Its story
A broad, spring-loaded piton of shadow-obsidian, its surface veined with dull green mineral flecks. A hundred feet of pale, braided petrified serpent tendon is fixed through its iron-dark eye. The line feels cool and faintly ridged beneath the fingers, and gives a low, dry creak when pulled taut. A recessed notch near the piton’s head marks the twist-and-pull release.
Lore
Along the Maw of Siss’tha, a secured line can mean the difference between reaching a hidden aquifer and vanishing into the green-dark below. Ledge-camp guides still tap an anchor twice against the stone before trusting it, listening for the deep, solid note that marks a sound hold.
History
Maw salvagers fashioned the first anchors to lower workers into the abyss without trusting frayed hemp or exposed iron. This surviving pattern was refined after acid seepage and volcanic vents repeatedly ruined ordinary climbing gear.