Best Enshrouded One-handed Swords

A cleaver coated with acid and bile. Its victims can mend the bleeding but rarely stop the toxins from spreading.

The weapon brandishes an interlocking pattern of dark and light by partially covering its fuller with a blackened outer shell. The sword's sides are asymmetric, making one ideal for slashing while the other excels in prying or hacking through its pronounced claw-like appendage.

All incoming light fractures on the surface of this elegant blade, creating a dancing ensemble of floating colors. It is practically dripping with excellence.

A light and swift sword of beautiful color. It dulls quickly, though.

A mythical blade from long gone days. Legends say that it was passed on to Embervale by a wise spirit who descended from the stars in the year of the dragon.

Ridges line the base of this sword, adding weight to each swing. The uneven silhouette is reminiscent of protruding vertebrae.

Rays of steel stretch outward from the sword handle's guard. They resemble the final light of the sun before an eclipse.

A burning sword, glowing with power. It burns hot enough to reduce the mana of its prey with every hit.

A sword with a reinforced, pointed edge that can cut through any growth in the thicket. The blade is also useful for hunting wildlife.

Although no longer enflamed this formerly magical sword still has a sharp edge.

This blade is razor-sharp like the fangs of the terrifying creatures that prowl the Nomad Highlands.

A heavy sword wielded by armored Fell.

An elaborate sword, decorated in gold filigree. It came from the skies as a shooting star years ago, and fell into the gasping maw of a cave.

A blade that's cold to the touch. It weighs heavily on the mind.

A blade that seems to be forged from ice itself.

A sleek silvery sword, slim and reflective like a pure icicle.

A weapon that was rumored to have fallen from the stars. The man who found it could never feel whole, always searching for a missing piece.

Archaic power sleeps within this blade. It resonates, whispers and sings to those who dare to listen.

Archaic power vibrates deep within this sword.

A dignified blade, used to defend the honor and lives of the weak.

This sword, bright and blinding, erupts on the battlefield to unleash the original brilliance of the Flame.

The Pyreblade is capable of unleashing devastating fire strikes while reflecting a portion of the foe's own fury back upon them.

The simplicity of this sword is deceiving! A faint, magical power radiates from the pastel blue stone forged into the blade. This craftsmanship was very popular with young spell slingers and battle mages.

The inscription carved into this sword cannot be deciphered, since the archaic knowledge of rune matching has been lost to time. Whatever the writing entails, it makes the blade overflow with energy.

A forgotten sword from long gone days. Commonly found among the ashes of Embervale.

A rusted Simple Copper Sword, damaged by time itself. Its best days are far gone.

A blade forged from the stolen steel of fallen soldiers. It spreads regret and misery.

A blunt sword, designed to open up ways. Especially through lines of enemies.

A broadsword almost too big to be comfortably swung. The original owner must have been gigantic.

A blunt sword, designed to open up ways. Especially through lines of enemies.

Rectangular flints reach outwards from the blade's core, some as big as your fist. Their peaks and valleys make up the image of a gargantuan spine befitting an apex predator - hence the reference to the drakian god who strove for dominion of the continent.

A once pristine weapon. Now decayed but still just as deadly.

A scorching hot blade infused with the desert heart. It can melt both snow and skin.

A bright and mighty weapon emanating power.

A glistening green blade, perfectly balancing the aesthetics of betrayal with the spirit of the Lunar New Year

An expertly crafted blade, balanced and sharp. Cuts through foes like a wail through the night. It bears the mark of a famous blacksmith from Pikemead's Reach.

This sword slices through the air like a sharp howl at midnight.

A blade that devours foes easily. It carved its name into countless bodies in battle.