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»кольцо chadmanx USA Чед geek песочница метеорит 120 грамм
Чувак, вот эта часть кольца была подвержена влиянию космоса!
Для изготовления кольца Чед купил небольшой кусок метеорита весом в 120 грамм. Сначала он медленно высверлил в нём отверстие, затем срезал висящие по краям куски металла, а затем зашлифовал поверхность снаружи и изнутри.
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" In the month of Tammuz, 346th cycle of the Veil's Golden Age, Mortred, the Sister who spoke her name, escapes her imprisonment from Ravenmarch prison tower.
On that day, after a year of silence, reports from the prison overwatch mention 'an impossible blink' from her cell to a crowd of guards and priestesses, coming from the Veiled High Circle for supervision. with 3 council members and 6 guards dead, she made her way to the prison storehouse. Among the missing items, confiscated from other prisoners, are a Troll Executioner axe blade and a rusty mercenary shield.
confronted by the reinforcement, she starts a massacre that annihilates the whole 23rd Veiled Strikers Regiment until sunset, which is known to us as 'the fall of Ravenmarch'.
I, Salos, Keeper of the great Lukard library for 3 generations, were there. witness to the 'red blink', the fall of the regiment, and the end of Ravenmarch. I was there, when nothing but cold wind dancing above death was left. I was there when she approached me, wielding the Troll blade like a dagger, hovering it above my head, looking at me through a black, bloodstained hole that once kept an eye in its place.
I looked at her and said 'Spare me, Mortred, and I will remember your name, and I promise to you so will the Veil and every other soul able to speak a name.'
Until today, in the 2nd Cycle of the Veil's Dark age, no story of her has been heard again; no Sister, hunter or squad comes back alive to tell a story. There's only a name, once forbidden to her, now feared by the realm. "
On that day, after a year of silence, reports from the prison overwatch mention 'an impossible blink' from her cell to a crowd of guards and priestesses, coming from the Veiled High Circle for supervision. with 3 council members and 6 guards dead, she made her way to the prison storehouse. Among the missing items, confiscated from other prisoners, are a Troll Executioner axe blade and a rusty mercenary shield.
confronted by the reinforcement, she starts a massacre that annihilates the whole 23rd Veiled Strikers Regiment until sunset, which is known to us as 'the fall of Ravenmarch'.
I, Salos, Keeper of the great Lukard library for 3 generations, were there. witness to the 'red blink', the fall of the regiment, and the end of Ravenmarch. I was there, when nothing but cold wind dancing above death was left. I was there when she approached me, wielding the Troll blade like a dagger, hovering it above my head, looking at me through a black, bloodstained hole that once kept an eye in its place.
I looked at her and said 'Spare me, Mortred, and I will remember your name, and I promise to you so will the Veil and every other soul able to speak a name.'
Until today, in the 2nd Cycle of the Veil's Dark age, no story of her has been heard again; no Sister, hunter or squad comes back alive to tell a story. There's only a name, once forbidden to her, now feared by the realm. "