Celestial Pearl Bludgeoner rests in the palm of a hand, its head a polished orb of milky pearl cradled in pale, brushed steel. The pearl’s surface gleams with a tide-like iridescence, shifting from pearl to pale blue as you tilt it, as if a galaxy had pressed into its smooth surface. Fine grooves run along the haft, catching the light and turning it into a quiet constellation of tiny stars. The weapon’s texture alternates between cool, glassy smoothness and a deliberate, slightly gritty feel where decades of use have done their work. Lorekeepers smile when they speak of it: forged in the heart of a fallen comet and tempered in the moon’s old tears, the Pearl was bound to a celestial pearl that remembers the tides of ancient battles. When you lift it, the pearl hums—a faint wind-chime note that carries memories of sailors, night watchmen, and guardians who walked before you. Some insist the hammer’s glow deepens in night shade, as if the stars lean closer to listen to your next move. In battle, the Celestial Pearl Bludgeoner’s appeal lies in balance. Its celestial stat-skin blends Power with Precision and a touch of Condition Damage and Vitality, inviting hybrid builds. A well-timed swing disrupts rhythm, a heavy strike shatters shields, a lighter strike setting up a party-friendly combo. The hammer’s crowd-control moments—knockbacks, stuns, wide sweeps—give you room to maneuver and keep healers alive through chaotic moments. On a purely practical level, the hammer’s wide reach anchors the frontline while those behind you weave damage and conditions. Yet its charm is pace: each hit measures the fight’s tempo, and the celestial aura threads calm into the storm, a promise you won’t break under pressure. Worldly traders know the value of such a piece, not just as a weapon but as a story you carry into the street markets. In the bustling lanes around Saddlebag Exchange, hawkers, veterans, and treasure hunters haggle in chorus, pricing stories as much as steel. A clean, unbound Celestial Pearl Bludgeoner might fetch around a gold and a handful of silver, though provenance—who refined it, which celestial event its pearl remembers—can tilt the scales higher. The exchange corridor fills with the clink of coins, the soft rustle of cloth, and the crackling gossip of travelers who’ve watched comets thresh the night above Tyria. Traders speak of crafters who tested the hammer against archer squads and brigands, of guardians who wore it into the world’s long dusk, and of those who keep it as a family legend, passed down with a blessing and a warning to temper patience. When you finally swing it yourself, the Celestial Pearl Bludgeoner becomes more than a tool in a fight; it becomes a companion in a larger, star-bound story—the moment when a simple tool becomes a map of the heavens in your hands.