Forged not of bone, but Polylactic Acid — these horns once crowned the ancient dragon Vhar’kesh, whose roar split mountains and whose wings carried tempests across the skies. When he fell in the final battle of the Ember War, his essence scorched the air for seven days, and from that ash his horns were reborn — hollow vessels of the storm’s fury.

Legends say that those who wear them can still hear distant thunder whispering Vhar’kesh’s name, urging them to rise above fear and claim their sky. Few dare to, for the horns remember their true master.