Enshrouded Weapons

Only Draklings skilled enough earn the right to wield these adorned daggers. They often remain a trusted weapon for a lifetime. Finesse: The damage caused by this weapon scales with your dexterity attribute. You can execute a unique post-parry attack.

An elegant dual dagger set with extravagant gold detailing. It's slim enough to be smuggled underneath a nightgown unseen into any chamber.

Striking in the blink of an eye, these daggers can slash any throat quickly and quickly.

A dull set of daggers. Simple, but still efficient in a pinch.

These daggers are adorned with crystal inlays shaped like eyes, a constant reminder to their wielders that the Broodmother Vesztah watches them at all times. It is believed that she guides their hand - ensuring that only the strongest may hatch, while the weak are struck down by the blade's edge. Finesse: The damage caused by this weapon scales with your dexterity attribute. You can execute a unique post-parry attack.

A pair of circus knives that can do a lot of damage if left in untrained hands! Better watch out!

These blades were corroded by being submerged in poison for too long.

A crystalline frame lines the edges of these short blades. They shift incoming light and reflect it, bathing the daggers in the color of fresh mountain springs.

A rudimentary set of daggers, the secondary weapon of choice for archers.

These daggers mark the next stage for young Drak after training with bamboo sticks. Their compact size makes them easy to wield even from an early age. Finesse: The damage caused by this weapon scales with your dexterity attribute. You can execute a unique post-parry attack.

The edge of these daggers is shaped like the break of a soaring eagle, willing to strike down toward its enemies

A pair of dark, grey daggers adorned with a bright green gem the color of envy.

Step only where you remain unseen, strike those whose eyes are blinded by your glint in the half-light.

The many layers of smelted metal in these daggers make them appear similar to an animal's tiered horn, tapering off at the edges.

The tip of these daggers has become permanently frosted after piercing the ice-cold heart of a Cyclops. Either that or someone tried their hand at spearfishing and left their blades in the freezing waters too long.

Daggers that were bathed in sunlight during forging. Their spiked edge can cause a lot of damage

A long pair of daggers with cloth around the handle.

A dagger set made from darkened steel, reflecting the moonlight on its fractured edges.

A mystical pair of blades used for unspeakable divinations held under the full moon.

These are only a few ways to flee a promise you don't intend to keep. At least one of them involves murder.

These spiky daggers were often worn by soldiers around their belts during parades as a show of force. Sometimes, children are gifted a simpler version as their first weapon.

Daggers with many edges and sharp hooks. They can be whipped out in the blink of an eye to parry incoming attacks, thus defending your honor.

A crude dagger, previously used by a Vukah in a bloody ritual.

A dagger set of old-timey Eastern craftmanship. Rogues of that era would swing this short cutlass around during battle, causing nearby sand to swirl up and blind the enemy.

Sometimes a Drak hatchling proves too weak to break its shell. In such cases, the Broodwardens use this poison-tipped blade to cut the egg open. The young bear a mark from that day onward — a symbol of frailty that brands them for life, forever beneath those who hatched unaided. Finesse: The damage caused by this weapon scales with your dexterity attribute. You can execute a unique post-parry attack.

A frosty set of daggers said to be infused with the souls of those who died in the coldest winters.

A dagger set that was scavenged from the ruins of the old world. It's dirty and dusty, but still doas the trick.

These daggers are sleek and swift. The blade is sharp as ever.

A fine pair of twin daggers meant to pierce arteries with precision and grace.

A dagger that can easily be hidden undermeath lavish sleeves or dressy skirts. It's quick and easy to unshelth in times of need!

A deviously poisoned set of daggers that meander like the slithering body of a Kindlewastes Diamondback snake.

A naturalistic dagger set with wooden handles. The blades are slightly curved and are ideal for skinning animals.

This dagger pair is adorned with a wolf head detail, representing its ferocious strike.

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.

The blades of this axe have sharp edges that flow into an upper peak. They were crafted like that to break through frozen lake surfaces or walls and resemble bat wings.

A primitive, but well-crafted brutal weapon to splinter the bones of the enemy.

An ice-cold axe with a central, vibrant gem. Its blades are adorned with small spikes to cause maximum damage. When this axe rains down on its enemies, it beautifully reflects the sun's light.

Those who wield the Chief Drak'Dal Axe command great awe - one swing is enough to bring a tribe to its knees. It's taken many lives, and lusts for countless more.

Cleave through it all. Part the Shroud. Excise the tumor.

Its crystal eye watches the battlefield, and thoses it fixes upon rarely see another dawn.

An axe found atop the skull of a giant dragon skeleton. Legends say it was used to slay the mother dragon, but it wasn't lodged inside her cranium when you found it. That's probably for the best. Mothers have enough headaches already.

A mighty axe wich lusts for blood.

An axe made for cutting down trees. Slightly less effective for fighting off wolves.

Legends say that this weapon was once wielded by a hero who was mangled in battle. He sought a freezing cave to rest and tend to his wounds, leaving a trail of blood in the snow. Once he emerged after a hundred-year slumber, a swarm of ice bats soared into the night sky, signaling his return.

Carved with a stone visage, this axe is as much relic as weapon.

This axe is eerily percise. The hair on your arms stands up as you wield it.

A versatile one handed axe. Frequently used to split the skulls of enemies.

A savage weapon of black glass. The blade seems almost alive, dark as the void and sharp as Drak scales.

An axe that carves a path through enemies no matter what. Swinging it fearlessly makes it feel light as a feather.

An axe forged in pure light. Few have witnessed its glory, and those who did were blinded in a flash.

An axe to end any battle quickly.

"Shadow Over Umber Hollow -- Lupa" is etched on the side.

A provisional tool used to deal fast and ugly cuts.

This Scavenger Miner Axe wil llet you pry ore from stone by day and pierce traitors' backs by night.

The Skull Splitter gets its name from its merciless nature - cleaving skulls with every swing.

An axe with two perfectly rounded, balanced steel blades. They nearly form the shape of the full moon.

An axe that shines brightest at dawn, clinging on to hope no matter what.

A mighty one-handed axe, tainted by the blood of the fallen.

This one-handed axe crakles with electrifying energy since it was charged by lightning during a rare desert storm.

Every swing of this axe leaves a tear in the veil that separates the living from the beyond

This Axe is destined to smite down creatures of the wild.

Strikes with force and leaves devastating wounds. A weapon truly fitting its name.

This mace is the bane and banisher of all undead creatures.

A club with long, protruding spikes forged from moon-bathed steel. Spilled blood is easily visible on this weapon.

A club carved out of wood. Not much, but better than nothing.

A Shroud-tainted wand which radiates darkness. You feel that using it will widen a hidden void beneath Embervale, slowly growing in obscurity, swallowing all around...but perhaps using it once or twice won't hurt?

Children rumored that people killed by this Morningstar would have their souls banished inside the orb. These remnants would echo aimlessly forever in their spherical prison, bouncing between the curved walls and the void.

The most basic weaponry, enhanced to be more effective and durable.

This club strikes fear into the hearts of your foes with every swing

Designed after the fletching of an arrow, this weapon shows true brutality when smiting friend or foe.

The needles of this spiked club can tenderize countless meat bags to mush.

When a drakling hatches from its shell, its lowered, elongated body appears almost snake-like. However, they soon adapt an upright posture and bare their teeth this process is represented through the design of this mace.

A deadly club that will decimate any enemy.

A mace that easily cleaves through toes like a pack of starving wolves.

It was customary in the far North to carry the dead to their graves while brandishing a steel mace. This presentation of stalwart strength in the face of death and terror would ward off evil spirits and guide the dead safely to the Northwinds of the afterlife.

In the bygone days, young men would carry maces like these to thrash and toil amongst one another like a dark, thundering storm. It helped to release anger and to weed out the weak.

Don't let the image deceive you. It might look like a mace, but it's a primitive club after all.

A primitively crafted but brutal weapon, awaiting its next prey.

A six-edge mace made from heavy metal. The head of this weapon resembles a star.

A slightly improved version of the club, reinforced with spikes.

A ghastly visage is carved into the mace, looking down on your foes as you smash them into the ground.

A mace with a segmented body, reminiscent of a totem pole climbing towards the sky. The head is augmented with a stone crown that radiats outward.

A perfectly balanced mace, where each front mirrors the opposite side.

Two mirrored Drak are represented on this mace. Despite being outwardly similar, they may not share the same fate - for the Broodmother's duality demands the weak become a feast for the strong.

A heavy club adorned with multiple wolf heads near the handle.

Miscreants, brutes, and evil doers of the past would often wield similar blades. Perhaps this weapon was forged in the shadows of a back alley and changed hands on the black market.

A weapon born from the amalgamation of bones, earth, and liquid fire. As your eyes travel across it, the mess of cartilage and moss at the hilt gives way to a light-swallowing obsidian blade.

The great Fell Thunderbrute Greatsword - shrunken for your convenience.

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A voice reverberates through your bone marrow each time you grip the greatsword's handle. <i>"King of fools, hear your fate foretold: Your skull shall shatter, and from within the hollow dome, you will gaze up through eyes rolled inwards at your soul; an incandescent fountain, spouting from the cracks."</i>

You hear a faint whisper in the back of your head; unified in word, but spoken from a dozen tongues. A ghostly choir pleads with you. <i>"Descending these dungeons is a fool's errand, can't you see? Turn back while you still can."</i>

An azure gem, curved guard, and gold-patterned edge embellish this sword. All in all, it is both beautiful and deadly.

Ace your enemy, one on one, and prove your domination once and for all.

Before the fall, many guards and knights of Embervale would brandish swords such as these. Perhaps their spirit lives on through your fighteous strikes.

Lord Vorgoth's once-trusted blade was discarded before the war and replaced by a weapon more befitting of vile acts. It still clings to a semblance of sanity and light, shining brightly in the dark like the North Star.

Sharp extensions jut out from the blade's periphery: an assortment of stingers, sharpened flint, and horns. A strike from this jagged edge will rip and tear almost anything.

An iron core lies hidden inside the blade's casing, peeking out from the silver curtains on the blade's flat.

You see it before your inner eyes: A giant, submerged in the deep ocean blue, controlling the tides with each laboring, drawn-out exhale. The depths are calling. Will you answer?

No matter how dire the night may be, with the rising sun comes sweet morning dew.

A hollow shape, empty as the night sky on a new moon, adorns this weapon's hand guard. The blade has been dirtied, but refuses to shed its silvery sheen.

The embellishments on this sword seem inspired by eastern craftsmanship, but the choice of material betrays the maker's origin. This weapon was most likely forged by a well-traveled blacksmith or commissioned by an aristocrat.

A noble sabre that impresses with its golden glow and broad blade. Perhaps the former owner was compensating for something.

Girdles and cloth wrap tightly around the hilt, proposing the story of an unlikely protector having to adjust the grip on the weapon spontaneously.

An old greatsword that's begun to decay. The steel's purity has been stripped away by rust.

A broken blade, retrieved from the rubble and ash of the old world. It may still cause significant damage when in the wrong hands.

The edges of this blade are indented and therefore resemble cuts made by razor-sharp fins or rows of shark teeth.

Once upon a time, Orpheus, a dark dragon, descended from the mountains to wreak havoc on the people's crops. Determined, the farmers laid down their scythes to join in the righteous crusade against the creature, forcing it to retreat with but one blow. While their names were forgotten, their fabled blades served as inspiration for many blacksmith apprentices.

Here, you can see howling wolves, and the ties that bind them to the moon above — all depicted in allegory through simple design choices.

Every rose has thorns - and sometimes, nature can serve as inspiration for weaponry and design!

The crystal heart, placed between the wings, pulsates with the cold hunger of the abyss.

This colossal axe draws strength from those it wounds, stealing their vitality with each strike.

An axe forged from shadowy steel crowned with a single, slimmed gemstone. The grip is mantled with boreal wood.

A hefty two-handed axe, usually wielded by champions of the ring! Axes like these are often a status symbol and represent triumph.

Its maw is cradling a gem that glows as the curse is spoken, leaving foes weaker as it feeds itself.

This is an elevated version of the Boreal Axe. Its head boasts an intricate design, typical for northern craftsmanship.

Carved from foraged dead wood and dusty roots, this axe was hardened in the sun to tear flesh and split bones.

An axe of gruesome origin. It has seen many heads roll and still fulfills its purpose today.

Don't be fooled by its name, this axe was forged in defiance and strikes with relentless fury.

The most successful, newly decorated recruits are sometimes gifted weapons dipped in gold. They aren't any sharper than their less impressive counterparts, but serve as a status symbol among the group.

Many soldiers fall in war. Those who return are heralded and showered in gold and gifts; given weapons befitting a celebrated veteran... but for some, such gifts merely serve as a reminder of their harrowing past.

An electrically charged, two-handed axe, able to release sparks into the overcast sky when striking. It was struck by lightning while inside a cataclysmic typhoon and survived, unlike its previous owner.

Heads plummet to the ground, eyes shut in terror. Victims prefer darkness rather than to face the Guillotine.

A broad and imposing axe. If you want to leave a fearsome impression, this weapon will do the trick.

A menacing axe that sends shivering chills down its victim's back with every heavy two-handed swing.

A heavy weapon, fit for descending any abyss — both literally and figuratively.

A heavy hammer that strikes true, like a bird of prey

A heavy two-handed hammer that can break through any door thanks to the added front spikes. Bashing, tearing, and slashing are no problem for this weapon!

A club that was bathed in divine waters, thus acquiring a blessing of protection. Turns out blessings are less effective than cold, hard steel when caught in an ambush.

An elaborate weapon adorned with prized horns, probably trophies from past hunts. At times, the Drak would make sacrifices to their gods in Ark Morgo to channel their elemental affinities. Therefore, this axe of a tribal chief was imbued with the power of lightning to aid in their pursuits.

A large and powerful hammer that has been corrupted by the Shroud. Good for smashing bugs!

Every aspect of this hammer's head is designed meticulously. The front and back boast a colorful yet distinguished design, while the sides share a row of spikes. Appealing, and functional.

A hammer that has been further improved by an added goat horn in the back. Only the finest, most sturdy horns are selected.

A set of crystal eyes adorns this weapon, seeking the weak points of your foes. The handle has been decorated with overlapping leather straps.

A gigantic hammer that can only be wielded with both hands. The head was forged from one solid block of steel, requiring advanced crafting techniques.

Inheriting the power of the Flame, this hammer can break through lines of enemies easily.

Striking with staggering force, this hammer obliterates the Hollow by grinding their bones to dust.

A large hammer, made from a combination of rock and steel. The mix of materials makes it especially heavy.

The Shroud slumbers inside. Rotblood is molded by it, changed, and its essence forever tinted.

A mighty hammer, corrupted to the core. The power of the Shroud is channeled in the weapon.

A hammer adorned with an ancient petrified tusk. Tusk and teeth

A common hammer that may have once been used by ancient Drak'Dal tribemembers. Its simple design speaks to its utilitarian nature.

A traditional and excellently carved wooden hammer made by Vukah craftmens. Resembles a large tooth and is very good at removing such.

An ancestral weapon from the proud family line of the Galeforths, last held by Virgil Galeforth. He famously said: "If you want this weapon, you'll have to pry it from my cold, dead hands".

This club can take on hordes of enemies, never wavering.

A stout flail that swings from dusk till dawn.

Easy to use and quite deadly. The sharp blades on the side allow for easier penetration of armor.

This mace is unstoppable once in motion.

A frightening mace that brings misfortune to any that oppose it.

No armor piece forged today can endure the sheer brutality of this mace.

The sun won't drown in the darkness of night. It will rise again.

Designed in admiration of antlers, this bow has an imperial and awe-inspiring image.

A bow that sparks blazing joy in firebugs and aspiring pyromaniacs.

When placed in competent hands, this horned bow can fire a shot so powerful that it may loosen an avalanche, and bury the valleys in everlasting snow.

A infested Shroud bow, able to teach the true meaning of pain.

An important bow made out of basic materials. Unfortunately, the bowstring is quite loose.

A strong bow that frames each shot in between two serpent's maws. Let your arrows strike with the calculated savagery of a viper in waiting!

Every true shot makes the blood pump faster.

This is a very sophisticated bow with hight tension.

This draconic-looking bow was often feared for its crooked horns of unknown origin. Villagers believed that horns so twisted would always bring bad luck.

Crafted to resemble the wings of the most infamous Kindlewastes, the Draconian Vulture.

Gain the strength of a dragon with this legendary weapon.

This bow was fashioned after the likeness of the Drak'Dal, even though they don't use such weapons themselves. An arrow shot from this bow will split the air like the sharp whistle of the drakian tongue.

Forged for ruthless efficiency, the Fell Commander Bow finds its purpose in the skulls of Scavengers who dare cross its path.

Pierce enemies in the back with arrows shot from this precise Fell Impaler Bow, perfect for those who prefer their enemies dealt with from a comfortable distance.

This bow has great tension, making it exhausting to use. It does greate damage in exchange.

Lost and forgotten amidst the Shroud, this bow unleaches fury on anyone that crosses its path.

A bow crafted to resemble the horned beasts of the Albaneve Summits. It makes for a fearsome silhouette.

A finely handcrafted bow, used by seasoned woodland hunters.

Ignited by the Flame itself, this bow pulse with the power of fire.

A bow that's fueled by the dark shimmer of the Shroud.

A top-quality bow inspired by antlers. One might call it art.

A practical and quick bow made from humble pine wood. Its tensions is weak, so using it require little stamina.

The bow curves into a zig-zag on both sides, capturing a vision of a rattlesnake's tail in motion.

An accurate bow imbued with the mysterious powers of the Shroud.

A bow that aims to strike the heart of the dark with silver-tipped arrows and no hesitation.

This bow is so precise it can split a faraway snowflake in two.

The shots from this spiked bow can pierce anything.

A bow used by Commanders of the Northen Guard. A powerful energy flows through the user, increasing their pulse and allowing for faster shots.

This bow's natural resistance to fire makes it perfect for firing volleys of flamming arrows.

Instead of exploiting the ruins of forgotten times, you vow to protect them - to uphold their sanctity for reverence not only today, but tomorrow.

A standard, carved bow that reminds you of forgotten temples and overgrown tombs. Makes you want to go exploring for hidden riches! Grave robbing is bad, and you shouldn't do it while anyone is looking.

This bow fires easily against creatures of the Shroud

This sturdy oak wood bow has a high rate of fire and conserve your energy at the expense of damage.

The arrow's shadow darts across the battlefield. Its presence is swift and fleeting, a daydream carried by a gust of wind — but its impact is precisely devastating.

This fine longbow is exhausting to use, but it strikes with the ferocity of a wolf.

An explosive with astounding power that can be thrown.

An explosive critter bomb that can be thrown

An explosive with astounding power that can be thrown.

Can be thrown to create a Pheromone Cloud that confuses Fell enemies, who run around in panic when affected.

Throw this mystical vessel to temporarily summon a skull companion.

This bomb contains a highly flammable liquid, setting a large area on fire when deployed

Throw this mystical vessel to temporarily summon a skull companion.

Throw this mystical vessel to temporarily summon a skull companion.

A lumpy ball of snow. It's harmless enough as long as you don't put any rocks inside!

A primordial wand that speaks of the previous dominion of the Drak. When the Drak'Dal were pushed back to the archipelago after they attacked humanity, their craft degenerated significantly, thus losing the ability to reproduce designs such as this. Overcharge: This wand holds a chance to amplify its damage output. Attacks deal bonus damage up to the overcharge percentage. Multishot: Fires multiple projectiles but at reduced damage.

Modified to increase the mana control, this wand shoots ice projectiles with a bit more force.

A wand that deals significiant fire damage, eradicating anything in its path.

The wielder's energy melts inside the wand's empty husk and reforms to shoot forth a boundless stream of elemental energy.

This wand grants power over ice to whoever is brave enough to wield it.

Fire proves to be an excellent weapon against creatures of the Shroud.

A strange wand which was covered by ashes. Its body bends and twists, but never breaks.

A wand that harnesses the power of the eclipse. It functions best when the sun is fully submerged in darkness, and only a faint rim of light shines through.

A wand that focuses a wielder's power through a frozen crystal. Magical energy is refracted inside and amplified with every reflection.

This wand hides a rare frozen core inside, enabling its owner to unleash massive ice damage against foes.

A perplexing wand, corrupted by the Shroud. It bends the mind of its bearer.

Marked through hundreds of hours of enduring the force of fire, this wand has a connection to the element and is able to utilize it.

This wand grants power over fire to whoever is brave enough to wield it.

Many amethyst stones were used to forge this wand. They are needed to prevent combustion when this weapon inevitably overheast from the bundled energy inside!

A wand the especially talented scholars of the arcane forces favor. It's versatile and reflects the wielder's brilliance.

A twisted wand emitting a faint, blue light. It demands to be wielded!

A simplified wand, shaped by the resurgence of the Drak. Weapons such as these would've held great power in the past, but the primal knowledge surrounding their creation was lost. Recently crafted wands are therefore more primitive, and mere imitations of the once undeniable power and dominion of the beasts.

This ceremonial wand was often used when praying for drownpours when the drought first started. While that didn't work, you can still use it to call lightning down on your enemies.

Scholars of the North once researched the use of pyro magic against particularly harsh winters. It took countless explosive experiments to discover the same benefit most people might achieve with a bonfire. Downsides such as third-degree burns were common, so research was quickly stopped.

This wand practically vibrates with warmth and destructive energy. It becomes restless and twitchy when dormant for too long.

Crafted through a combination of lightning and ice. Two powerful elements clash with each other.

This magical wand fires projectiles that deal Shroud damage.

Lightning and ice fuse together to unleash a groundbreaking force.

A mythical wand formed around a winding vertebrae core. It strikes with deadly precision.

A totem's grimace decorates this wand, watching your every move... sometimes, it empowers your magic. Sometimes, you feel it waiting for your downfall.

Fire a projectile that deals Shroud damage.

A Shroud-tainted wand which radiates darkness. You feel that using it will widen a hidden void beneath Embervale, slowly growing in obscurity, swallowing all around...but perhaps using it once or twice won't hurt?

A magical wand carved out of bones. Lifeless and cold, it shoots magical ice projectiles.

Winding grooves carve through the body of the wand, creating a canal for extracting the lifeblood of your enemies. Their energy will fuel you long after they've passed.

Every apprentice knows that the Blackened Staff hides dark secrets. Trying to uncover, them leads to migraines, nausea, and paranoïa.

A ceremonial staff, used in part to melt frozen lakes into clear, drinkable water.

A staff that imbues the wielder with the ability to melt ice capes and frozen streams. The resulting fresh water is considered exceptionally pure and healing.

A magical staff, utilizing the power of darkness to cast stronger magic spells. A mighty tool feared by every sorcerer. {{About Staves}}

A staff that harnesses the power of the eclipsed sun. It functions best when only a crescent of light is left.

The weapon of choice for the deceitful.

A magic staff, brimming with the power of its former owner. Legend has it that the elder's soul is linked to it, sometimes humming at night. {{About Staves}}

A magical staff that gleams with hope, able to unleash powerful magical attacks. {{About Staves}}

Unyielding and unbroken, this staff resembles the realm's last bastion of hope.

All hope is fickle, a mirage on the horizon. This staff makes its bearer reject all convictions to walk into the abyss.

"Gaze into the orb," the Oracle said, eyes fixated on her staff. ''"It shows the past, the present, and the future and they're all veiled in blue rot".''

This staff was made from the roots of an age-old tree. Wisdom and calm flow through it. {{About Staves}}

A mighty relic, able to provide solace amidst chaos. The previous owner might have been retired hero. {{About Staves}}

A potent staff capable of guiding those who would otherwise be without protection. {{About Staves}}

A malicious staff that effortlessly intertwines the strings of fate with the Shroud.

A ritualistic staff that was cleansed in a still rivulet under a crescent moon. It servers the wielder to guide the undead back to the beyond.

A basic magical staff that is powered by the wielder's spirituality. {{About Staves}}

A simple magical staff made from calcified bone. Rudimentary, but effective.

Use this staff to burn a path for your herd through the frozen wastes and help them conquer the iciest rivulets and rockiest cliffs.

The mandibles of the staff open towards the skies like a snapjaw's maw, looking to drag prey down to the depths of the moor... Powerful magic cast through this weapon can damn anyone to darkness.

A sublime staff that carries an eerie visage and blank stare. Its face seems as if it were looking up at you from beneath the motionless surface of a black moor.

A horned staff that has been embellished with alabaster fur. It is soft to the touch.

A majestic staff topped with an ouroboros ornament made from green jade. It's perfect for honoring the year of the snake.

A staff that awakes slumbering anger inside the wielder. The protruding amethyst spikes help to channel the emotion towards enemies.

The staff's material is engraved with countless labyrinthine lines reminiscent of the chaotic flow of battle. However, a metal halo encircles the negative space within, preserving a sense of calm, as if one were inside the eye of a storm.

A staff that was used by magical torchbearers of bygone days. They'd illuminate uncharted caves to claim even the furthest corners of the Albaneve Summits as parts of the northern empire. The scouting went well until the Cyclopes learned that the torchbearers were feeble mages whose light could be snuffed out easily with a decisive boulder toss.

A staff that absorbs energy from the soil. It's brimming with potential. {{About Staves}}

A wild and withered staff, able to unleash the power of the earth. {{About Staves}}

Spikes disrupt the smooth surface and jut forward like razor blades. They spring from within a center of calm, from the storm's eye, as devastating violet rain on a thunderous night - after which all weakness will be cleansed, and only the strongest may rise from the submerged lands. According to folklore, this symbolizes the origin of the drakian Broodmother Vesztah.