Abaddon Mace

Abaddon Mace rests on the vendor’s cloth, its head a dark iron spire crowned with a halo of runes that glow faintly like dying embers. The metal is pocked and cold to the touch, as if the weapon itself remembers every clash, every breath drawn in a siege. The grip is wrapped in faded leather, threadbare where fingers would rub smooth, and the copper rivets have aged to a greenish patina. Along the haft, sigils coil in a smoky script, each line a memory of a pact between smith and omen. When the air cools or the candlelight shifts, the runes flare a moment, as if the mace leans into its own story, inviting a listener to listen to the iron speak. The Abaddon name is not just a label for a weapon; it is a whisper travelers share about a forge that listened to war itself. Folklore says it was tempered where ash met oath, forged by a master who believed that doom could be bent toward the defense of the weak. Some vendors tell of a battle where the mace stood at the center of a shield-wall, each strike scattering rumors of a landmark victory; others claim it hung in a temple as a reminder that power, if left untempered, can devour its own bearers. To hold it is to feel the weight of that history in the palm, to sense the old world trying to remind you that a swing is never merely a motion but a consequence. In play, the Abaddon Mace feels like a hinge between past and present. It’s a one-handed weapon that invites a sturdy companion—often a shield—so its wielder can press forward with authority. The first strike rings through armor and bone alike, and the impact carries a steadier rhythm that steadies a group even when chaos erupts. Players speak of the mace as a tool for front-line skirmishes and charged moments when a line must not break. It is less about flashy combos and more about the momentum you borrow from legend itself, the sense that your next swing might redraw who survives the day. As with any cherished relic, its value roams with the market winds. Traders and collectors compare stories as much as statistics, and that is where Saddlebag Exchange slides into the tale. A hunter might trade a woven map and a handful of rare salvaged components for a shot at the Abaddon Mace, while a collector checks recent listings, reading the tone of the seller’s voice in the description and weighing the distance between memory and reality. The price, like the mace’s glow, shifts with demand and the stories attached to it. Sometimes a buyer’s bid comes with a tale of sacrifice, and that tale carries its own value too. So the Abaddon Mace persists, not just as a weapon but as a thread tying an old myth to a bustling market, a tool that makes champions feel chosen and a relic that makes markets feel alive. Thus the mace travels, gathering stories as it goes onward. In crowded stalls and quiet camps alike, its legend keeps pace with trade and the rhythm of war. Thus the tale of Abaddon Mace becomes a living map for those who bargain, swing, and listen.

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Average Price

32.9999

Total Value

33.00

Total Sold

1

Sell Price Avg

32.9999

Sell Orders Sold

1

Sell Value

33.00

Buy Price Avg

25.00

Buy Orders Sold

0

Buy Value

0.00

Abaddon Mace : Sell Orders

Price
Quantity
299.99991
248.98981
248.98971
235.69682
235.69651
210.01392
199.99981
199.991
190.551
151.001
110.001
105.001
100.001
99.99991
98.98751
89.05441
87.992
87.98981
87.811
85.843
85.80011
83.99951
83.90982
83.79991
66.991
61.99991
61.95951
58.90332
58.90321
58.89311
54.003
52.001
49.992
47.47461
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47.05881
44.44441
44.44421
44.43921
44.001
43.98991
40.96961
40.96951
35.99971
34.99941
34.99931
34.001
33.001

Abaddon Mace : Buy Orders

Price
Quantity
25.001
24.70711
24.70062
24.69841
24.69761
24.69741
18.34681
18.33431
18.20971
18.18191
14.55781
14.00121
14.00041
11.55181
11.55151
10.52431
9.991
6.001
4.001
1.41424
1.40431
1.39791
1.00421
1.00011
0.12951
0.01191
0.00371
0.0016
0.00024