Wintersday Warhorn Skin

Wintersday Warhorn Skin glistens in the lamplight, a horn carved from pale ivory and edged with frost that never quite melts. Its surface is smooth as ice, save for minute ridges that catch the torchlight and throw back a thousand tiny rainbows. A ribbon of crimson lacquer winds along the mouthpiece, curling into leaflike tendrils that end in a silver bell the size of a coin. When you tilt it, the wind seems to pause, as if the world itself is listening for a carol no one else can hear. Lore tucked into its engravings speaks of a time when the frost-queen’s herald would sound this horn to wake the sleeping pine wards around ancient keeps, to call the villagers home on the longest night. The horn’s magic is subtle, a whisper rather than a shout, but it carries a memory of winters past in every resonance. On the field, players clasp such a skin not for power but for presence. The Wintersday Warhorn Skin changes only its face—your weapon’s silhouette takes on that pale ivory glow, the carved evergreen motifs catching snowlight. In combat the sound remains the same, a bright crackle of bells and wind that announces you as a storyteller rather than a brute, inviting alignment with allies who know the festival’s rules of mercy and mirth. Outside of battle its role deepens: it marks you as a keeper of winter tales, a traveler who collects small, rare pleasures—the silk-wrapped gift, the scent of pine sap, the memory of a snowfall that never fully melts. Crowds gather as you rattle the horn, and for a moment the world seems to slow, allowing strangers to read the jacket of stories you wear rather than the scars of battles you’ve fought. Market days bring the horn into a different chorus. In the Saddlebag Exchange, where caravans barter trinkets, the Wintersday Warhorn Skin circles among collectors, each bid like a snowdrift shifting with the wind. Some days the price feels modest, a note in a chorus, and other days the festival’s fever pushes it toward a marked crescendo. A buyer might speak of nostalgia, a vendor of future dreams, and the exchange itself becomes a small stage for the tale. The skin’s value isn’t only measured in coins but in the way it threads into a village’s winter memory—the way a player lifts their instrument to unveil the season’s character to friends and strangers alike. Ultimately the Wintersday Warhorn Skin is less a tool and more a story worn on a sleeve: a beacon of shared rituals, of snow-laden streets and bells that never quite lose their chime. It invites you to listen for the next snowfall, to trade a memory for a smile, to remember that even in a world of quests, there is room for a warm breath of winter in your hands.

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Average Price

15.1284

Total Value

46.15

Total Sold

3

Sell Price Avg

22.2399

Sell Orders Sold

1

Sell Value

23.00

Buy Price Avg

11.5727

Buy Orders Sold

2

Buy Value

23.15

Wintersday Warhorn Skin : Sell Orders

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Quantity
320.001
319.99991
315.99921
313.99991
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219.001
217.12021
185.001
184.93991
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159.99991
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158.99921
99.99961
99.991
78.001
76.001
64.99991
59.98991
50.00121
45.00121
43.96961
43.96941
37.99971
37.99941
37.99931
33.001
32.99991
31.991
31.981
31.95021
31.94021
30.002
27.991
25.001
24.9991
24.98871
24.98861
23.98991
23.001

Wintersday Warhorn Skin : Buy Orders

Price
Quantity
11.57341
11.57331
11.57311
11.57281
11.57161
11.56162
11.55451
11.54311
11.44121
11.42111
11.15491
11.1542
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11.15181
11.15141
9.80871
9.7172
9.71271
9.71141
9.70711
9.7071
7.69781
7.69771
6.25521
4.24421
3.18231
1.0111
1.01091
1.01081
1.01062
1.00131
0.04991
0.02891
0.00023