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==(Roaring) an angry ebon flame== | ==(Roaring) an angry ebon flame== | ||
Long Description: Black flames taken from an ancient temple ground consume everything around them. | Long Description: Black flames taken from an ancient temple ground consume everything around them. | ||
Look angry ebon flame: | Look angry ebon flame: | ||
Like the pillars of blackflame that once supported the holy grounds of the | Like the pillars of blackflame that once supported the holy grounds of the | ||
Ebon Hand, these holy fires mark the one for whom they were ensorcelled as | Ebon Hand, these holy fires mark the one for whom they were ensorcelled as | ||
one who is a pillar of strength for the Lady and people he serves with his | one who is a pillar of strength for the Lady and people he serves with his | ||
very life-blood. Sworn oaths upon blood and soul mark him as indelibly as | very life-blood. Sworn oaths upon blood and soul mark him as indelibly as | ||
do these fires... for the responsibilities of the Eraic Dhan endure always. | do these fires... for the responsibilities of the Eraic Dhan endure always. | ||
Look ebon: | Look ebon: | ||
You feel as though you have stepped into the infinite Void, ebon oblivion | You feel as though you have stepped into the infinite Void, ebon oblivion | ||
surrounding you in all directions. It is not cool here, however. Instead, | surrounding you in all directions. It is not cool here, however. Instead, | ||
the darkness here is the searing calm at the center of Hell. You stand on | the darkness here is the searing calm at the center of Hell. You stand on | ||
a circular floor comprised of obsidian panels, suspended in the void. Six | a circular floor comprised of obsidian panels, suspended in the void. Six | ||
pits form a hexagon on the floor, an altar at their center. Six fires of | pits form a hexagon on the floor, an altar at their center. Six fires of | ||
midnight black flow out of the pits, flaring to the ceiling. | midnight black flow out of the pits, flaring to the ceiling. | ||
Flowing from the floor, a misshapen lump of obsidian reaches out like an | Flowing from the floor, a misshapen lump of obsidian reaches out like an | ||
ebon hand. | ebon hand. | ||
Look Angry: | Look Angry: | ||
No sweat breaks out upon your brow, no red haze fills your vision, but suddenly, | No sweat breaks out upon your brow, no red haze fills your vision, but suddenly, | ||
and with a powerful force, rage and anger fill you... consume you... burning all | and with a powerful force, rage and anger fill you... consume you... burning all | ||
away but an overwhelming need for vengeance, retribution, and punishment... | away but an overwhelming need for vengeance, retribution, and punishment... | ||
==a glistening spiderweb of platinum and onyx== | ==a glistening spiderweb of platinum and onyx== | ||
Long Description: The ebon form of a spider rests upon a gleaming spiderweb of precious platinum. | Long Description: The ebon form of a spider rests upon a gleaming spiderweb of precious platinum. | ||
Look ebon form spider: | Look ebon form spider: | ||
Examining the spider upon the web, you discern that it is crafted of some sort | Examining the spider upon the web, you discern that it is crafted of some sort | ||
of black gemstone - yet its hardness is unmatched in your experience. It bears | of black gemstone - yet its hardness is unmatched in your experience. It bears | ||
a 'star' within its faceted oval form, yet it is no sapphire. The light seems | a 'star' within its faceted oval form, yet it is no sapphire. The light seems | ||
to flicker and dance, more like a living flame than a reflection in stone. It | to flicker and dance, more like a living flame than a reflection in stone. It | ||
draws you in, until your entire being is focused on that tiny ebon fire. Songs | draws you in, until your entire being is focused on that tiny ebon fire. Songs | ||
you have never heard before, chanted in an arcane and lost tongue, give praise | you have never heard before, chanted in an arcane and lost tongue, give praise | ||
to an ancient deity - yet the words and melody are only in your mind. Shifting | to an ancient deity - yet the words and melody are only in your mind. Shifting | ||
slightly, the spider stirs upon its gleaming web, breaking your focus upon the | slightly, the spider stirs upon its gleaming web, breaking your focus upon the | ||
dancing light. The songs fade in your memory, leaving you wondering if perhaps | dancing light. The songs fade in your memory, leaving you wondering if perhaps | ||
you imagined it all... | you imagined it all... | ||
Look gleaming spiderweb platinum: | Look gleaming spiderweb platinum: | ||
The intricacy of the spiderweb is awe inspiring. Not simply a web, but an interweaving | The intricacy of the spiderweb is awe inspiring. Not simply a web, but an interweaving | ||
of threads, looping back and forth upon itself in complex knotwork, it fascinates. The | of threads, looping back and forth upon itself in complex knotwork, it fascinates. The | ||
form of a spider rests atop the web, it's long legs woven into the web's strands. | form of a spider rests atop the web, it's long legs woven into the web's strands. | ||
Look keywords: | Look keywords: | ||
Keywords: | Keywords: | ||
OBJECT: spiderweb spider web onyx | OBJECT: spiderweb spider web onyx | ||
EXTRAS: ebon form spider | gleaming spiderweb platinum | Keywords | EXTRAS: ebon form spider | gleaming spiderweb platinum | Keywords | ||
Crafted for Myst on this 12th day of the Mont of the Dawning, 2728, | Crafted for Myst on this 12th day of the Mont of the Dawning, 2728, | ||
being August 4, 2005, in the common reckoning. | being August 4, 2005, in the common reckoning. | ||
==a silver signet ring set with a bit of shell== | ==a silver signet ring set with a bit of shell== | ||
Long Description: A silver signet ring ornamented with a bit of shell lies here gleaming. | Long Description: A silver signet ring ornamented with a bit of shell lies here gleaming. | ||
<worn on finger> (Moderate magic) a silver ring set with a spiral shell | <worn on finger> (Moderate magic) a silver ring set with a spiral shell | ||
Look ring shell: | Look ring shell: | ||
Examining this ring, you marvel at the skilled craftsmanship. The design is | Examining this ring, you marvel at the skilled craftsmanship. The design is | ||
clean, elegant, yet masculine. The bevel is circular and cradled within its | clean, elegant, yet masculine. The bevel is circular and cradled within its | ||
grasp is a sea shell. It has been carefully cut in half to reveal intricate | grasp is a sea shell. It has been carefully cut in half to reveal intricate | ||
inward spiraling coils and chambers, each smaller than the rest. Inset into | inward spiraling coils and chambers, each smaller than the rest. Inset into | ||
each section is a tiny diamond, icy and crystalline in its beauty, creating | each section is a tiny diamond, icy and crystalline in its beauty, creating | ||
the illusion that the shell is touched here and there with ice. | the illusion that the shell is touched here and there with ice. | ||
Look diamond diamonds stone ice: | Look diamond diamonds stone ice: | ||
The tiny diamonds flicker with the barest hint of an indigo hue. The innermost | The tiny diamonds flicker with the barest hint of an indigo hue. The innermost | ||
stone seems to have some sort of symbol etched on its surface. | stone seems to have some sort of symbol etched on its surface. | ||
Look symbol sigil spider: | Look symbol sigil spider: | ||
The sigil is too tiny to make out properly. There are details that mortal | The sigil is too tiny to make out properly. There are details that mortal | ||
sight is not keen enough to discern, but surely part of it is an oval and | sight is not keen enough to discern, but surely part of it is an oval and | ||
there are small little lines extending outward, four to a side... | there are small little lines extending outward, four to a side... | ||
==(Indigo Aura) a Thread bound to the Weaver== | ==(Indigo Aura) a Thread bound to the Weaver== | ||
Long Description: Glowing with a divine light, this dappled-brown thread pulses with life energy. | Long Description: Glowing with a divine light, this dappled-brown thread pulses with life energy. | ||
Look dappled-brown: | Look dappled-brown: | ||
As your senses touch the dappled-brown thread, you are swept away from this | As your senses touch the dappled-brown thread, you are swept away from this | ||
tranquil place and up into the azure sky. The winds are incredible, flowing | tranquil place and up into the azure sky. The winds are incredible, flowing | ||
around, above, beneath you like a lover. Your vision is keen - the miles no | around, above, beneath you like a lover. Your vision is keen - the miles no | ||
impediment to seeing your target - and undimmed by the centuries. Though it | impediment to seeing your target - and undimmed by the centuries. Though it | ||
is accurate to say you could soar these skies blinded - they have been your | is accurate to say you could soar these skies blinded - they have been your | ||
home for more years than some cities have existed. Your goal is but a short | home for more years than some cities have existed. Your goal is but a short | ||
distance - A youngling has fallen on the rocks of an unsafe canyon, and he | distance - A youngling has fallen on the rocks of an unsafe canyon, and he | ||
cannot climb back out. Snapping your wings closed, it takes only seconds to | cannot climb back out. Snapping your wings closed, it takes only seconds to | ||
plummet hundreds of feet through the air and into the narrow gorge's depths. | plummet hundreds of feet through the air and into the narrow gorge's depths. | ||
The sharp sound of your talons gripping the stone as you land startles him, | The sharp sound of your talons gripping the stone as you land startles him, | ||
making him cry out. His wails are stilled at your soothing voice and gentle | making him cry out. His wails are stilled at your soothing voice and gentle | ||
expression. The mark of the Chosen upon your breast stills his fears, too. | expression. The mark of the Chosen upon your breast stills his fears, too. | ||
A brief moment later, you are winging upward with your burden, glad to have | A brief moment later, you are winging upward with your burden, glad to have | ||
saved yet another soul. He looks up at you, his light blue eyes gazing with | saved yet another soul. He looks up at you, his light blue eyes gazing with | ||
trust into your own - vivid green to match the forest leaves of Cillidellia | trust into your own - vivid green to match the forest leaves of Cillidellia | ||
- and tells you he will never forget your kindness, Taoiseach... | - and tells you he will never forget your kindness, Taoiseach... | ||
Look thread weaver: | Look thread weaver: | ||
As your inquisitive fingertip touches the Thread, your consciousness is thrust | As your inquisitive fingertip touches the Thread, your consciousness is thrust | ||
Without warning into a storm of sensation. As if your skin had been removed in | Without warning into a storm of sensation. As if your skin had been removed in | ||
A single blink, you sense everything around you. Surrounding you is a complex, | A single blink, you sense everything around you. Surrounding you is a complex, | ||
Beautiful web-like pattern. It touches everything, extending in all directions, | Beautiful web-like pattern. It touches everything, extending in all directions, | ||
Above, below, even through you. You realize in touching it, that you, yourself, | Above, below, even through you. You realize in touching it, that you, yourself, | ||
Are part of this Pattern. One Thread shines comfortingly warmly nearby: a rich | Are part of this Pattern. One Thread shines comfortingly warmly nearby: a rich | ||
Tone of dappled brown, like the softest feathers of a hawk's breast, or a tree- | Tone of dappled brown, like the softest feathers of a hawk's breast, or a tree- | ||
Spirit's eyes, or the freshly tilled earth. The Thread you have sensed...there | Spirit's eyes, or the freshly tilled earth. The Thread you have sensed...there | ||
Is such a sense of contradiction about it. Airy solidity. Joyful wisdom. Quiet | Is such a sense of contradiction about it. Airy solidity. Joyful wisdom. Quiet | ||
Celebration. Connectedness and yet solitude. A Voice rings in your mind: | Celebration. Connectedness and yet solitude. A Voice rings in your mind: | ||
* The Thread of my Taoiseach, Pitt. One I value deeply. A true Servant, friend, | * The Thread of my Taoiseach, Pitt. One I value deeply. A true Servant, friend, | ||
trusted confidant. He walks through this world with heart and compassion. Noble | trusted confidant. He walks through this world with heart and compassion. Noble | ||
in his actions, yet ever approachable in his demeanor. Ever will his Thread be | in his actions, yet ever approachable in his demeanor. Ever will his Thread be | ||
one that I take joy in the Weaving of. May the Three ever bless, ward and keep | one that I take joy in the Weaving of. May the Three ever bless, ward and keep | ||
him. * | him. * | ||
Look keyword keywords: | Look keyword keywords: | ||
Object Keywords: thread dappled brown | Object Keywords: thread dappled brown | ||
Extra Desc Keywords: dappled-brown | thread weaver | keyword keywords | Extra Desc Keywords: dappled-brown | thread weaver | keyword keywords | ||
Made for my Taoiseach, Pitt, on this, Zoardryn the 5th, the month of the | Made for my Taoiseach, Pitt, on this, Zoardryn the 5th, the month of the | ||
Dawning, in the year 2745, by the hand of the Weaver, Cordir. 11/14/05. | Dawning, in the year 2745, by the hand of the Weaver, Cordir. 11/14/05. | ||
==ancient ritual robes of heavy crimson linen== | ==ancient ritual robes of heavy crimson linen== | ||
Long Description: Sigla and runes have been embroidered upon this robe, making it glow with power. | Long Description: Sigla and runes have been embroidered upon this robe, making it glow with power. | ||
<worn about body> (Potent Magic) ancient ritual robes of heavy crimson linen | <worn about body> (Potent Magic) ancient ritual robes of heavy crimson linen | ||
Look embroidery sigla runes: | Look embroidery sigla runes: | ||
Powerful magics have been woven into this robe, and further sorcery | Powerful magics have been woven into this robe, and further sorcery | ||
has been added through painstaking embroidery in threads of mithril | has been added through painstaking embroidery in threads of mithril | ||
and orichalcum. The contrasting embroideries, silver and sable, on | and orichalcum. The contrasting embroideries, silver and sable, on | ||
the crimson fabric are mesmerizing as they flow one into the other. | the crimson fabric are mesmerizing as they flow one into the other. | ||
Here and there, you can pick out certain of the runes, as they seem | Here and there, you can pick out certain of the runes, as they seem | ||
to be based on an ancient dialect of Thoras: | to be based on an ancient dialect of Thoras: | ||
* Chance * Sorcery * Fate * Weaving * Protection * | * Chance * Sorcery * Fate * Weaving * Protection * | ||
Look linen: | Look linen: | ||
Whomever wove the linen used in the making of garment had to have been | Whomever wove the linen used in the making of garment had to have been | ||
a master of their art. The subtlety of hue and texture in the threads | a master of their art. The subtlety of hue and texture in the threads | ||
used create the faint impression of flames flickering about the wearer, | used create the faint impression of flames flickering about the wearer, | ||
wreathing them in fire. | wreathing them in fire. | ||
Look ritual: | Look ritual: | ||
Running a finger along the embroidery, you can almost get a sense of the | Running a finger along the embroidery, you can almost get a sense of the | ||
ritual for which these garments were made. Almost... yet whether divine | ritual for which these garments were made. Almost... yet whether divine | ||
or profane, you cannot discern. | or profane, you cannot discern. | ||
==an ornate tunic of embroidered indigo silk== | ==an ornate tunic of embroidered indigo silk== | ||
Long Description: Gleaming silk lies piled here - a garment of indigo and silver. | Long Description: Gleaming silk lies piled here - a garment of indigo and silver. | ||
Look tunic: | Look tunic: | ||
This tunic is cut to flatter the feminine form: graceful lines draw the eye | This tunic is cut to flatter the feminine form: graceful lines draw the eye | ||
to silk-wrapped softness. The neckline is an elegant oval that hints at but | to silk-wrapped softness. The neckline is an elegant oval that hints at but | ||
does not reveal the upper slope of the wearer's bustline. The sleeves have | does not reveal the upper slope of the wearer's bustline. The sleeves have | ||
insets of a deep burnished silver, matched in wide bands of embroidery that | insets of a deep burnished silver, matched in wide bands of embroidery that | ||
draw the eye to the hem, collar and cuffs. | draw the eye to the hem, collar and cuffs. | ||
Look silk: | Look silk: | ||
The weave of this silk is superlative, with over a thousand threads per inch. | The weave of this silk is superlative, with over a thousand threads per inch. | ||
Hues of indigo and storm blue have been cross-woven to create a depth of hue | Hues of indigo and storm blue have been cross-woven to create a depth of hue | ||
that brings delight to the eye. One cannot help but caress its length and to | that brings delight to the eye. One cannot help but caress its length and to | ||
marvel at the texture. It is like a cloud, or water, or a velvety rose petal, | marvel at the texture. It is like a cloud, or water, or a velvety rose petal, | ||
or all of them at once. The fabric is, you realize, ancient. Older than some | or all of them at once. The fabric is, you realize, ancient. Older than some | ||
of the oceans of this world, older than dragons or gods. Singularly rare, it | of the oceans of this world, older than dragons or gods. Singularly rare, it | ||
is silk woven by the demon in spider form, the Yochlol. In all of time, only | is silk woven by the demon in spider form, the Yochlol. In all of time, only | ||
one person has ever had the stubbornness to force the creature to do as bid. | one person has ever had the stubbornness to force the creature to do as bid. | ||
Look embroidery silver ornate cuffs collar hem: | Look embroidery silver ornate cuffs collar hem: | ||
A wide band of dark silver embroidery has been worked around the hem, cuffs, | A wide band of dark silver embroidery has been worked around the hem, cuffs, | ||
and collar of the tunic. The design is that of an elongated spiderweb, with | and collar of the tunic. The design is that of an elongated spiderweb, with | ||
a series of musical notes dancing along its length, as if the song used the | a series of musical notes dancing along its length, as if the song used the | ||
structure of the web as its own bar, the webspinner as a clef. Scanning its | structure of the web as its own bar, the webspinner as a clef. Scanning its | ||
length, you cannot help but hum the tune represented: jaunty and cheerful. | length, you cannot help but hum the tune represented: jaunty and cheerful. | ||
Look Keywords: | Look Keywords: | ||
Object Keywords: ornate tunic indigo silk | Object Keywords: ornate tunic indigo silk | ||
Description Keywords: Tunic | Silk | embroidery silver ornate cuffs collar hem | Description Keywords: Tunic | Silk | embroidery silver ornate cuffs collar hem | ||
Created for Aoide on Rishanae the 8th, the month of Thawing Ice, being | Created for Aoide on Rishanae the 8th, the month of Thawing Ice, being | ||
September 29th, 2011, by Cordir. | September 29th, 2011, by Cordir. | ||
==(Curled) a sleeping bronze dragonette== | ==(Curled) a sleeping bronze dragonette== | ||
Long Description: Curled into a neat coil, this dragonette is fast asleep... or is he? | Long Description: Curled into a neat coil, this dragonette is fast asleep... or is he? | ||
Dracos wears (Curled) a sleeping bronze dragonette around his neck. | Dracos wears (Curled) a sleeping bronze dragonette around his neck. | ||
Look dragonette: | Look dragonette: | ||
This small dragonette is coiled about the neck of his bonded companion, | This small dragonette is coiled about the neck of his bonded companion, | ||
and appears to be dead asleep, snoozing after a good meal. However, the | and appears to be dead asleep, snoozing after a good meal. However, the | ||
sound of your movement alerts him, and one brilliant jade eye opens and | sound of your movement alerts him, and one brilliant jade eye opens and | ||
gazes directly at you, keenly aware of the slightest indication that an | gazes directly at you, keenly aware of the slightest indication that an | ||
assault upon his friend might be imminent. | assault upon his friend might be imminent. | ||
Look Tirdin: | Look Tirdin: | ||
The dragonette slowly blinks back the inner membrane of his eyes, making | The dragonette slowly blinks back the inner membrane of his eyes, making | ||
the bright jade of them flash and reflect. His talons extend slightly, a | the bright jade of them flash and reflect. His talons extend slightly, a | ||
soft, eerie scratching noise whispering up from the firm leather padding | soft, eerie scratching noise whispering up from the firm leather padding | ||
on his owner's doublet, and a clear warning is given of his willingness | on his owner's doublet, and a clear warning is given of his willingness | ||
to watch and ward and protect his friend. | to watch and ward and protect his friend. | ||
* Do Not Even THINK about it,* he says in your mind, hissing softly and | * Do Not Even THINK about it,* he says in your mind, hissing softly and | ||
baring small but completely effective fangs. * I bite. And while you would | baring small but completely effective fangs. * I bite. And while you would | ||
not be tasty, I can always wash out my mouth. * He makes a soft, hissing | not be tasty, I can always wash out my mouth. * He makes a soft, hissing | ||
sound that can only be interpreted as a chuckle. | sound that can only be interpreted as a chuckle. | ||
==(Squirming) a pair of oddly fuzzy mittens..== | ==(Squirming) a pair of oddly fuzzy mittens..== | ||
Long Description: A pair of dark black mittens lies here. Except that they just... meowed? | Long Description: A pair of dark black mittens lies here. Except that they just... meowed? | ||
<worn on finger> (powerful magic) (Squirming) a pair of oddly fuzzy mittens.. | <worn on finger> (powerful magic) (Squirming) a pair of oddly fuzzy mittens.. | ||
Look mittens kittens kitten-mittens: | Look mittens kittens kitten-mittens: | ||
Just a simple little pair of mittens, eh? Knitted, no doubt. Angora maybe. | Just a simple little pair of mittens, eh? Knitted, no doubt. Angora maybe. | ||
No. Nothing so simple. | No. Nothing so simple. | ||
Some sort of great and terrible sorcery was used. The kind that historians | Some sort of great and terrible sorcery was used. The kind that historians | ||
try to keep quite hush-hush lest the unwary or foolish attempt to recreate | try to keep quite hush-hush lest the unwary or foolish attempt to recreate | ||
such monstrosities. Truly, only a madman would have made such a thing. The | such monstrosities. Truly, only a madman would have made such a thing. The | ||
mind boggles, as you examine the unnatural thing before you: mittens, soft | mind boggles, as you examine the unnatural thing before you: mittens, soft | ||
and warm and luxurious, made of a dark black fur. Unremarkable, Except... | and warm and luxurious, made of a dark black fur. Unremarkable, Except... | ||
Except for the undeniable fact that THEY ARE ALIVE! They blink at you with | Except for the undeniable fact that THEY ARE ALIVE! They blink at you with | ||
adorable, kittenish blue-gray eyes, and mewl and purr. Truly, this is mage- | adorable, kittenish blue-gray eyes, and mewl and purr. Truly, this is mage- | ||
craft gone terribly, terribly awry. | craft gone terribly, terribly awry. | ||
==(Icy) a perfectly crafted martini== | ==(Icy) a perfectly crafted martini== | ||
Long Description: Two olives float in a crystal clear libation perfectly made from crisp gin. | Long Description: Two olives float in a crystal clear libation perfectly made from crisp gin. | ||
<held> (Potent magic) (Icy) a martini | <held> (Potent magic) (Icy) a martini | ||
Look martini: | Look martini: | ||
According to the connoisseur, the only true martini is made with gin, | According to the connoisseur, the only true martini is made with gin, | ||
a drop of Dry Vermouth and, perhaps (if you are the daring sort), a | a drop of Dry Vermouth and, perhaps (if you are the daring sort), a | ||
crisp, green olive (two if you are feeling decadent). | crisp, green olive (two if you are feeling decadent). | ||
It takes a certain kind of man to carry off a martini. Suave. Dashing. | It takes a certain kind of man to carry off a martini. Suave. Dashing. | ||
A bit of a rogue. The kind that would have the scent of a good cigar, | A bit of a rogue. The kind that would have the scent of a good cigar, | ||
the midnight breezes by the ocean, and the warmth of leather clinging | the midnight breezes by the ocean, and the warmth of leather clinging | ||
to the crispness of his linen shirt. Understated, yet eloquent. | to the crispness of his linen shirt. Understated, yet eloquent. | ||
Perfect, then, that this martini belongs to Pol. | Perfect, then, that this martini belongs to Pol. | ||
Look Keywords: | Look Keywords: | ||
keywords: gin martini | keywords: gin martini | ||
extra keywords: martini | extra keywords: martini | ||
Crafted for Pol, who is spiffycool, by Cordir. 08/10/06. | Crafted for Pol, who is spiffycool, by Cordir. 08/10/06. | ||
==a small, lumpy, beaded leather amulet bag== | ==a small, lumpy, beaded leather amulet bag== | ||
Long Description: Various objects of unseen quality and quantity make this small amulet bag bulge. | Long Description: Various objects of unseen quality and quantity make this small amulet bag bulge. | ||
Look amulet bag: | Look amulet bag: | ||
Crafted to be worn upon a plain thong around the neck, this amulet bag is | Crafted to be worn upon a plain thong around the neck, this amulet bag is | ||
nearly devoid of decoration. A small design of coarsely handmade beads of | nearly devoid of decoration. A small design of coarsely handmade beads of | ||
some kind of green stone forms a spiral upon the front of the tiny pouch, | some kind of green stone forms a spiral upon the front of the tiny pouch, | ||
and here and there, bright feathers dangle and sway. Various small items, | and here and there, bright feathers dangle and sway. Various small items, | ||
each with their own meaning and purpose, have been stuffed into the pouch | each with their own meaning and purpose, have been stuffed into the pouch | ||
and cause it to bulge outward. Only a small knot of sinew wrapped tightly | and cause it to bulge outward. Only a small knot of sinew wrapped tightly | ||
around a large bead holds the amulet bag closed. | around a large bead holds the amulet bag closed. | ||
Look contents items: | Look contents items: | ||
It takes a long moment to manage to open the amulet bag: the sinew that binds | It takes a long moment to manage to open the amulet bag: the sinew that binds | ||
it closed has gotten wet at some point -- most likely drool, spit, or perhaps | it closed has gotten wet at some point -- most likely drool, spit, or perhaps | ||
some ale or grog -- and shrank. But once the clasp is loosened, the contents | some ale or grog -- and shrank. But once the clasp is loosened, the contents | ||
spill out into your hand: | spill out into your hand: | ||
- a tiny mouse skull, somehow intact | - a tiny mouse skull, somehow intact | ||
- a bit of bright string, tied in a strangely purposeful pattern of knots | - a bit of bright string, tied in a strangely purposeful pattern of knots | ||
- a single white whisker, perhaps from a cat? | - a single white whisker, perhaps from a cat? | ||
- a fragment of pottery, the colors faded and ancient | - a fragment of pottery, the colors faded and ancient | ||
- a tiny carving of ash wood, crafted in the form of a weasel | - a tiny carving of ash wood, crafted in the form of a weasel | ||
- a small bit of sage, the leaf dried and brittle | - a small bit of sage, the leaf dried and brittle | ||
- a smooth stone taken from a stream bed | - a smooth stone taken from a stream bed | ||
- a dried claw from some form of bird | - a dried claw from some form of bird | ||
- a small silver charm in the shape of a spider | - a small silver charm in the shape of a spider | ||
- an origami crane | - an origami crane | ||
How you're going to fit them all back in, is entirely beyond you. | How you're going to fit them all back in, is entirely beyond you. | ||
Look beads beadwork spiral pattern: | Look beads beadwork spiral pattern: | ||
It's difficult to discern what type of stone was used in the crafting of these | It's difficult to discern what type of stone was used in the crafting of these | ||
beads. They appear to have been made by hand, carefully chipped and rounded, a | beads. They appear to have been made by hand, carefully chipped and rounded, a | ||
tiny hole drilled in each (though some aren't exactly centered). They are not | tiny hole drilled in each (though some aren't exactly centered). They are not | ||
of emerald, or tourmaline, or jade...what they might be eludes you. Spiraling | of emerald, or tourmaline, or jade...what they might be eludes you. Spiraling | ||
inward, the beads form a neat coil that almost reminds you of a serpent biting | inward, the beads form a neat coil that almost reminds you of a serpent biting | ||
its own tail. | its own tail. | ||
Look keywords dedication inscription info: | Look keywords dedication inscription info: | ||
Keywords: Amulet Bag | Keywords: Amulet Bag | ||
Extras : amulet bag / beadwork spiral pattern / contents items | Extras : amulet bag / beadwork spiral pattern / contents items | ||
Crafted with gratitude and thanks for Oook -- For all his hard work on behalf of the | Crafted with gratitude and thanks for Oook -- For all his hard work on behalf of the | ||
Chosen of Fate, by the hand of a proud Goddess on 2am on Searynx the 11th, the month | Chosen of Fate, by the hand of a proud Goddess on 2am on Searynx the 11th, the month | ||
of the Deities' Wrath, in the year 2607. (Friday, August 8th, 2003.) | of the Deities' Wrath, in the year 2607. (Friday, August 8th, 2003.) | ||
==a diamond and platinum spider-shaped torc== | ==a diamond and platinum spider-shaped torc== | ||
Long Description: An unusually large, perfect diamond creates the body of a spider on this torc. | Long Description: An unusually large, perfect diamond creates the body of a spider on this torc. | ||
<worn around neck> (Artifact magic) a diamond and platinum spider-shaped torc | <worn around neck> (Artifact magic) a diamond and platinum spider-shaped torc | ||
Look spider torc: | Look spider torc: | ||
This crescent of metal is stunning in its complexity and grace: | This crescent of metal is stunning in its complexity and grace: | ||
the body of a black widow spider is formed by a unusually large | the body of a black widow spider is formed by a unusually large | ||
and flawless diamond. Its legs interweave with one another, the | and flawless diamond. Its legs interweave with one another, the | ||
forelegs curving around the wearer's neck. The arachnid's body | forelegs curving around the wearer's neck. The arachnid's body | ||
would sit perfectly in the pool of the wearer's throat. | would sit perfectly in the pool of the wearer's throat. | ||
Look diamond teardrop: | Look diamond teardrop: | ||
The diamond that forms the spider's thorax is of unusual size and | The diamond that forms the spider's thorax is of unusual size and | ||
clarity, as well as being completely without flaw. Its color is a | clarity, as well as being completely without flaw. Its color is a | ||
brilliant white, with hints of cyan and indigo shimmering within. | brilliant white, with hints of cyan and indigo shimmering within. | ||
Staring intently at the stone, your reflection gazes back at you: | Staring intently at the stone, your reflection gazes back at you: | ||
yet, then the images shift, and visions appear. | yet, then the images shift, and visions appear. | ||
Look vision visions: | Look vision visions: | ||
Visions flow over the surface of this flawless stone, shifting one | Visions flow over the surface of this flawless stone, shifting one | ||
to another as smoothly as the Pattern itself is woven: | to another as smoothly as the Pattern itself is woven: | ||
* A young elf grows to manhood, hearing the call of honor and duty. * | * A young elf grows to manhood, hearing the call of honor and duty. * | ||
* Vows are given to a Lady and Her Fated: blood, tears, lives shed. * | * Vows are given to a Lady and Her Fated: blood, tears, lives shed. * | ||
* Countless times, the Elf interposes himself, risking all for Her. * | * Countless times, the Elf interposes himself, risking all for Her. * | ||
* Challenges are accepted, quests undertaken, he leads, he follows. * | * Challenges are accepted, quests undertaken, he leads, he follows. * | ||
* Kneeling at Her feet, he accepts a great gift and responsibility. * | * Kneeling at Her feet, he accepts a great gift and responsibility. * | ||
* The duty of ordainment is borne with dignity, honor and ferocity. * | * The duty of ordainment is borne with dignity, honor and ferocity. * | ||
* Leading from the front, he teaches the Blades to avenge, protect. * | * Leading from the front, he teaches the Blades to avenge, protect. * | ||
* Years pass: The ageless Elf steadfast in his vigilence and honor. * | * Years pass: The ageless Elf steadfast in his vigilence and honor. * | ||
* A void passes between the Elf and the Lady - Desolate seperation. * | * A void passes between the Elf and the Lady - Desolate seperation. * | ||
* The Mists disperse permitting the Elf to return: Joy. Homecoming. * | * The Mists disperse permitting the Elf to return: Joy. Homecoming. * | ||
* The Pattern clears: it is time for a new path. Tears. Resolution. * | * The Pattern clears: it is time for a new path. Tears. Resolution. * | ||
* Once more, he kneels before Her. New vows and paths. Honor. Duty. * | * Once more, he kneels before Her. New vows and paths. Honor. Duty. * | ||
With a wracking shudder, you come to yourself once more, the vision | With a wracking shudder, you come to yourself once more, the vision | ||
fading like a morning mist burned away by the sun. | fading like a morning mist burned away by the sun. | ||
Look keyword keywords: | Look keyword keywords: | ||
Object Keywords: diamond platinum torc spider | Object Keywords: diamond platinum torc spider | ||
Extra Desc keywords: Spider Torc | Diamond Teardrop | Vision Visions | Extra Desc keywords: Spider Torc | Diamond Teardrop | Vision Visions | ||
Created for Kethran upon his release from Ordainment, with My | Created for Kethran upon his release from Ordainment, with My | ||
grateful thanks and My joyous blessings for all you have done. | grateful thanks and My joyous blessings for all you have done. | ||
No Goddess could ever ask a more devoted servant. - Cordir | No Goddess could ever ask a more devoted servant. - Cordir | ||
==(Woven) raven's song and midnight's gleam== | ==(Woven) raven's song and midnight's gleam== | ||
Long Description: Ephemeral essences are woven here: the harsh cry of a raven, and inky midnight. | Long Description: Ephemeral essences are woven here: the harsh cry of a raven, and inky midnight. | ||
<worn on finger> (Artifact magic) (Woven) raven's song and midnight's gleam | <worn on finger> (Artifact magic) (Woven) raven's song and midnight's gleam | ||
Look raven song midnight gleam: | Look raven song midnight gleam: | ||
The Firstborn elves learned to weave impossible things: memory, sounds, | The Firstborn elves learned to weave impossible things: memory, sounds, | ||
tastes, purest essences, and create tangible things. In this case, the | tastes, purest essences, and create tangible things. In this case, the | ||
Lady Weaver has done the crafting, interweaving the harsh cry of ravens | Lady Weaver has done the crafting, interweaving the harsh cry of ravens | ||
with the velvety swath of midnight. The two, together, wrack your heart | with the velvety swath of midnight. The two, together, wrack your heart | ||
with anguish and a longing you cannot comprehend. They exist entwined, | with anguish and a longing you cannot comprehend. They exist entwined, | ||
forming a band of melody and shadow, and a ephemeral concept of change, | forming a band of melody and shadow, and a ephemeral concept of change, | ||
death, and chaos blended into a single elusive whole. | death, and chaos blended into a single elusive whole. | ||
Look keywords keyword: | Look keywords keyword: | ||
Object Keywords: raven song midnight gleam | Object Keywords: raven song midnight gleam | ||
Extra Keywords: raven song midnight gleam | Keywords | Extra Keywords: raven song midnight gleam | Keywords | ||
Reforged on 08/20/2005 for Azilix. | Reforged on 08/20/2005 for Azilix. | ||
==an unusual timepiece upon a long silver chain== | ==an unusual timepiece upon a long silver chain== | ||
Long Description: There's something a bit odd about this pocketwatch. Perhaps its the way it glows. | Long Description: There's something a bit odd about this pocketwatch. Perhaps its the way it glows. | ||
<worn with pride> an unusual pocketwatch upon a long silver chain | <worn with pride> an unusual pocketwatch upon a long silver chain | ||
Look pocketwatch timepiece: | Look pocketwatch timepiece: | ||
The air seems to shimmer and shudder around this timepiece, as if it was robed | The air seems to shimmer and shudder around this timepiece, as if it was robed | ||
in vapor or mist. It has an oddly long winding stem and the face of the watch | in vapor or mist. It has an oddly long winding stem and the face of the watch | ||
is concealed by a hinged cover. A long length of chain with a clip on the end | is concealed by a hinged cover. A long length of chain with a clip on the end | ||
is attached to the top of the watch, allowing it to be secured to a garment. | is attached to the top of the watch, allowing it to be secured to a garment. | ||
Look cover : | Look cover : | ||
The cover is engraved upon its face with a simple symbol - an hourglass - | The cover is engraved upon its face with a simple symbol - an hourglass - | ||
which is surrounded by scrolling arabasques and intricate knotwork. | which is surrounded by scrolling arabasques and intricate knotwork. | ||
Look knotwork: | Look knotwork: | ||
The knotwork that surrounds the very outer edge of the cover are tiny | The knotwork that surrounds the very outer edge of the cover are tiny | ||
little triskales... three sided knots that alternate in color between | little triskales... three sided knots that alternate in color between | ||
crimson, indigo and violet. | crimson, indigo and violet. | ||
Look hourglass: | Look hourglass: | ||
The sands of the hourglass almost seem to visibly slip through the | The sands of the hourglass almost seem to visibly slip through the | ||
aperture, from one hemisphere to the other. At this moment in time, | aperture, from one hemisphere to the other. At this moment in time, | ||
the sands appear to be running out... | the sands appear to be running out... | ||
Look face: | Look face: | ||
Opening the cover, you note that the time displayed is midnight, and that | Opening the cover, you note that the time displayed is midnight, and that | ||
the second hand appears to be running backwards... | the second hand appears to be running backwards... | ||
Look winding stem: | Look winding stem: | ||
The winding stem is unusually long and is shaped like a key. As your inquisitive | The winding stem is unusually long and is shaped like a key. As your inquisitive | ||
fingers run over its surface, you realize that it can turn in either direction. | fingers run over its surface, you realize that it can turn in either direction. | ||
But who would wish to turn back time? | But who would wish to turn back time? | ||
Look chain: | Look chain: | ||
The chain is made of silver, polished to a near mirror shine. Each link | The chain is made of silver, polished to a near mirror shine. Each link | ||
is perfect and strong, shaped like two ovals joined end to end. | is perfect and strong, shaped like two ovals joined end to end. | ||
Look keywords: | Look keywords: | ||
Object keywords: timepiece pocketwatch chain silver | Object keywords: timepiece pocketwatch chain silver | ||
Restring keywords: pocketwatch timepiece | cover | face | stem | chain | Restring keywords: pocketwatch timepiece | cover | face | stem | chain | ||
hourglass | knotwork | keyword keywords | hourglass | knotwork | keyword keywords | ||
Created on July 15, 2011, as a gift for Vale, in thanks for his contributions | Created on July 15, 2011, as a gift for Vale, in thanks for his contributions | ||
to the project that helps time's ravages to stand still. | to the project that helps time's ravages to stand still. | ||
-C | -C | ||
==(Ebon Aura) (Storming) the Weaver's vengeance and rage== | ==(Ebon Aura) (Storming) the Weaver's vengeance and rage== | ||
Long Description: The rage and vengeful spirit of the Weaver has coalesced into a deadly weapon. | Long Description: The rage and vengeful spirit of the Weaver has coalesced into a deadly weapon. | ||
<wielded> (Ebon Aura) (Storming) the Weaver's vengeance and rage | <wielded> (Ebon Aura) (Storming) the Weaver's vengeance and rage | ||
Look weapon: | Look weapon: | ||
For a moment, it appeared that you held a long, slender, deadly blade, with | For a moment, it appeared that you held a long, slender, deadly blade, with | ||
an edge a razor would envy. But you must have been mistaken, for clearly it | an edge a razor would envy. But you must have been mistaken, for clearly it | ||
is a spear like those of legends, fit for a god's hand, a demonslayer. No, | is a spear like those of legends, fit for a god's hand, a demonslayer. No, | ||
it is simply a narrow weaving shuttle, hand-made of some pale, silvery wood. | it is simply a narrow weaving shuttle, hand-made of some pale, silvery wood. | ||
Again it shifts, and is a stiletto, stained dark so as not to reflect light, | Again it shifts, and is a stiletto, stained dark so as not to reflect light, | ||
yet haloed in a deep indigo flame. Yet in all of its forms, its essence is | yet haloed in a deep indigo flame. Yet in all of its forms, its essence is | ||
the same: This weapon was forged by the fury and vengeance of the Weaver - | the same: This weapon was forged by the fury and vengeance of the Weaver - | ||
the one who for whom it was made wields it does so in Her name and with Her | the one who for whom it was made wields it does so in Her name and with Her | ||
blessing... any others will be cursed and damned. | blessing... any others will be cursed and damned. | ||
Look vengeance rage: | Look vengeance rage: | ||
A crimson tide obscures your vision for a moment, and your entire being | A crimson tide obscures your vision for a moment, and your entire being | ||
shakes with a rage so overwhelming you drown in it, your conciousness a | shakes with a rage so overwhelming you drown in it, your conciousness a | ||
single thought: *VENGEANCE* You feel the weight of bone and sinew and | single thought: *VENGEANCE* You feel the weight of bone and sinew and | ||
flesh gone icy pressing down against your arms and torso where you hold | flesh gone icy pressing down against your arms and torso where you hold | ||
the still form of one once vibrant. Like a force of nature, like a tide, | the still form of one once vibrant. Like a force of nature, like a tide, | ||
like a storm, the anger builds and crashes over you... and beyond doubt, | like a storm, the anger builds and crashes over you... and beyond doubt, | ||
beyond questioning, you know your purpose: to be the instrument and the | beyond questioning, you know your purpose: to be the instrument and the | ||
vengeance that is the only salve to the pain borne by the Lady. | vengeance that is the only salve to the pain borne by the Lady. | ||
Look keywords: | Look keywords: | ||
Item Keywords: vengeance rage | Item Keywords: vengeance rage | ||
Description Keywords: Vengeance Rage // Weapon // Keywords | Description Keywords: Vengeance Rage // Weapon // Keywords | ||
Given this day, Cearn the 27th, the month of the Shallow Graves, in the | Given this day, Cearn the 27th, the month of the Shallow Graves, in the | ||
year 2652, this being Friday, May 7 2004, in the common reckoning, as a | year 2652, this being Friday, May 7 2004, in the common reckoning, as a | ||
momento of the first Avatar Quest from Cordir to her Ordained, Kethran: | momento of the first Avatar Quest from Cordir to her Ordained, Kethran: | ||
well done, vivat, and huzzah! | well done, vivat, and huzzah! | ||
==(Aglow) an ebon spider from the Lady's web== | ==(Aglow) an ebon spider from the Lady's web== | ||
Long Description: This small ebon spider blinks all eight eyes and looks for the Lady's friend. | Long Description: This small ebon spider blinks all eight eyes and looks for the Lady's friend. | ||
Look ebon spider: | Look ebon spider: | ||
It is difficult to tell if this is a natural or unnatural creature, as there are | It is difficult to tell if this is a natural or unnatural creature, as there are | ||
are many things about it that not 'normal' for its kind: foremost being its size. | are many things about it that not 'normal' for its kind: foremost being its size. | ||
Nearly a hand-span in width, it has long, chitinous legs that end in small barbs. | Nearly a hand-span in width, it has long, chitinous legs that end in small barbs. | ||
A bright crimson hourglass is visible upon its belly, and this easily recognized | A bright crimson hourglass is visible upon its belly, and this easily recognized | ||
symbol glows with a dull ruby-colored light. Its eyes bear a jewel-like facetted | symbol glows with a dull ruby-colored light. Its eyes bear a jewel-like facetted | ||
brilliance, each a tiny crimson orb. It blinks slowly, and bares its tiny little | brilliance, each a tiny crimson orb. It blinks slowly, and bares its tiny little | ||
fangs in what you can only assume is a smile or grin of sorts. Dipping slightly, | fangs in what you can only assume is a smile or grin of sorts. Dipping slightly, | ||
it appears to bow. | it appears to bow. | ||
It says softly (in ancient Thoras), 'I serve the Lady by lighting the way for one | It says softly (in ancient Thoras), 'I serve the Lady by lighting the way for one | ||
She names as valued friend.' | She names as valued friend.' | ||
Look prize: | Look prize: | ||
Given as a prize for winning The Great Race, at 5am on Searynx the 11th, | Given as a prize for winning The Great Race, at 5am on Searynx the 11th, | ||
the month of the Deities' Wrath, in the year 2587. | the month of the Deities' Wrath, in the year 2587. | ||
The system time is Thu Apr 10 18:04:11 2003 | The system time is Thu Apr 10 18:04:11 2003 | ||
Look Keywords: | Look Keywords: | ||
Keywords: Ebon Spider | Keywords: Ebon Spider | ||
Extras: Ebon Spider | Prize | Extras: Ebon Spider | Prize | ||
[[Category:Cordir]] | [[Category:Cordir]] | ||
[[Category:Triat References]] | [[Category:Triat References]] |
Revision as of 12:43, 23 March 2015
Notes: I have written well over a hundred restrings - probably much closer to two hundred. Here are some of my favorites from over the years. As these are my creation and were made for specific folks, I would ask that they NOT be replicated on the mud. As far as I know, only Aoide's tunic and possibly Corri's Kitten Mittens still exist: If anyone has any of these items, other than those two, please let me know. - Cordir 14:25, 18 June 2012 (MST)
(Roaring) an angry ebon flame
Long Description: Black flames taken from an ancient temple ground consume everything around them. Look angry ebon flame: Like the pillars of blackflame that once supported the holy grounds of the Ebon Hand, these holy fires mark the one for whom they were ensorcelled as one who is a pillar of strength for the Lady and people he serves with his very life-blood. Sworn oaths upon blood and soul mark him as indelibly as do these fires... for the responsibilities of the Eraic Dhan endure always. Look ebon: You feel as though you have stepped into the infinite Void, ebon oblivion surrounding you in all directions. It is not cool here, however. Instead, the darkness here is the searing calm at the center of Hell. You stand on a circular floor comprised of obsidian panels, suspended in the void. Six pits form a hexagon on the floor, an altar at their center. Six fires of midnight black flow out of the pits, flaring to the ceiling. Flowing from the floor, a misshapen lump of obsidian reaches out like an ebon hand. Look Angry: No sweat breaks out upon your brow, no red haze fills your vision, but suddenly, and with a powerful force, rage and anger fill you... consume you... burning all away but an overwhelming need for vengeance, retribution, and punishment...
a glistening spiderweb of platinum and onyx
Long Description: The ebon form of a spider rests upon a gleaming spiderweb of precious platinum. Look ebon form spider: Examining the spider upon the web, you discern that it is crafted of some sort of black gemstone - yet its hardness is unmatched in your experience. It bears a 'star' within its faceted oval form, yet it is no sapphire. The light seems to flicker and dance, more like a living flame than a reflection in stone. It draws you in, until your entire being is focused on that tiny ebon fire. Songs you have never heard before, chanted in an arcane and lost tongue, give praise to an ancient deity - yet the words and melody are only in your mind. Shifting slightly, the spider stirs upon its gleaming web, breaking your focus upon the dancing light. The songs fade in your memory, leaving you wondering if perhaps you imagined it all... Look gleaming spiderweb platinum: The intricacy of the spiderweb is awe inspiring. Not simply a web, but an interweaving of threads, looping back and forth upon itself in complex knotwork, it fascinates. The form of a spider rests atop the web, it's long legs woven into the web's strands. Look keywords: Keywords: OBJECT: spiderweb spider web onyx EXTRAS: ebon form spider | gleaming spiderweb platinum | Keywords Crafted for Myst on this 12th day of the Mont of the Dawning, 2728, being August 4, 2005, in the common reckoning.
a silver signet ring set with a bit of shell
Long Description: A silver signet ring ornamented with a bit of shell lies here gleaming. <worn on finger> (Moderate magic) a silver ring set with a spiral shell Look ring shell: Examining this ring, you marvel at the skilled craftsmanship. The design is clean, elegant, yet masculine. The bevel is circular and cradled within its grasp is a sea shell. It has been carefully cut in half to reveal intricate inward spiraling coils and chambers, each smaller than the rest. Inset into each section is a tiny diamond, icy and crystalline in its beauty, creating the illusion that the shell is touched here and there with ice. Look diamond diamonds stone ice: The tiny diamonds flicker with the barest hint of an indigo hue. The innermost stone seems to have some sort of symbol etched on its surface. Look symbol sigil spider: The sigil is too tiny to make out properly. There are details that mortal sight is not keen enough to discern, but surely part of it is an oval and there are small little lines extending outward, four to a side...
(Indigo Aura) a Thread bound to the Weaver
Long Description: Glowing with a divine light, this dappled-brown thread pulses with life energy. Look dappled-brown: As your senses touch the dappled-brown thread, you are swept away from this tranquil place and up into the azure sky. The winds are incredible, flowing around, above, beneath you like a lover. Your vision is keen - the miles no impediment to seeing your target - and undimmed by the centuries. Though it is accurate to say you could soar these skies blinded - they have been your home for more years than some cities have existed. Your goal is but a short distance - A youngling has fallen on the rocks of an unsafe canyon, and he cannot climb back out. Snapping your wings closed, it takes only seconds to plummet hundreds of feet through the air and into the narrow gorge's depths. The sharp sound of your talons gripping the stone as you land startles him, making him cry out. His wails are stilled at your soothing voice and gentle expression. The mark of the Chosen upon your breast stills his fears, too. A brief moment later, you are winging upward with your burden, glad to have saved yet another soul. He looks up at you, his light blue eyes gazing with trust into your own - vivid green to match the forest leaves of Cillidellia - and tells you he will never forget your kindness, Taoiseach... Look thread weaver: As your inquisitive fingertip touches the Thread, your consciousness is thrust Without warning into a storm of sensation. As if your skin had been removed in A single blink, you sense everything around you. Surrounding you is a complex, Beautiful web-like pattern. It touches everything, extending in all directions, Above, below, even through you. You realize in touching it, that you, yourself, Are part of this Pattern. One Thread shines comfortingly warmly nearby: a rich Tone of dappled brown, like the softest feathers of a hawk's breast, or a tree- Spirit's eyes, or the freshly tilled earth. The Thread you have sensed...there Is such a sense of contradiction about it. Airy solidity. Joyful wisdom. Quiet Celebration. Connectedness and yet solitude. A Voice rings in your mind: * The Thread of my Taoiseach, Pitt. One I value deeply. A true Servant, friend, trusted confidant. He walks through this world with heart and compassion. Noble in his actions, yet ever approachable in his demeanor. Ever will his Thread be one that I take joy in the Weaving of. May the Three ever bless, ward and keep him. * Look keyword keywords: Object Keywords: thread dappled brown Extra Desc Keywords: dappled-brown | thread weaver | keyword keywords Made for my Taoiseach, Pitt, on this, Zoardryn the 5th, the month of the Dawning, in the year 2745, by the hand of the Weaver, Cordir. 11/14/05.
ancient ritual robes of heavy crimson linen
Long Description: Sigla and runes have been embroidered upon this robe, making it glow with power. <worn about body> (Potent Magic) ancient ritual robes of heavy crimson linen Look embroidery sigla runes: Powerful magics have been woven into this robe, and further sorcery has been added through painstaking embroidery in threads of mithril and orichalcum. The contrasting embroideries, silver and sable, on the crimson fabric are mesmerizing as they flow one into the other. Here and there, you can pick out certain of the runes, as they seem to be based on an ancient dialect of Thoras: * Chance * Sorcery * Fate * Weaving * Protection * Look linen: Whomever wove the linen used in the making of garment had to have been a master of their art. The subtlety of hue and texture in the threads used create the faint impression of flames flickering about the wearer, wreathing them in fire. Look ritual: Running a finger along the embroidery, you can almost get a sense of the ritual for which these garments were made. Almost... yet whether divine or profane, you cannot discern.
an ornate tunic of embroidered indigo silk
Long Description: Gleaming silk lies piled here - a garment of indigo and silver. Look tunic: This tunic is cut to flatter the feminine form: graceful lines draw the eye to silk-wrapped softness. The neckline is an elegant oval that hints at but does not reveal the upper slope of the wearer's bustline. The sleeves have insets of a deep burnished silver, matched in wide bands of embroidery that draw the eye to the hem, collar and cuffs. Look silk: The weave of this silk is superlative, with over a thousand threads per inch. Hues of indigo and storm blue have been cross-woven to create a depth of hue that brings delight to the eye. One cannot help but caress its length and to marvel at the texture. It is like a cloud, or water, or a velvety rose petal, or all of them at once. The fabric is, you realize, ancient. Older than some of the oceans of this world, older than dragons or gods. Singularly rare, it is silk woven by the demon in spider form, the Yochlol. In all of time, only one person has ever had the stubbornness to force the creature to do as bid. Look embroidery silver ornate cuffs collar hem: A wide band of dark silver embroidery has been worked around the hem, cuffs, and collar of the tunic. The design is that of an elongated spiderweb, with a series of musical notes dancing along its length, as if the song used the structure of the web as its own bar, the webspinner as a clef. Scanning its length, you cannot help but hum the tune represented: jaunty and cheerful. Look Keywords: Object Keywords: ornate tunic indigo silk Description Keywords: Tunic | Silk | embroidery silver ornate cuffs collar hem Created for Aoide on Rishanae the 8th, the month of Thawing Ice, being September 29th, 2011, by Cordir.
(Curled) a sleeping bronze dragonette
Long Description: Curled into a neat coil, this dragonette is fast asleep... or is he? Dracos wears (Curled) a sleeping bronze dragonette around his neck. Look dragonette: This small dragonette is coiled about the neck of his bonded companion, and appears to be dead asleep, snoozing after a good meal. However, the sound of your movement alerts him, and one brilliant jade eye opens and gazes directly at you, keenly aware of the slightest indication that an assault upon his friend might be imminent. Look Tirdin: The dragonette slowly blinks back the inner membrane of his eyes, making the bright jade of them flash and reflect. His talons extend slightly, a soft, eerie scratching noise whispering up from the firm leather padding on his owner's doublet, and a clear warning is given of his willingness to watch and ward and protect his friend. * Do Not Even THINK about it,* he says in your mind, hissing softly and baring small but completely effective fangs. * I bite. And while you would not be tasty, I can always wash out my mouth. * He makes a soft, hissing sound that can only be interpreted as a chuckle.
(Squirming) a pair of oddly fuzzy mittens..
Long Description: A pair of dark black mittens lies here. Except that they just... meowed? <worn on finger> (powerful magic) (Squirming) a pair of oddly fuzzy mittens.. Look mittens kittens kitten-mittens: Just a simple little pair of mittens, eh? Knitted, no doubt. Angora maybe. No. Nothing so simple. Some sort of great and terrible sorcery was used. The kind that historians try to keep quite hush-hush lest the unwary or foolish attempt to recreate such monstrosities. Truly, only a madman would have made such a thing. The mind boggles, as you examine the unnatural thing before you: mittens, soft and warm and luxurious, made of a dark black fur. Unremarkable, Except... Except for the undeniable fact that THEY ARE ALIVE! They blink at you with adorable, kittenish blue-gray eyes, and mewl and purr. Truly, this is mage- craft gone terribly, terribly awry.
(Icy) a perfectly crafted martini
Long Description: Two olives float in a crystal clear libation perfectly made from crisp gin. <held> (Potent magic) (Icy) a martini
Look martini: According to the connoisseur, the only true martini is made with gin, a drop of Dry Vermouth and, perhaps (if you are the daring sort), a crisp, green olive (two if you are feeling decadent). It takes a certain kind of man to carry off a martini. Suave. Dashing. A bit of a rogue. The kind that would have the scent of a good cigar, the midnight breezes by the ocean, and the warmth of leather clinging to the crispness of his linen shirt. Understated, yet eloquent. Perfect, then, that this martini belongs to Pol. Look Keywords: keywords: gin martini extra keywords: martini Crafted for Pol, who is spiffycool, by Cordir. 08/10/06.
a small, lumpy, beaded leather amulet bag
Long Description: Various objects of unseen quality and quantity make this small amulet bag bulge. Look amulet bag: Crafted to be worn upon a plain thong around the neck, this amulet bag is nearly devoid of decoration. A small design of coarsely handmade beads of some kind of green stone forms a spiral upon the front of the tiny pouch, and here and there, bright feathers dangle and sway. Various small items, each with their own meaning and purpose, have been stuffed into the pouch and cause it to bulge outward. Only a small knot of sinew wrapped tightly around a large bead holds the amulet bag closed. Look contents items: It takes a long moment to manage to open the amulet bag: the sinew that binds it closed has gotten wet at some point -- most likely drool, spit, or perhaps some ale or grog -- and shrank. But once the clasp is loosened, the contents spill out into your hand: - a tiny mouse skull, somehow intact - a bit of bright string, tied in a strangely purposeful pattern of knots - a single white whisker, perhaps from a cat? - a fragment of pottery, the colors faded and ancient - a tiny carving of ash wood, crafted in the form of a weasel - a small bit of sage, the leaf dried and brittle - a smooth stone taken from a stream bed - a dried claw from some form of bird - a small silver charm in the shape of a spider - an origami crane How you're going to fit them all back in, is entirely beyond you. Look beads beadwork spiral pattern: It's difficult to discern what type of stone was used in the crafting of these beads. They appear to have been made by hand, carefully chipped and rounded, a tiny hole drilled in each (though some aren't exactly centered). They are not of emerald, or tourmaline, or jade...what they might be eludes you. Spiraling inward, the beads form a neat coil that almost reminds you of a serpent biting its own tail. Look keywords dedication inscription info: Keywords: Amulet Bag Extras : amulet bag / beadwork spiral pattern / contents items Crafted with gratitude and thanks for Oook -- For all his hard work on behalf of the Chosen of Fate, by the hand of a proud Goddess on 2am on Searynx the 11th, the month of the Deities' Wrath, in the year 2607. (Friday, August 8th, 2003.)
a diamond and platinum spider-shaped torc
Long Description: An unusually large, perfect diamond creates the body of a spider on this torc. <worn around neck> (Artifact magic) a diamond and platinum spider-shaped torc Look spider torc: This crescent of metal is stunning in its complexity and grace: the body of a black widow spider is formed by a unusually large and flawless diamond. Its legs interweave with one another, the forelegs curving around the wearer's neck. The arachnid's body would sit perfectly in the pool of the wearer's throat. Look diamond teardrop: The diamond that forms the spider's thorax is of unusual size and clarity, as well as being completely without flaw. Its color is a brilliant white, with hints of cyan and indigo shimmering within. Staring intently at the stone, your reflection gazes back at you: yet, then the images shift, and visions appear. Look vision visions: Visions flow over the surface of this flawless stone, shifting one to another as smoothly as the Pattern itself is woven: * A young elf grows to manhood, hearing the call of honor and duty. * * Vows are given to a Lady and Her Fated: blood, tears, lives shed. * * Countless times, the Elf interposes himself, risking all for Her. * * Challenges are accepted, quests undertaken, he leads, he follows. * * Kneeling at Her feet, he accepts a great gift and responsibility. * * The duty of ordainment is borne with dignity, honor and ferocity. * * Leading from the front, he teaches the Blades to avenge, protect. * * Years pass: The ageless Elf steadfast in his vigilence and honor. * * A void passes between the Elf and the Lady - Desolate seperation. * * The Mists disperse permitting the Elf to return: Joy. Homecoming. * * The Pattern clears: it is time for a new path. Tears. Resolution. * * Once more, he kneels before Her. New vows and paths. Honor. Duty. * With a wracking shudder, you come to yourself once more, the vision fading like a morning mist burned away by the sun. Look keyword keywords: Object Keywords: diamond platinum torc spider Extra Desc keywords: Spider Torc | Diamond Teardrop | Vision Visions Created for Kethran upon his release from Ordainment, with My grateful thanks and My joyous blessings for all you have done. No Goddess could ever ask a more devoted servant. - Cordir
(Woven) raven's song and midnight's gleam
Long Description: Ephemeral essences are woven here: the harsh cry of a raven, and inky midnight. <worn on finger> (Artifact magic) (Woven) raven's song and midnight's gleam Look raven song midnight gleam: The Firstborn elves learned to weave impossible things: memory, sounds, tastes, purest essences, and create tangible things. In this case, the Lady Weaver has done the crafting, interweaving the harsh cry of ravens with the velvety swath of midnight. The two, together, wrack your heart with anguish and a longing you cannot comprehend. They exist entwined, forming a band of melody and shadow, and a ephemeral concept of change, death, and chaos blended into a single elusive whole. Look keywords keyword: Object Keywords: raven song midnight gleam Extra Keywords: raven song midnight gleam | Keywords Reforged on 08/20/2005 for Azilix.
an unusual timepiece upon a long silver chain
Long Description: There's something a bit odd about this pocketwatch. Perhaps its the way it glows. <worn with pride> an unusual pocketwatch upon a long silver chain Look pocketwatch timepiece: The air seems to shimmer and shudder around this timepiece, as if it was robed in vapor or mist. It has an oddly long winding stem and the face of the watch is concealed by a hinged cover. A long length of chain with a clip on the end is attached to the top of the watch, allowing it to be secured to a garment. Look cover : The cover is engraved upon its face with a simple symbol - an hourglass - which is surrounded by scrolling arabasques and intricate knotwork. Look knotwork: The knotwork that surrounds the very outer edge of the cover are tiny little triskales... three sided knots that alternate in color between crimson, indigo and violet. Look hourglass: The sands of the hourglass almost seem to visibly slip through the aperture, from one hemisphere to the other. At this moment in time, the sands appear to be running out... Look face: Opening the cover, you note that the time displayed is midnight, and that the second hand appears to be running backwards... Look winding stem: The winding stem is unusually long and is shaped like a key. As your inquisitive fingers run over its surface, you realize that it can turn in either direction. But who would wish to turn back time? Look chain: The chain is made of silver, polished to a near mirror shine. Each link is perfect and strong, shaped like two ovals joined end to end. Look keywords: Object keywords: timepiece pocketwatch chain silver Restring keywords: pocketwatch timepiece | cover | face | stem | chain hourglass | knotwork | keyword keywords Created on July 15, 2011, as a gift for Vale, in thanks for his contributions to the project that helps time's ravages to stand still. -C
(Ebon Aura) (Storming) the Weaver's vengeance and rage
Long Description: The rage and vengeful spirit of the Weaver has coalesced into a deadly weapon. <wielded> (Ebon Aura) (Storming) the Weaver's vengeance and rage Look weapon: For a moment, it appeared that you held a long, slender, deadly blade, with an edge a razor would envy. But you must have been mistaken, for clearly it is a spear like those of legends, fit for a god's hand, a demonslayer. No, it is simply a narrow weaving shuttle, hand-made of some pale, silvery wood. Again it shifts, and is a stiletto, stained dark so as not to reflect light, yet haloed in a deep indigo flame. Yet in all of its forms, its essence is the same: This weapon was forged by the fury and vengeance of the Weaver - the one who for whom it was made wields it does so in Her name and with Her blessing... any others will be cursed and damned. Look vengeance rage: A crimson tide obscures your vision for a moment, and your entire being shakes with a rage so overwhelming you drown in it, your conciousness a single thought: *VENGEANCE* You feel the weight of bone and sinew and flesh gone icy pressing down against your arms and torso where you hold the still form of one once vibrant. Like a force of nature, like a tide, like a storm, the anger builds and crashes over you... and beyond doubt, beyond questioning, you know your purpose: to be the instrument and the vengeance that is the only salve to the pain borne by the Lady. Look keywords: Item Keywords: vengeance rage Description Keywords: Vengeance Rage // Weapon // Keywords Given this day, Cearn the 27th, the month of the Shallow Graves, in the year 2652, this being Friday, May 7 2004, in the common reckoning, as a momento of the first Avatar Quest from Cordir to her Ordained, Kethran: well done, vivat, and huzzah!
(Aglow) an ebon spider from the Lady's web
Long Description: This small ebon spider blinks all eight eyes and looks for the Lady's friend. Look ebon spider: It is difficult to tell if this is a natural or unnatural creature, as there are are many things about it that not 'normal' for its kind: foremost being its size. Nearly a hand-span in width, it has long, chitinous legs that end in small barbs. A bright crimson hourglass is visible upon its belly, and this easily recognized symbol glows with a dull ruby-colored light. Its eyes bear a jewel-like facetted brilliance, each a tiny crimson orb. It blinks slowly, and bares its tiny little fangs in what you can only assume is a smile or grin of sorts. Dipping slightly, it appears to bow. It says softly (in ancient Thoras), 'I serve the Lady by lighting the way for one She names as valued friend.' Look prize: Given as a prize for winning The Great Race, at 5am on Searynx the 11th, the month of the Deities' Wrath, in the year 2587. The system time is Thu Apr 10 18:04:11 2003 Look Keywords: Keywords: Ebon Spider Extras: Ebon Spider | Prize