A tool or a weapon, both found in kind A chip on your shoulder, bring one to grind A friend offers theirs, when you're in a bind Should you obtain it, you've been unassigned

I am an animal product, with a medieval feel. I reigned a good part of the millennium though, until I was dethroned by steel. I drink from a little vase, on paper and parchment I leave my trace.

Rings that attatch to eachother look great. I ordered something, the deliverer's on their way...

You’ll find me in a ring and down the slopes, but not in the octagon.

One-piece wonder worn by those who reach for the skies, stepping into a world of stars and stripes. A cozy companion for gravity-defying adventures.