Permanent Sanctified Finisher

A polished slab of sanctified bronze rests in my palm, its surface a mosaic of honeyed brass and ash-gray patina. The edges are scalloped like a saint’s reliquary, and along the rim run fine engravings—flames, feathers, and a tiny sun that seems to glow faintly even in shadow. When I tilt it, the center shard holds a pale amber gem that breathes with a slow, patient light. The texture shifts from smooth to a whisper of grain where the metal has been worn by hands that judged it worthy. A slender chain of runic syllables traces down its back, a whispered language that ties the wearer to a lineage no map can pin down. In this small object lies a claim to memory, a vow carved into metal. Lore says it was forged from relics buried beneath a long-forgotten chapel, stitched together by a circle of sanctified smiths who swore to shield the helpless no matter the cost. After a siege that fractured the city’s faith and left streets slick with rain and rumor, a singular finisher was blessed with permanence—the kind you don’t retire with the next patch or flush away with a new season. The sanctified symbol at its heart is not merely decoration; it is a beacon that calls up the old orders for a single, ceremonial gesture. When a foe is felled, the finisher blooms in a bloom of amber light, as if the sun itself had carved a moment of mercy into the air. In play, the Permanent Sanctified Finisher becomes less a trick of the hand and more a thread in a larger story you tell with every encounter. It’s triggered after a downed enemy, a moment when the crowd’s breath tightens and you step into a ritual people recognize even if they’ve never met you before. The animation is stately and unhurried: a sweeping arc of the arm, a kiss of flame along the blade, and then a final, resolute close that leaves a warm echo in the air. Because it’s permanent, it belongs to you across battles, across characters, a badge of endurance rather than a single skirmish’s memory. Players tell stories with it—how they carried a city’s hope through a blighted stretch of map, how they stood as a witness to mercy amid ruin. Market talk threads through those stories. I wandered into the Saddlebag Exchange, where merchants spin yarns as deftly as they weigh coins. The finisher sat on a felt-burnished shelf, its glow subtle but undeniable, priced in gold that could buy you a map and a night’s shelter—or more if you bargain with the right patrons. It wasn’t cheap, but the right buyer could see the worth of a lifetime’s vow. A clerk murmured old numbers, gently adjusting the tag, and a nod from a watcher who had seen many such relics pass through his stall confirmed the sellable tale: a rare, permanent mark, and a story that could outlive its owner. Passing the finisher from hand to hand is not simply commerce; it’s a continuation of a living legend, a quiet oath kept between battles. And when the amber glow finally fades, the memory remains—a reminder that sanctity, once forged, does not rust away with defeat.

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Average Price

14.7891

Total Value

12.00

Total Sold

1

Sell Price Avg

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Buy Price Avg

14.7891

Buy Orders Sold

1

Buy Value

12.00

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