Dragon's Tail

Dragon's Tail rests on the smith's bench, a blade of heat and memory. The steel glints with a coppery shine, edges razor-thin, etched with scales that ripple along its length, as if a dragon’s own belly had been pressed into the metal. The hilt is wrapped in worn leather that smells of smoke and rain, with a small charm carved as a wing tip dangling from the pommel. When you lift it, the air shifts—faint tremors, a whisper of heat, a heartbeat you can feel through your gloves. It feels heavier with history, lighter with resolve, as if the weapon remembers every dragon it has tasted and every rider who dared to ride its line. The lore that threads through its making is not a ledger of dates but a map of echoes. Forged in the heat of a dragon’s last stand, Dragon's Tail is said to have borrowed a breath from the beast it slew, cooled in the oil of ancient oaths, tempered by ash that fell when a mountain woke. Some smiths insist the tail scales never fully leave the blade; others swear they do, but only to those who listen with patience. In the field, soldiers swear the weapon hums when the ground trembles, and that hum grows louder as the night crowds in around a dragon's lair. The tail, they say, is a reminder that power is a story told aloud only when courage is ready to listen. In gameplay, its significance unfolds like a story you carry into every skirmish. It isn’t merely a weapon; it’s a narrative device that turns encounters into chapters. When the dragon’s shadow looms, Dragon's Tail seems to awaken joints and sinews that were only hints on a practice dummy. Special skills bloom with the momentum of a hunter’s oath—temporary buffs that feel earned, cooldowns that respect a dragon’s endurance, and a flourish that punctuates the moment a boss finally reveals its softer, cunning side. Players speak of synergy with specific trait lines, of carving through swarms with the same patient, patient cruelty you’d use to dismantle a dragon’s lair, and of cresting the hill with a last, clarifying strike that ends a fight with a whisper, not a shout. Market life keeps pace with myth. Traders tell me the price moves like a living thing, gliding up when a dragon is seen in the hills, dropping when the tales grow thin or the hunts turn cold. Saddlebag Exchange sits along the road between camps, a mother lode of whispers and coin. There, a meticulous clerk razzes the air with a chalk-streaked ledger and tells me what a blade like Dragon's Tail is worth at the moment, what it could fetch if a buyer from a distant harbor wants a keepsake of the hunt. The deal, when it lands, never feels merely financial: it feels like a pact reinforced by smoke and wind, the kind that keeps the adventure alive until the next dragon calls the night to stir again.

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Average Price

136.5457

Total Value

552.00

Total Sold

4

Sell Price Avg

149.9939

Sell Orders Sold

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Sell Value

300.00

Buy Price Avg

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Buy Orders Sold

2

Buy Value

252.00

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Dragon's Tail : Buy Orders

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