Iron Legion Pistol

Iron Legion Pistol rests in my palm like a cooled iron coin, its surface pitted from long service and etched with the marks of a well-loved tool. The barrel is long and slender, lacquered in a deep gunmetal gloss, with a brass band near the muzzle that catches the light as if it remembers dawn from dusk. The grip is wrapped in worn leather, stitched in dark browns that have softened to velvet under years of careful handling. Small rivets gleam along the tang, and a crest—two crossed hammers over a shield—speaks of its makers, the Iron Legion’s relentless engineers who turned brass into weaponry and risk into ritual. It carries a metallic scent, and when you turn it over in your hand you feel the weight of discipline and duty; it’s as if the pistol whispers about orders shouted across a factory floor, about smoke curling over a siege, about a hundred small promises kept under a harsh sun. The texture is smooth where the lacquer has worn, rough where the metal breathes, a paradox that fits its temperament: precise, unyielding, a tool that makes you earn every shot. In the lore of the Iron Legion, such pistols are more than hardware; they are personal banners carried by engineers who learned to improvise under siege and keep calm when alarms scream. Its iron is tempered with stories from a field workshop. It remembers mornings when a gatehouse needed a spark, a door pried open, and a crew needed courage more than luck. It is a tool that whispers discipline can be beautiful, even when the world seems to burn. On the field, the pistol is prized for balance and reliability. It rewards careful pacing: a crisp first shot, a patient reload, a second strike when the moment opens. It shines in tight spaces, its compact frame letting you slip between foes and out again. Used as an offhand companion to a longer rifle or another pistol, it helps maintain a tempo—burst, reload, pin the enemy, move. Its true value, though, lies less in raw power than in the story it imposes on the user: a rhythm learned from factory floors and frontline trenches alike. I found mine not in a grand bazaar but tucked into a corner stall at Saddlebag Exchange, where a wagon’s worth of ore and trinkets had changed hands that week. The merchant spoke softly of scarcity and demand, glancing at the pistol as if it might leap from his hands and run away. The price hovered around two gold, give or take a few silver coins, depending on the buyer’s readiness and the week’s mood. I traded a tale and some coin for the weapon, pocketed the receipt, and stepped back into the dusk with the iron in my palm and the world a touch more tenable. This pistol travels with you through fortune and misfortune, a reminder that every fight has a spine and every spine deserves a weapon that remembers its duty today.

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Average Price

9.8174

Total Value

137.45

Total Sold

14

Sell Price Avg

9.8174

Sell Orders Sold

14

Sell Value

137.45

Buy Price Avg

6.3334

Buy Orders Sold

0

Buy Value

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Iron Legion Pistol : Buy Orders

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