Vassal Weapons Novels & Stories

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.

“I know that word.“, she said with a laugh. “Well, maybe you should know, my dear. You were taught by a master.“, the vassal said. “A master?“, she asked quietly. “Not many women would know those skills that you just used. My lord will be pleased to know you could be of use.“, the vassal stated. “They wouldn’t?“, she asked. “No, women are not taught sword skills like that. You knew how to wield that sword as you did. Even I would say that you may be more of a swordsman then I am, or even my lord. He is good with firearms as well. A master in those.“, he went on. “Interesting.“, she stated and let the silence drag on. “is it much longer?”

“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.

he murmured, low enough that only I caught it because I was reading his lips. “Show them why I chose you” The words rooted themselves in my chest, a small, burning anchor against the tide of fear. Varric gestured, and attendants stepped forward, carrying a long table draped in black cloth. Upon it gleamed weapons of every shape and size—swords with jewel-studded hilts, spears with razor-sharp tips, axes heavy enough to fell a tree, and smaller blades, deadly in their simplicity. “Choose,” Varric commanded. “Not what is beautiful, not what is grand, but what will serve you best.”

Huge crimson warships, like huge sea beasts jumping out of the water, descended from the void on the mountain gate of the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect. These giant warships were as majestic as mountains and cast shadows on the ground. "They are Rive Warships of the River Palace!" Seeing these warships, someone exclaimed. River Warships was a kind of war monster used for long-distance expeditions. It was a combination of the high-level refined weapons and the inscription formation. It was a war machine with terrible fighting power and the ability to carry people and things. Such a strategic weapon would only appear in the holy wars previously. In peaceful times, very few super sects would use s

These were an original invention of the brown Slayers of the south and were designed for climbing trees, but they were sometimes borrowed by the other clans for scaling castle walls. There were also several throwing knives, a pair of sharpened sai knives with their prongs curving fire-like, and a kusari-gama, which was a sickle at the end of a long chain. Vulcanus Slayers were renowned for their skill in wielding the kurasi-gama, which looked stunning when lit with their trademark flames. A curious thing was a pair of gloves with flint and steel attached to the palm of either, but then she recalled what Temujin said about red Slayers needing at least a spark within a hundred yards of them to

He should take this slow and steady. “Let’s see those weapons you were talking about.” Salj stared at the door where Yuki just left through for a few seconds. Then he sighed and went to the closet. He took out several things, a claymore, a bow, a sword, and a staff which he gently placed on the table. The weapons were all completely black with wooden texture and appearance, except for the handles and guards. The weapons all had a series of exactly 10 runic writings engraved on them.