Dead by Daylight: Stories from the Fog II | English

A Blade of Darkness

Killer: The Master Blacksmith

Lore:

Rumors spread far and wide. Stories are told of Nyxara, a master blacksmith who turned manifested evil into weapons.

In Capita, the capital city of the Marble King Mermer, a young girl once learned the craft under the royal master blacksmith, Gravitras. Her skill with steel and iron quickly grew into an art that rivaled that of Gravitras. Nyxara forged legendary weapons, including King Mermer's saber, a blade that combined steel with marble embellishments—a process requiring delicate precision, as even the smallest mistake could shatter the blade.

Her life took a fateful turn when her mentor passed away. With Gravitras' death, a new era began, and she was appointed as the royal blacksmith by order of the king.
However, behind simple stories often lie complicated truths.

Gravitras had grown critical of the noble families over time. Reason for this was the increasing demand for devastating weapons—tools designed to kill as many as possible with the smallest army. As the royal master blacksmith, it was his duty to obey, or face dismissal and execution. Reluctantly, he crafted the needed weapons, such as the Ghost Spear, whose tip ignored any armor and manifested itself in the enemy's flesh.

His latest invention was the Gravitras Bomb. Once lit, its fuse would soon send an entire palace into the sky. After a brief moment, the floating debris would crash down, leaving nothing but ruins. Yet Gravitras did not hand over the bomb. Instead, he threatened to use it against the king and noble families if they continued to demand monstrous war weapons from him. He believed he had the upper hand, but no one defied the king and his closest allies.

That night, a hooded figure entered the forge. By morning, Gravitras was dead.

Nyxara was devastated. She had seen the man in his dark robe, carrying a dagger forged from darkness itself. Her survival was a miracle, but it was clear his only target had been her mentor. The assassin vanished as quickly as he had come.

Nyxara's defiance crumbled when the city guards brought her the murderer—an anonymous man in a black robe, gagged and beaten nearly to death. King Mermer gave her the right to choose his execution method, a small comfort, but her mind was clouded with thoughts of vengeance.

The execution took place near the stables. Gravitras' hammer crushed the man's skull, and as his lifeblood spilled out like rotten soup, something awoke in Nyxara. She was disgusted by this feeling afterwards, but in the moment, it had seemed natural.

For decades, she forged weapons in Capita—decades spent honoring her late mentor, and out of gratitude to the crown. King Mermer soon became feared, his kingdom expanding many times over since Nyxara had taken over. The Aegis Bolt, the Golden Fire Sword, the Petrification Shield—all in the hands of a single army, they brought endless power.

One day, Nyxara was ordered to forge a curved blade from obsidian—the rarest material in King Mermer's realm. Obsidian was said to be able to steal a person's soul, making their death final, preventing rebirth. To do so, the obsidian had to be "activated," and it was Nyxara's task to craft this weapon. Only the greatest masters could shape the heat-resistant material, and Nyxara toiled day and night, forming it into the desired shape and sharpness.
A master leatherworker crafted a scabbard for the sword, along with a matching belt.

The men of Mermer were pleased with the sight of this death-bringer and rewarded Nyxara with riches—more than usual, which sparked questions in her mind.
Why had they paid her more? What had she actually created with this blade?

Nyxara followed the wielder from afar, through Capita's gates, into the coniferous forest, and to a clearing. What she saw there brought her to tears.

Gutted humans, their organs arranged in strange runes, their lifeless bodies reduced to cold flesh. The terror on their faces, frozen in death's rigor.
The fear they had felt, the pain in their souls. Innocent farmers had been sacrificed to a demon she did not know. In the midst of this massacre stood the Marble King himself, cursing his failed attempt to activate the blade as he thrust it into the last survivor's stomach, the tip emerging between their shoulder blades.