Celestial Pearl Blunderbuss

Celestial Pearl Blunderbuss rests on a weathered wooden table, its brass fittings catching the lantern light and throwing small, dancing suns across the grain. The barrel wears a map of constellations—tiny, precise engravings that glow faintly when the air grows still. A pearl-white spine runs along the top, and the stock is carved from moonlit ash, cool and smooth as a tide-worn shell. Inlays of opalescent shell ripple with every inch of the weapon, and the muzzle shines with a quiet, patient glow that feels less like metal and more like a heartbeat slowed to a luminous time. People speak of the gun in hushed tones, as if it carries a memory—the way a night sky carries a storm, the way a pearl carries a dream. Legend says it was forged at the moment a new star slid past the Sapphire Sea, a relic of a harbor's silence after a comet's tail burned away into stardust. When fired, the Celestial Pearl Blunderbuss ejects a bloom of radiant pellets that scatter in a tight arc, punching through armor and sending foes reeeling with a touch of celestial force. It is a weapon that rewards timing and positioning: you stand behind cover, you watch the crowd thin, you let the powder bloom, and you feel the world tilt a little, as if gravity itself tuned its tempo to your breath. In hands accustomed to the roll of a caravan, it becomes more than a tool; it becomes a narrative device—a way to topple a line of foes and buy your allies a breath to move forward, a way to turn an ambush into a page-turning moment. Markets where such artifacts linger have their own gravity. I found mine after a quiet day at the outpost, a stall fragrant with spice and tar, where a mapmaker traded stories for copper coins. The dealer spoke in measured tones about demand and scarcity, and the word Saddlebag Exchange kept circling in the air like a coin in the wind. There, your Celestial Pearl Blunderbuss might command a handsome sum or be chaperoned by a trade of runed lenses and moonsteel ingots. The price tag is never fixed, not here; it shifts with the tides and, perhaps more than anything, with the hue of the night outside the doors. Carrying it back to the camp, the weapon glowed a touch brighter as the night deepened, and I realized that the gun wasn't just steel and pearl. It was a hinge on the door between memory and resolve, a reminder that a single shot can redraw a map, chart a course for the next raid, and remind us that some legends are meant to be carried, not merely told. In the world that breathes around this blunderbuss, it remains a promise that beauty and power can walk a line together, waiting for the moment when the stars align again. That is how legends travel—their edges sharpened in wandering hands, their light kept bright by the people who carry them.

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Average Price

8.3914

Total Value

67.13

Total Sold

8

Sell Price Avg

12.7453

Sell Orders Sold

3

Sell Value

38.24

Buy Price Avg

5.7791

Buy Orders Sold

5

Buy Value

28.90

Celestial Pearl Blunderbuss : Sell Orders

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12.751
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12.74521
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12.7451
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12.74471

Celestial Pearl Blunderbuss : Buy Orders

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5.44842
5.44831
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