The Iron Anchor Armory
Est. 2025 • Human Fighter
The Iron Anchor Armory
The shop smells of brine and oil. A jar of preserved gull feathers sits on the counter; the shopkeeper greets customers with a clipped sea shanty. He keeps a ba...
Shopkeeper
Mirella "Ironhook" Thorne, a Human Fighter (Lvl 8)
Keeper's Species
Human
Shop Inventory
(14)A classic pirate favorite: supple leather reinforced with riveted studs. Good for mobility aboard a heaving deck and easy to patch with sailcloth.
Riveted rings and plates over mail; battered and salt-streaked but solid. Favored by deck sergeants who take boarders head-on.
A round iron buckler, rimed with salt and fitted with straps. Small, cheap, and effective at deflecting blades.
A patched brigandine whose plates have been rimmed with hammered iron. It hums faintly when faerie-light is near.
A well-balanced blade that sees equal service cutting rigging and foes. Polished to a dull gleam that hides many repairs.
A compact, light bow that fits in a hammock and is accurate enough for sailors firing from rigging.
A hand-and-a-half cutlass hammered from black steel, its fuller inlaid with a thin seam of bright iron and a thread of mother-of-pearl along the guard.
A curved cutlass with a silvered edge. Handy for crews who expect fae trickery or lycanthropic trouble near the shoals.
Clear glass phial with a rosy liquid — a staple of every ship's first aid kit. Useful after grappling or a close-quarters tumble.
A salt-stiffened cloak with a lining stitched with runes of warding. Worn by captains and boatswains who expect more than just cannonfire.
Soft-leather boots worn down at the heels but wrapped to a sailor's leg; they seem to swallow creaks and squeaks.
A small crystal vial of dust collected from tidepools where moon-flowers bloom. Scent of salt and ozone. Popular with deckhands assigned to fae-haunted shoals.
A carved token of whale-bone and tin with a strip of iron woven through the chain; sailors swear it keeps will-o'-wisps at bay.
A powdered paste in a snap vial that explodes into three yards of clinging line when thrown. Crew favorite for quick stops during boarding.
Mirella "Ironhook" Thorne
Shop Atmosphere
“The shop smells of brine and oil. A jar of preserved gull feathers sits on the counter; the shopkeeper greets customers with a clipped sea shanty. He keeps a battered sextant behind the register and refuses to accept treasure that smells of iron alone — 'If the fae touched it, I want a word and coin.'”
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