Nameless Blade

Design

Weapon Story

Level 3

Smash. Smash. Smash. Smash.

Sweat rolls down the faces of hardscrabble men as they chip away at ironstone, their cheerful singing echoing through the mine.

We are workers. Workers in the mine. Dirty from tip to toe, again today we search for iron with all our might.

Smash. Smash. Smash. Smash.

Level 2

Foom. Foom. Foom. Foom.

The sound of women stomping on bellows in the mill.

The sound of iron being gathered from the scorched sands.

We are workers. Workers in the mill. Workers who send wind.

Today, we stomp the bellows again with all our might. Lords of steel.

Foom. Foom. Foom. Foom.

Level 3

Clang. Clang. Clang. Clang.
The sound of swordsmiths wielding hammers at their forges.
The ringing of such transformative blows is stunning indeed.

We are swordsmiths. Swordsmiths who bring blades to life. Lords of steel.

Clang. Clang. Clang. Clang.

Level 4

Rip. Rip. Rip. Rip.
The sound of flesh being rent on the battlefield.
The sound of killing enemies. Killing someone. Killing humans.
Someone help me. It hurts—it hurts so much. Help me, mommy...

Rip. Rip. Rip. Rip.