STATUS:
All Made to Order Items Ship in 8 Weeks. Comes as a single piece.
MATERIAL and FINISH:
mirror polished white brass
LORE:
In the heart of Schwarzwald’s miasmic ruins, where the Heretics had cornered the members of the CULT—a rogue faction flooding Pandora with excess abyss miasma—Shiro Hayabusa struck his decisive blow on the opposition, slicing his neck deep to have his head hanging by one fourth of flesh, dangling off his shoulders. Amid the shattered remnants of their industrial stronghold, he pried open a looted chest, its lid splintered by his karambit knives, revealing the *Armor Hoop Earring*. Crafted from the reinforced scales of a slain Cult enforcer, this articulated hoop gleamed with a dull, Tainted sheen, its design a circle of interlocking plates of blessed silver that whispered of the Cult’s intent to wage a gang war—likely against the other starving factions—using a hoard of stolen artifacts to tip the balance of power. The earring, now pierced through Shiro’s other earlobe, heightened his battle perception and awareness, allowing him to anticipate the Tainted’s moves through the fog of battle.
Back at the Abandoned Cathedral, under the flickering torchlight of its undercroft, Shiro and Lorde Terror crafted a companion piece: the *Cerberus Dagger Earring*. Using Shiro’s own Stolen Dagger Charm—reclaimed from a prior hunt—as a core, they melded it with fragments of Cult-forged steel and a drop of Terror’s draconic blood. The resulting dagger-shaped earring, its edge honed to a lethal point, dangled with articulated executioner spiked chain links that scratched his neck as he moved. This relic boosted his physical strength, channeling the abyss to enhance his strikes. The Cult’s plan unraveled with their fall; their artifact collection, meant to fuel their war, now served Shiro’s vengeance.
Drinking his sorrows away at Hellhole, a grimy bar in Pandora’s underbelly, Shiro downed strong whiskey and crushed a line of Ketamine, the earrings’ weight a constant reminder of his triumph. The spiked chain links grazed his skin as he rode his Yamaha R6 there, their presence a promise of further onslaught. His next kill—a Tainted thief hoarding another artifact—would yield a reward: a custom blade, its edge forged from the thief’s essence, brought them that much closer to seeking the Cult Stronghold, sensing their thick miasma through the fog of Pandora.
