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Hands down it's the ingot from a several RL month-long story where Trey learned how to forge artefact weapons from Phaestus. It's the last of the meteoric ore that I used to make my rapiers. Will probably work it into my fullplate description once I get one I feel like blowing my free customisation on.- a steel ingot- A rough bar of steel about two feet in length, five inches thick, and three inches deep, the exterior of this solid length of metal is covered with dents where it has suffered the repeated ministrations of a forge hammer. No impurities are visible on the surface of the steel, except for a faint blue tinge that mars its otherwise flawless metallic lustre.It weighs about 5 pounds.
This headband I wear all the time and Ruth pretends she doesn't see.headband415914 a headband with fluffy white and pink bunny ears marred with char marksPlush white rabbit fur sheathes this headband, creating a soft yet snug fit around the wearer's head. Two perky bunny ears, also wrapped in fur, have been sewn to the centre of the headband. Fluffy, snowy fur surrounds a cute core of pink satin, creating a cute contrast between the implied inner ear and outter. A wire frame base allows the ears to be manipulated and adjusted, allowing the tips of the ears to be rakishly bent forward. Discreetly embellished on the underside of the headband is a rainbow-coloured music note.It has 39 months of usefulness left.It weighs 3 ounce(s).It bears the distinctive mark of Lala.
"Gilgamesh, where are you hurrying to? You will never find that [everlasting] life for which you are looking. When the gods created man they allotted to him death, but life they retained in their own keeping. As for you, Gilgamesh, fill your belly with good things; day and night, night and day, dance and be merry, feast and rejoice. Let your clothes be fresh, bathe yourself in water, cherish the little child that holds your hand, and make your wife happy in your embrace; for this too is the lot of man."
a hooked length of chainExquisitely wrought links are interconnected to form this long chain. Tiny barbs protrude from the meticulously polished rings, gleaming in their eagerness to taste flesh and blood. Upon either end of the shackle resides a sinister hook, the curved, razor-sharp edge bearing deep crimson stains, the only blemish upon the otherwise cool, polished steel.It weighs 8 ounce(s).It bears the distinctive mark of Zii.It will reset to you.You are now wearing a hooked length of chain.The chain nestles itself tightly against your skin, slithering around your forearm. Droplets of blood splatter onto the floor as the barbs on its links bite sharply into your bare flesh. Finally, the shackle stops its movement, the hooks on either end poised to pierce flesh at any moment.You remove a hooked length of chain.A hooked length of chain tears at your skin as the shackle unravels, before finally falling slack in your arms, slick with blood.The readied end of a hooked length of chain rends into your skin, flaying off a strip of flesh that it holds taut, revealing the glistening muscles normally hidden beneath.You remove a length of chain pulling back flayed flesh.As you try to carefully remove the chain bound around your arm, the hook peeling away your flesh roughly yanks back, ripping off the flayed skin before allowing itself to unwind. Crimson film clings to each link in accompaniment to the flesh clutched tight by the device.RIP Apollyon