Note location: The Archives, the Catacombs, the Sleepy Town deer statues Number available: Several Conditions to receive from Iskierka: None
St. Sacrifice's angels are among the most contested and desired of contract-partners--for those peculiar individuals who risk the crime of warlocking to help others. Sacrifice's Court-gift is a subtle thing, taking truly-felt altruism and magnifying its effects to the miraculous.
St. Sacrifice's angels are also sought by those who've learned to tear apart Throneborn for the power in them. The Blade of Sacrifice was once an angel itself, though it is said it consented to its use. Insofar as an angel might consent.

The unscrupulous make no pretense of asking the angel before consuming it. So we shrikes learned to our woe with Biding and Sacrifices; so we ate a half-dozen of these precious angels to save ourselves from our own dissolution.
The ones here have halos of white phosphorus and pyre-smoke. They offer the deadly gift that our St. Sacrifice abjured the Throne to write out of reality: A life for the magic to wipe a battlefield clean.
I hate that they have it. I hate that we will need every one of them we can find.
MAGIC | Angels of Sacrifice - 1A
Number available: Several
Conditions to receive from Iskierka: None
St. Sacrifice's angels are among the most contested and desired of contract-partners--for those peculiar individuals who risk the crime of warlocking to help others. Sacrifice's Court-gift is a subtle thing, taking truly-felt altruism and magnifying its effects to the miraculous.
St. Sacrifice's angels are also sought by those who've learned to tear apart Throneborn for the power in them. The Blade of Sacrifice was once an angel itself, though it is said it consented to its use. Insofar as an angel might consent.

The unscrupulous make no pretense of asking the angel before consuming it. So we shrikes learned to our woe with Biding and Sacrifices; so we ate a half-dozen of these precious angels to save ourselves from our own dissolution.
The ones here have halos of white phosphorus and pyre-smoke. They offer the deadly gift that our St. Sacrifice abjured the Throne to write out of reality: A life for the magic to wipe a battlefield clean.
I hate that they have it. I hate that we will need every one of them we can find.