Talk:An Epicurean War-Helm (action)/@comment-78.49.255.97-20170628044809

Hard fought, hard won, hard worn


Renowned in the fabled kingdom of Skite for the daring of their pursuits and the precision of their palates, these connoisseurs took up arms in the land where wounds do not heal. They stalk only the most delectable (and deadly) animals in the long grass and the lightless woods. The skin of the first kill is used to fashion these helms, which are then worn during the first meal of their flesh. They are coated in the blood, juices and culinary sauces that pair best with the meat.

Spiked on one horn is a card, which reads: 'A gift from the Worshipful Company of Victuallers.'