Boots - Mistfall Hunter Database

Heavily worn with a strong odor, these boots bear the marks of long marches.

Damaged

Severely worn, it’s barely more than a thin rag—truly pitiful.

Damaged

Boots lacking maintenance with several areas nearly worn through.

Damaged

Thick-soled boots, sturdy enough to traverse every corner of Brandrgarde.

Common

The soles are worn thin, but that makes the boots more comfortable.

Common

The soles have been re-nailed, enhancing their durability.

Common

The unyielding boots are said to kick through an enemy’s skull, though unverified. Brandrgarde soldiers seek glorious battles but scorn disgraceful brawls.

Rare

Crafted from unknown materials, these shoes are so light they feel weightless. Practitioners have come to really appreciate them—after all, their dedication to arduous journeys hasn’t been the same since the Gyldenfall.

Rare

To ward off venomous insects lurking in the Abyss, Blackarrow scouts fumigate their boots with herbs.

Rare

Brandrgarde’s assassin corps originated from a group of fugitive spies. With assassination uncommon in the North, recruitment proves challenging, forcing the leader to enlist mercenaries from the South.

Rare

Comfortable indulgences must be renounced just like the pleasures of taste—walking barefoot is part of practicing asceticism.

Rare

The Pontiff’s personal guard is composed of Rose Knights, who reside with him in the Grand Cathedral. Visitors to the cathedral must disarm, leaving these knights as the only ones free to carry weapons and move at will.

Rare

If anyone in Brandrgarde deserves the title of Fearless, it must be the deputy commander, Orton. He supposedly departed for the Realm of the Dead before General Harald while his favorite boots were carefully preserved.
The blood-stained boots said to be proof of dragon slaying.

Excellent

Rumor has it that Lars, the Preacher of the Sun, and Researcher Otto were at odds. After Otto’s wife and daughter fell victim to a mining accident, Lars allegedly stated that “no rescue efforts were necessary.”

Excellent

Tightly bound puttees shield legs from nature’s thorny grasp. With these, Crusaders traversed vast, desolate forests, leaving only whispers in their wake.

Excellent

Black ravens, heralds of Hermeil, the Death Goddess, soar overhead. Wives, hearts heavy with dread, beseech the goddess not to claim their husbands marching to war.

Excellent

A feather-covered, deformed monster once stumbled into the mine where the slaves worked, only to be shot dead by the patrolling warden. The slaves watched as the Velgrs dragged away the monster’s corpse, a reminder of those who had been similarly taken not long ago. Fear and suspicion quietly spread throughout the mine.

Excellent

The verdict of exile has been issued. The knights gaze upon their unreachable homeland and silently remove the rose emblems that symbolized their former glory. Yet they do not discard the Holy Sigil—this is their only remaining support in the desolate North, aside from each other.

Excellent

The Wulfen family of the kingdom is an enviable military nobility. One of their most notable icons is the silver wolf fur adorning their battle boots. The shinier the fur, the more prestigious the wearer.
Harald and Brandr are both members of the Wulfen family.

Epic

A navigator from the southern continent landed on an island post-Gyldenmist. The island’s mountains stretch endlessly, with dozens of Velgrs carrying giant bird eggs in and out of the peaks. This unfortunate soul was eventually captured. The Velgrs took him to a mountaintop laboratory. Before losing consciousness, he noticed a lifeless yet extraordinarily beautiful female Velgr Sorcerer lying on a stone platform in the open hall.

Epic

The priests of Brandrgarde worship only Kjernnos. While other faiths are neither encouraged nor discouraged, priests of foreign gods cannot establish themselves within Brandrgarde walls.

Epic

The soles are padded, allowing well-trained assassins to move silently.

Epic

The Seers left Brandrgarde, taking the statue of Goddess Mysti with them. Though deeply disappointed in Brandrgarde, they firmly believed that more people needed salvation in this apocalyptic age. They embarked on a journey to share methods of salvation, wandering to aid the world.

Epic

Some members of the Black Iris followed the Northern Expedition to Norgard and, like the Pontiff, vanished without a trace. Rumors of their apostasy run rampant, but nothing has been confirmed.

Epic

“How can a victor swear fealty to the vanquished?” The veteran soldiers of Brandrgarde whispered in secret. Yet, the unbreakable bond between the two legends defied all rumors.

Legendary

All souls are used to nourish the hatchling within the divine egg. Under the gaze of ten thousand eyes and borne aloft by ten thousand wings, the entity shall become our savior—a new god.

Legendary

The veterans of Brandrgarde still remember the unique “gift” left at their gates winters ago: the severed head of a Lizardfolk Red Sorcerer.
The sender never appeared. Deep down, they all knew that even if their legendary comrade still drew breath, he could never reclaim his name or return to their ranks.

Legendary

An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, a life for a life. Perhaps the path of slaughter once buried in the past is the only true answer left in this maddened world.

Legendary

Through years of aimless wandering, these boots could never face toward home, and the tragic news of each lost family member made every step grow heavier. This endless devotion! When shall we finally earn the favor of the gods? Are we truly walking upon the righteous path?

Legendary

After the execution, snow began to fall in July, and temperatures plummeted. The extreme and unnatural weather not only shattered the rebels’ morale but also froze the great river separating north and south. King Sismond raised the banner of vengeance, led his army across the miraculous military passage, and brought the civil war to an end.

Legendary