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Magic/Tech Fusion · Ninth Sign · Ash Ritual Reagents
9 variants
The Bastion package is the ritual reagent pack answer for hard wards and sealed hardpoints. Boots fast; trades polish for an answer before the bay clock changes.…
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Blue-grey granules in a double-sealed pouch for rites performed where the ship is sweating, the cave is dripping, or rain has already made a joke of your preparations.…
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Eight sticks of dark binding wax that take a seal cleanly and smell faintly of dock tar. Ash & Salt sells them next to the salt bricks, wrapped so they do not fuse into one sad brick in a warm cargo hold.…
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A stamped tin of measured bone ash for circles that need weight and honesty. Ash & Salt will not tell you whose bones. The tag says 'certified clean' and stops there.
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A screw-top jar of cold-iron filings for lines and pouches when folklore still beats a fancy seal. Ash & Salt keeps a magnet by the register for the inevitable spill, and a broom for the part the magnet misses.…
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Twenty-four cones that burn cool and blue-grey. Used to mark ritual time and to cover the smell of fear. Ash & Salt prints burn times on the box because arguments about 'one more minute' get people hurt.
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Thumb-sized grey pellets kept in an oilskin tin because they drink ambient charge like a thirsty bastard.…
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Iron sand, crushed graphite, and ugly little flakes of shipyard copper. Spread it beneath your boots before working a live circle on a metal deck.…
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A stamped tin of measured mana-salt pinches for circles that need a clean conductor. Ash & Salt will not promise miracles.…
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Moon-Phase Reagent Vial is a thumb vial of pearly suspension that separates into bright and dark layers as local tidal geometry shifts.…
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Reagent Jar (Ritual Grade) is a squat amber jar of graded ritual base: mineral ash, conductive pollen, fixative resin, and enough inert grit to spread evenly.…
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A dry rust-red powder that becomes warm, conductive ritual ink when mixed with water, spit, or cheap spirits. It gives a circle the look of a blood oath without asking anybody to bleed in the first place.
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A narrow treated strip for checking whether a supposedly blessed reagent is the real article or some dockside clown's powdered plaster.…
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Salt & Iron Pinch Box is a two-chamber tin that dispenses coarse black salt from one side and soft iron filings from the other.…
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A compressed brick of sea salt for lines, thresholds, and the kind of folk work that survives when fancy foci fail. Ash & Salt stacks them by the register like candy.
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Low-oxygen resin cones made for cramped berths, clinic cubbies, and ships where the alarm system has no sense of spiritual urgency.…
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Coarse black mineral salt cut with bitter kelp ash, packed in a waxed sachet that survives a wet locker.…
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Single-use glass ampules of warm gold oil, cultured under sterile light and cut with enough old-fashioned resin to smell holy. Crack one over a seal, a threshold, or a frightened friend's door latch. No sermons included.
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Fine silver filings washed in distilled brine and sealed under blue glass. The stuff catches light wrong, like frost on a grave marker. Use sparingly; a vial contains enough money to buy a bad lunch and a worse favor.
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Pale ash from gene-grown lanternmoth husks, with a sweet electrical smell that gets under the tongue. Burn a pinch in a sheltered dish and the local dead, echoes, and low-grade hangers-on start paying attention.
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Pressurized dust bags full of ground chalk, mica, and a little cold iron grit. They make a clean circle even on ugly deck plating, though the bag seams always seem to burst when somebody's already late.
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Thin cedar-dark sticks soaked in mineral resin and old shrine oils. Their smoke clings low and smells like wet wood, engine soot, and somebody else's childhood chapel.…
