Golem wrights
You hold a tool that feels born from a strange union of the forge and the alchemist's workshop. It has a stout, workmanlike feel, a blade meant for hard and certain tasks.
The blade is a thick-spined cleaver of stonewashed steel, its surface a chaotic pattern of scuffs and shadows, like an iron plate scoured by a thousand forgotten experiments. It’s not a duelist's weapon for delicate thrusts; it’s a chopper, a breaker, a tool of grim and absolute purpose. Its wide, sturdy profile promises to make short work of whatever stands in its way.
The handle is where its true, strange nature is revealed. It is a matrix of perfect, interlocking hexagons, but this is no simple honeycomb. This is the comb of celestial bees, and it is not filled with honey, but with captured nebulae and crushed starlight, a swirling galaxy of luminous blue and silver frozen in a black, resinous sea. A single silver pin gleams in its center, a focal point for the quiet, humming energy contained within.
This is a Golem-wright's cleaver, a Hive-worker's tool—a blade of brutal function, powered by a core of beautiful, structured magic.
You hold a tool that feels born from a strange union of the forge and the alchemist's workshop. It has a stout, workmanlike feel, a blade meant for hard and certain tasks.
The blade is a thick-spined cleaver of stonewashed steel, its surface a chaotic pattern of scuffs and shadows, like an iron plate scoured by a thousand forgotten experiments. It’s not a duelist's weapon for delicate thrusts; it’s a chopper, a breaker, a tool of grim and absolute purpose. Its wide, sturdy profile promises to make short work of whatever stands in its way.
The handle is where its true, strange nature is revealed. It is a matrix of perfect, interlocking hexagons, but this is no simple honeycomb. This is the comb of celestial bees, and it is not filled with honey, but with captured nebulae and crushed starlight, a swirling galaxy of luminous blue and silver frozen in a black, resinous sea. A single silver pin gleams in its center, a focal point for the quiet, humming energy contained within.
This is a Golem-wright's cleaver, a Hive-worker's tool—a blade of brutal function, powered by a core of beautiful, structured magic.
You hold a tool that feels born from a strange union of the forge and the alchemist's workshop. It has a stout, workmanlike feel, a blade meant for hard and certain tasks.
The blade is a thick-spined cleaver of stonewashed steel, its surface a chaotic pattern of scuffs and shadows, like an iron plate scoured by a thousand forgotten experiments. It’s not a duelist's weapon for delicate thrusts; it’s a chopper, a breaker, a tool of grim and absolute purpose. Its wide, sturdy profile promises to make short work of whatever stands in its way.
The handle is where its true, strange nature is revealed. It is a matrix of perfect, interlocking hexagons, but this is no simple honeycomb. This is the comb of celestial bees, and it is not filled with honey, but with captured nebulae and crushed starlight, a swirling galaxy of luminous blue and silver frozen in a black, resinous sea. A single silver pin gleams in its center, a focal point for the quiet, humming energy contained within.
This is a Golem-wright's cleaver, a Hive-worker's tool—a blade of brutal function, powered by a core of beautiful, structured magic.
Stone washed 80crv2 blade. 6 5/8 overall with a 3 1/2 inch hollow ground blade. It will come with a leather sheath dyed black with blue stitching hand stitched by me