Seven Reapers Hammer Skin

Seven Reapers Hammer Skin glints in the forge-light, a slab of midnight iron dressed in bone-white runes that curl along the head like withered vines. The hammer’s face wears seven sigils, each one a small mouth waiting to speak when it meets steel—tiny roars turned to whispers as you swing. The grip is wrapped in weathered leather, rubbed smooth where hands have learned the weight of history, and the butt is bound with a ring of pale metal that catches a glint of green as if a secret frost travels through the wood. It feels heavier in the hand than its dimensions suggest, not merely iron and leather but a memory carried close to the bone, a cold current that runs from tip to grip. Lore threads coil around it like a delicate net. They say the Seven Reapers were seven wardens who kept pace with the world’s turning, not to harvest souls in a blaze of fear but to harvest the battles that would otherwise swallow the living whole. When their vigil faded, the hammer’s skin was said to have absorbed a chorus of stories—the clang of sieges, the hiss of dark pacts, the soft sigh of a rallying horn after a desperate retreat. So the skin carries more than texture: it carries a rumor that every swing could reweave a fragment of the night, that every strike might unlock a thread in a larger tapestry of war and mercy. In play, the skin is practical only in appearance, yet its presence feels like a quiet oath. The weapon itself remains a tool—the spark of a blunt instrument that can bash through armor and momentum—but the skin shifts the moment, turning the hammer into a banner of endurance. You swing and the air carries a dull, righteous echo; your enemies glimpse seven silhouettes at the edge of vision, as if the wardens themselves brief you before a crucial encounter. It’s a cosmetic identity with a practical pulse: it signals a story you’ve chosen to align with, and that choice gathers small talismans of respect from allies who recognize the weight of what you carry. Market gossip threads into the story, too, because in a world where every hunter eyes a prize, the skin is a rare jewel. I wandered past stalls and caravans until the name Saddlebag Exchange drifted on the crowd like a coin whisper. There, tucked among ancient kits and fresh trinkets, the Seven Reapers Hammer Skin lounged in a glass case, priced by the steady thumb of traders who know the rhythm of demand. The price reflected not just metal and pigment but the cadence of a legend—two gold and some trade-worn silver, or a fair barter with a story to tell, perhaps a tale of a night spent listening to a reaper’s old songs and living to tell the next dawn. The trader’s eyes softened when I mentioned the skin’s origin; he’d seen enough of scars and glories to sense that this one was meant for more than display. So I carried it away, not just as a weapon’s adornment but as a companion in the longer tale of battles fought with care and courage. The Seven Reapers Hammer Skin doesn’t erase a fight’s danger; it offers a way to remember it—the vigil, the pact, the choice to stand a little longer when the world seems ready to crumble.

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Average Price

26.2069

Total Value

79.41

Total Sold

3

Sell Price Avg

34.2008

Sell Orders Sold

1

Sell Value

34.99

Buy Price Avg

22.21

Buy Orders Sold

2

Buy Value

44.42

Seven Reapers Hammer Skin : Sell Orders

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Seven Reapers Hammer Skin : Buy Orders

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