Hand-crafted quality. Made for you.
One of the things that makes my pieces special are that they're made differently. Each one is forged on an anvil, and made for you and only you based on the specifications you provide.
I make them all with my own hands in the U.S. I don't manufacture my pieces in a factory. I do it myself. The old fashioned way. With elbow grease, an appreciation for the lost art of blacksmithing, and the joy that comes from creating something beautiful from raw materials. Part of it, is because I love working with my hands. And part of it, is because I don't want to sacrifice my standards. I take pride in my work. Which is why I try so hard to get things right, and do my best to make up for it when I fall short.
There's more to my work than an incredible story. And I want my quality and dedication to my craft to be part of the reason people talk about Midnights Honor.
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"An amazing backstory and unique and beautiful products. I received the two rings I ordered in a timely fashion and was kept updated on delivery. The rings were even more stunning in person. I don’t want to take them off! Now I can’t wait to order more. I can’t thank them enough."
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Dragon Scale - Black Wedding Band - Dark Fantasy Jewelry
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A black band hammered to reflect the scales of a dragon. For him as much as her. And for weddings as much as engagements and personal style. A black stainless steel band that is perfect for lovers of the night and fantasy fanatics alike.
Maker's Note (9/2024):
I am a HUGE fantasy fan and could write a novella on my favorite works and why I love them as much as I do. The pattern to this ring is a cross-hatch that reminds me of a dragon's skin. Thus, Dragon Scale.
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Next Drop: November 27th, 9 PM EST
Pieces from my last Drop.
My Story.
This is the seed that sprouted Midnight's Honor: At our darkest hour, when we're a mess and feel as if the world will abandon us— I am here. I welcome all that you are with open arms. It does not matter how hard it is, how stuck, irritated, or worthless we feel. We are there for us. We, as we are, are something special. Something to be cherished.
This was the promise Elly made me when I was a child.
And it's one I've found important enough to keep till this day.
Elly was the kind of person forged from mythos and legend. An indomitable will that inspired all of those around her.
Me and Elly's childhood was spent split between the mundane Long Island life and a small shadow cult that trafficked adults and children.
Elly looked out for all of her brothers and sisters, at times taking abuse in their stead. Neither me nor any of my other brothers and sisters doubted Elly’s intentions or her will.
As a reminder that she was looking out for me, she would tie a section of thread around my p