Valkyrie Corrupted Scepter

The Valkyrie Corrupted Scepter sits propped against a faded merchant's stand, its shaft a lacquered blood-ember wood etched with frost-lace runes that catch the light and scatter it into violet shards. The head is crowned with a raven-dark crystal, faceted like a midnight eye, which hums with a chill that climbs the wrist and settles in the breath. The grip is wrapped in weathered leather patched with copper rivets that pulse when the artifact remembers something it cannot forget. It looks ceremonial, yet the weight in your hand makes the world’s old quarrels press through the metal. It is said a Valkyrie once carried this scepter to guard a crossing between the living and the mist-haunted. In a bargain with corrupting powers, her oath survived as a malleable echo within the crystal, turning light into shadow and back again. When the rifts stirred, the scepter’s runes brightened and the whispers of the Valkyrie spoke through the wind; those who listen can hear, at dusk, the vow she kept to shepherd travelers and seal a path that should not be walked lightly. In the hands of a seasoned spell-weaver, the Valkyrie Corrupted Scepter becomes a conduit for controlled energy. It does not simply hit hard; it tunes the elemental orchestra, guiding bursts of flame, frost, and storm into purposeful patterns that break enemy rhythm and shield allies. Its presence in a party can turn a chaotic skirmish into a concerted push—your next cast seems to bend calmer and the battlefield yields a window for a decisive strike. For explorers and raiders alike, it’s prized for its reliability in ritual moments: a spark that interrupts a boss’ surge, a chain of pulses that chews through guardians, a lingering aura that steadies the group when reinforcements arrive. The scepter’s aura flows through the ports and markets, linking tales people tell while weighing its weight against their coins. I followed a caravan along the glass-vein river and reached a dim-lit stall where a map-worn clerk measured out the past as if it were gold. He whispered of rumors that the scepter will either bless or betray the bearer, depending on the heart of the one who wields it, a fact that makes it both coveted and dangerous. The price tag shimmered on a sign near the crate—Saddlebag Exchange, a place known for trading old relics and hard-earned grit. The clerk handed me a rough estimate: about two gold and some silver, negotiable at Saddlebag Exchange, where patience can be as valuable as metal. Negotiations there bend with the drift of wind and rumor; a buyer might swap a crate of jade beads and a tale of a vanished expedition for the scepter, or walk away with a knot of promises and a memory to guard. So the Valkyrie Corrupted Scepter remains, not merely a weapon but a witness—a relic that won’t let the past sleep, a tool that tells a future where courage is tempered by corruption and the world keeps turning.

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Average Price

12.2392

Total Value

12.20

Total Sold

1

Sell Price Avg

21.4888

Sell Orders Sold

0

Sell Value

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Buy Price Avg

12.2392

Buy Orders Sold

1

Buy Value

12.20

Valkyrie Corrupted Scepter : Sell Orders

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Valkyrie Corrupted Scepter : Buy Orders

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