Morvetan

Commissions

Polished to a mirrored sheen, identical mistglass lenses rest within the confines of a smokewood frame. A numbered dial inset along the nose bridge adjusts the optical focus from "Face Value" to "Perfection."
There appears to be something written on it.

"Never go home disappointed."

The greatcoat is an imposing full-length garment tailored of rugged shadowleaf exhibiting a mottled patina dark as the night's sky during Revelfae. Trimmed along the shoulders and back an exquisite snowbeast pelt contrasts sharply against the achromatic leather.

Dark as the night's sky during Revelfae, the steelsilk thread contrasts sharply against the achromatic fabric. Tailored to fall just above the knee, a series of straps along the tunic's opening allows for an adjustable fit along the yoke. A spacious pocket is sewn covertly into the tilted box weave of the arzumondine lining the tunic's interior.

Crafted of dark leather with silversteel-laced threads securing its hems and corners, the bag is lined with interior pockets to prevent any fragile contents from shifting around on even the harshest trek.

Subtle details hint that a collaboration of advanced crafting techniques were used in the bag's construction. Multiple compartments, ties, and pouches organize the various implements of the disciplines providing the satchel with ample storage

An opening has been cut into the cyst, draining it of fluid. The tissues of the resulting expanse, having hardened into a leather-like texture, offer suitable storage as a biological container.

a long-sleeved tunic with an upturned pointed collar: The buttons of this open-front tunic create a nearly seamless closure of the Imperial weave fabric from the sternum down. Despite a practical cut designed to hang loosely off the frame, the garment skirts formality with a stiff collar, neat hems, and ending just below the waist.

Distinctive lettering and a riot of colors immediately draw attention to the bold statement captioned across the chest below the print of a Blue-belly crocodile maw, open and ready to strike.
There appears to be something written on it.

"Robust Apparel."

The dark silhouettes of vague anatomy charts encompass the full length of the blade. Crimson tinged edges are meticulously placed to provide a reference for proper incision.

Circumscribing the tankard's exterior is a series of highly detailed reliefs. Clockwise from the handle, the first is of a female figure defecating into a common drinking vessel, the contents greedily consumed by another female figure in the adjacent scene. In the next relief, exquisite craftsmanship brings every detail of the female retching into the cup, the continuation showing the first female accepting the container from the other and devouring its previously consumed contents.

All but the faintest traces of identification have worn away from the grimoire. Contours of an unidentifiable insignia remain barely visible upon the cover. The bound vellum pages packed tightly with partially legible arcanum have scrawled notes highlighting sections of importance filling the margins.

Twin sanguinai straps weave through darkened spaulders crossing at the midline of the chest, a pair of silversteel rivets securing their junction. The patterned crimson whorls of the sanguinai leather adding depth to an otherwise simple motif.

Their forearm has a tattoo of the words "Fuck Around and Find Out" surrounded by metaphysical runes for mana inked in variegated dyes.

Droughtman's Challenge 441
Captains Ring for the Crimson Blight