evasive1
02-06-2017, 10:12 PM
a pulsating alexandrite tanto illuminated silver by the flickering urnon pommel.
SHOW:
Transparent alexandrite forms the blade and hilt of the misericord, masterfully crafted with a razor-sharp edge. A pulsating urnon pommel sends brilliant pulses of varying hues down the blade, making it hard to judge the true color of the alexandrite. The urnon pommel flickers silver, shifting occasionally but returning to the silver hue. (This changes slightly when properties are successfully frozen)
I believe it's the only chaos dagger in existence, from the 2016 great auction. Testing shows that the enchant ranges slightly in your favor from -16 to +34. Each swing changes the description/show to one of 12 different colors which denote a flare, or VHCW/VHDW. Flares very frequently, often back-to-back, or every other swing. PR so far is 6 flares in a row.
Can have a long description and show. Can be ensorcelled and baned.
Can CLUTCH it to attempt to assert your will on the urnon, freezing its properties (including enchant) for approximately 5 minutes if you succeed; if you fail you have to wait a few minutes before you can try again. Various scripts below:
CLUTCH (success):
You wrap your hands around the hilt of your alexandrite tanto and gird your will against the presence emanating from the urnon pommel. You feel the obstinence of the urnon defer to your determination.
CLUTCH (failure):
You wrap your hands around the hilt of your alexandrite tanto and gird your will against the presence emanating from the urnon pommel. A darkness creeps into your vision, and you cede before you black out.
PULL:
You draw your hand over the hilt of your alexandrite tanto, your fingers lingering on the urnon pommel. At your touch, the metal melts and ripples before reforming.
PUSH:
You push your alexandrite tanto away from you, turning the urnon pommel outward. The urnon pulses, sending black tendrils writhing across the tanto's hilt before dissipating.
Crimson: disruption
White: cold
Silvery: steam
Golden: disintegration
Red: fire
Green: acid
Silver: void
Blue: lightning
Silvery-blue: plasma
Brown: earth
Grey: vhdw
Black: vhcw
LORESONG:
As you open your eyes, a slight feeling of panic overtakes your senses. Darkness overwhelms your being, enveloping the surroundings, the silence deafening. You reach out to grasp at nothing as your arms flail into open space. You stretch, sensing limitless boundaries, the open space incomprehensible. The feelings of fear and wonderment threaten to destroy your very being before the vision fades away, returning you to your original surroundings.
Your song spins wildly across your alexandrite tanto as ribbons of reality begin to rip apart the scene before you, bringing you back into the void. The fear that had once permeated the space has become one of determination as you attempt to rein in the chaos unfolding around you. Hours? Days? Years? You are unsure of the lapse of time and before the madness conquers your mind, you begin to feel. You feel crystalline edges that quickly morph into smooth curves, then coils and spikes. The rush of discovery floods your body as the ribbons of time reform, and you are once again where you began.
As your voice slashes through a pulsating alexandrite tanto illuminated silvery-blue by the flickering urnon pommel, you are suddenly thrust upon a scene of battle, the sounds of swords and shields clashing together the stark opposite of your once silent surroundings. You feel your force unleashed upon waves of invaders, the pure chaos overwhelming, yet it feels as though your hunger is insatiable. Your spikes stab through armor, your spherical body colliding into flesh and bone, collision after collision overlapping until you are yanked back into reality, your breathing heavy as sweat pools across your collarbone.
Your quiet melody caresses a pulsating alexandrite tanto illuminated silvery-blue by the flickering urnon pommel, and you are transported back into the darkened silence. Absent is the feeling of loneliness, the solitude replaced by an unending yearning. The taste of freshly spilled blood dances across your tongue and you are overcome by gratitude, as you have finally found a purpose. Your being stretches out once again across everything and nothing and your laughter absorbs into the darkness. And you wait for sweet release once again.
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Easily one of the best daggers I've ever owned (and great for TWC).
This is now sold and delivered
SHOW:
Transparent alexandrite forms the blade and hilt of the misericord, masterfully crafted with a razor-sharp edge. A pulsating urnon pommel sends brilliant pulses of varying hues down the blade, making it hard to judge the true color of the alexandrite. The urnon pommel flickers silver, shifting occasionally but returning to the silver hue. (This changes slightly when properties are successfully frozen)
I believe it's the only chaos dagger in existence, from the 2016 great auction. Testing shows that the enchant ranges slightly in your favor from -16 to +34. Each swing changes the description/show to one of 12 different colors which denote a flare, or VHCW/VHDW. Flares very frequently, often back-to-back, or every other swing. PR so far is 6 flares in a row.
Can have a long description and show. Can be ensorcelled and baned.
Can CLUTCH it to attempt to assert your will on the urnon, freezing its properties (including enchant) for approximately 5 minutes if you succeed; if you fail you have to wait a few minutes before you can try again. Various scripts below:
CLUTCH (success):
You wrap your hands around the hilt of your alexandrite tanto and gird your will against the presence emanating from the urnon pommel. You feel the obstinence of the urnon defer to your determination.
CLUTCH (failure):
You wrap your hands around the hilt of your alexandrite tanto and gird your will against the presence emanating from the urnon pommel. A darkness creeps into your vision, and you cede before you black out.
PULL:
You draw your hand over the hilt of your alexandrite tanto, your fingers lingering on the urnon pommel. At your touch, the metal melts and ripples before reforming.
PUSH:
You push your alexandrite tanto away from you, turning the urnon pommel outward. The urnon pulses, sending black tendrils writhing across the tanto's hilt before dissipating.
Crimson: disruption
White: cold
Silvery: steam
Golden: disintegration
Red: fire
Green: acid
Silver: void
Blue: lightning
Silvery-blue: plasma
Brown: earth
Grey: vhdw
Black: vhcw
LORESONG:
As you open your eyes, a slight feeling of panic overtakes your senses. Darkness overwhelms your being, enveloping the surroundings, the silence deafening. You reach out to grasp at nothing as your arms flail into open space. You stretch, sensing limitless boundaries, the open space incomprehensible. The feelings of fear and wonderment threaten to destroy your very being before the vision fades away, returning you to your original surroundings.
Your song spins wildly across your alexandrite tanto as ribbons of reality begin to rip apart the scene before you, bringing you back into the void. The fear that had once permeated the space has become one of determination as you attempt to rein in the chaos unfolding around you. Hours? Days? Years? You are unsure of the lapse of time and before the madness conquers your mind, you begin to feel. You feel crystalline edges that quickly morph into smooth curves, then coils and spikes. The rush of discovery floods your body as the ribbons of time reform, and you are once again where you began.
As your voice slashes through a pulsating alexandrite tanto illuminated silvery-blue by the flickering urnon pommel, you are suddenly thrust upon a scene of battle, the sounds of swords and shields clashing together the stark opposite of your once silent surroundings. You feel your force unleashed upon waves of invaders, the pure chaos overwhelming, yet it feels as though your hunger is insatiable. Your spikes stab through armor, your spherical body colliding into flesh and bone, collision after collision overlapping until you are yanked back into reality, your breathing heavy as sweat pools across your collarbone.
Your quiet melody caresses a pulsating alexandrite tanto illuminated silvery-blue by the flickering urnon pommel, and you are transported back into the darkened silence. Absent is the feeling of loneliness, the solitude replaced by an unending yearning. The taste of freshly spilled blood dances across your tongue and you are overcome by gratitude, as you have finally found a purpose. Your being stretches out once again across everything and nothing and your laughter absorbs into the darkness. And you wait for sweet release once again.
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Easily one of the best daggers I've ever owned (and great for TWC).
This is now sold and delivered