It boasts a fine arc and a keen tip designed to pierce through defenses at various angles. Granting them the ability to strike at crucial spots and regions that are not easily protected by armor.

In the annals of history, the tale of this pickaxe begins with the illustrious reign of the second monarch of Thur Malduhr. Behold, King Goraphin Orgroth. Regarded as the sovereign of the Thur Malduhr realms, he was celebrated as the master among those who delve into the earth's depths. Instead of wielding the Alstar China Axe, that first monarch bestowed to the future kings and queens of Thur Malduhr to weild. He bore a powerful pickaxe, ever prepared to unearth the treasures of the planet for his kin, or to drive his foes deep into the soil from whence they came. It is said in ancient tales that the axe bore enchantments, That granted the pickaxe the might to shatter any substance within three strikes. The initial strike would forge a deep creator that begins to fracture and splinter. The second strike fracture lines shall commence to speared out, all over. When the third and final strikes fell, whatever it was lay in ruins, fragmented into countless shards, scattered like the remnants of a long-forgotten tale.

In the annals of history, there exists a tale of a legendary king and his mighty pickaxe, a tale most profound. It was during this fateful time that Yager, a skilled Craftsman of remarkable talent, sought to claim the throne for himself. Arrived with a might of iron constructs and clad in a suit of impenetrable armor. to seize upon his words, claim his rightful place, and confront the king. The fellowship embraced this trial, declaring that only their craftsmanship and them self would be use them in this conflict. Such was the desire of Yager. In a moment of cunning strategy, he dispatched a pair of his iron golems to confront King Goraphin, who was skillfully weaving through the battlefield. Though formidable in strength, the iron golems were burdened by their sluggishness. He foresaw their every maneuver and delivered blows with precision, Disassembling them with each strike until all that remained was a heap of shattered remnants. Two more iron golems remained, and King Goraphin approached with a deliberate pace. Yager commanding his iron golems to leap upon him as he stood firm. As the mighty constructs of iron surged forth with purpose.

King Goraphin surged forward, a force of nature, as he barreled past them, their forms colliding with a resounding thud. With a mighty swing of his pickaxe, the first strike landed, echoing through the air as the armor splintered under the impact. With a fierce determination, he swung his axe at King Goraphin, but the king, ever cunning, redirected the force of the blow. The clash echoed through the hall, leaving a deep crack in the axe, and his hand was sent reeling backward, a testament to the king's formidable strength. Has the king completed his turn, delivering the second blow upon the very same mark, as cracks and fissures begin to spiderweb across the armor, resembling fragile glass. Yager sinks to one knee, the weight of defeat heavy upon him, as the king approaches with a resolute stride. With a decisive blow, the king shatters Yager's armor, sending fragments scattering like the remnants of a once-mighty fortress. Yager, realizing that all his fortifications had crumbled and his iron sentinels lay defeated upon the soil, stood in dismay. He relinquishes his mighty axe and yields to fate. Glory and honor were steadfastly upheld by King Goraphin.