapon and use it for combat.”

It was truly luxurious. Arrows and crossbows were, of course, the weapons of choice for sea battles, but the damp and salty sea air meant that the string would only last a month, and a normal crossbow would be unusable after two or three months. The cost of a bow was about five metal coins, not including the arrows, which was fine for small-scale use, but the Duchy of Wendel could not afford to equip its army with them on a large scale. So the warship Sari arrived unnoticed in a cove on the north side of Roskilde Island.

The sun catching the finely sharpened edges. “You will be wanting this to go with those.” I swung around at the sound of Asena’s voice. She held out a red leather vest, with buckles of gold. “Ashe sends her regards and wishes you luck.” I place the swords on a nearby table and take the vest from Asena. It fits perfectly. It’s lightweight but the feeling of the fabric is heavy and textured, almost like scales, and has built-in scabbards on the back, designed specifically for these weapons.