somethief2
08-29-2021, 08:58 PM
I just won this, but I'd like to sell it to a bard or someone who can make better use of it, and to do it in time to get an upgrade or two before DR closes. It's a nice item with a great loresong. Silver preferred, bloodscrip also accepted. Not really looking for dollars or trades.
This is a master-level woodwind instrument that you can raise to cast the equivalent of the spell Provoke (1235) (https://gswiki.play.net/Provoke_(1235)). A similar one was sold at the 2016 Great Auction (https://gswiki.play.net/Great_Auction_of_2016/teasers#The_Pied_Piper_Flute). It can be activated 3 times per day to essentially summon creatures to you.
a broken boxwood crumhorn with a missing windcap
SOLD for 130m
Analyze:
You analyze your boxwood crumhorn and sense that the creator has provided the following information:
The boxwood crumhorn is cursed by angry spectral voices that can be unleashed when RAISEd.
It can be freely altered.
You get no sense of whether or not the crumhorn may be further lightened.
To activate:
>raise crum
As you begin to play a hateful, frenzied song on your boxwood crumhorn, a symphony of spectral instruments join in. The music echoes through your mind and spills outward, and a vitriolic feeling begins to permeate the air around you...
A symphony of frenzied music fills your mind, the cacophony overwhelming your senses. As you fight to regain control of your senses, you are left feeling a wave of anger and withering hostility that seems to permeate the air around you.
Then some monsters showed up!
Loresong:
"A bright light flashes before your eyes and when your vision begins to clear you find yourself staring at what was not before you previously. The new scenery is that of a lush green field underneath a clear cerulean sky. A harras of ponies can be seen scattered across the field munching on the bounty of the land and colts frolicking with one another."
"Far off in the distance at the end of the lush field lies the lake of Khesta 'Dahl. Faintly noticeable at the edge of the lake seems to be a dock and slight movement happening upon it."
"A second bright light flashes before your eyes and when your vision begins to clear you find yourself staring from upon the lakeside dock now. A young halfling lad sits upon an overturned pail with a lengthy fishing pole in his hands."
"The lad seems relaxed and content in his fishing, even if you notice he isn t catching anything at all. Every so oft the lads turns to whistle loudly at the horses, corralling them and calling back any that may have wandered too far."
"Another bright light flashes before your eyes and when your vision begins to clear you find yourself back amongst the ponies in the lush field."
"The sky begins to darken quickly, and a strike of lightning illuminates a tall elf atop a hilltop off in the distance. He wears ebon black robes and wields a runestaff crafted of witchwood. Thunder booms loudly as lightning cracks, and the harras of ponies begin to neigh in a terrified manner and corral together in one tight-knit group."
"Turning to look off in the distance toward the dock, the faint form of the halfling lad can be seen rushing toward the field as fast as his hairy little feet can take him, waving his arms wildly as he whistles loudly toward the ponies."
"The bright light flashes again before your eyes, and when your vision begins to clear you find yourself standing atop the hillside beside the crazy-eyed elf in black robes. His hands are moving in intricate patterns in the air as a growled voice chants archaic phrases."
"A sickly green miasma forms in the air around the elf before he thrusts his hands forward sending the jade-hued cloud quickly toward the corral of ponies. The ponies begin to neigh in an even more high-pitched tone before crashing lifelessly, one by one, to the ground."
"Right as the halfling lad reaches the dead zone, the cloud dissipates into the air, leaving the lad unharmed. The lad screams out in rage and recites a vow of revenge upon the black-robed Ardenai elf that caused such death and destruction."
This is a master-level woodwind instrument that you can raise to cast the equivalent of the spell Provoke (1235) (https://gswiki.play.net/Provoke_(1235)). A similar one was sold at the 2016 Great Auction (https://gswiki.play.net/Great_Auction_of_2016/teasers#The_Pied_Piper_Flute). It can be activated 3 times per day to essentially summon creatures to you.
a broken boxwood crumhorn with a missing windcap
SOLD for 130m
Analyze:
You analyze your boxwood crumhorn and sense that the creator has provided the following information:
The boxwood crumhorn is cursed by angry spectral voices that can be unleashed when RAISEd.
It can be freely altered.
You get no sense of whether or not the crumhorn may be further lightened.
To activate:
>raise crum
As you begin to play a hateful, frenzied song on your boxwood crumhorn, a symphony of spectral instruments join in. The music echoes through your mind and spills outward, and a vitriolic feeling begins to permeate the air around you...
A symphony of frenzied music fills your mind, the cacophony overwhelming your senses. As you fight to regain control of your senses, you are left feeling a wave of anger and withering hostility that seems to permeate the air around you.
Then some monsters showed up!
Loresong:
"A bright light flashes before your eyes and when your vision begins to clear you find yourself staring at what was not before you previously. The new scenery is that of a lush green field underneath a clear cerulean sky. A harras of ponies can be seen scattered across the field munching on the bounty of the land and colts frolicking with one another."
"Far off in the distance at the end of the lush field lies the lake of Khesta 'Dahl. Faintly noticeable at the edge of the lake seems to be a dock and slight movement happening upon it."
"A second bright light flashes before your eyes and when your vision begins to clear you find yourself staring from upon the lakeside dock now. A young halfling lad sits upon an overturned pail with a lengthy fishing pole in his hands."
"The lad seems relaxed and content in his fishing, even if you notice he isn t catching anything at all. Every so oft the lads turns to whistle loudly at the horses, corralling them and calling back any that may have wandered too far."
"Another bright light flashes before your eyes and when your vision begins to clear you find yourself back amongst the ponies in the lush field."
"The sky begins to darken quickly, and a strike of lightning illuminates a tall elf atop a hilltop off in the distance. He wears ebon black robes and wields a runestaff crafted of witchwood. Thunder booms loudly as lightning cracks, and the harras of ponies begin to neigh in a terrified manner and corral together in one tight-knit group."
"Turning to look off in the distance toward the dock, the faint form of the halfling lad can be seen rushing toward the field as fast as his hairy little feet can take him, waving his arms wildly as he whistles loudly toward the ponies."
"The bright light flashes again before your eyes, and when your vision begins to clear you find yourself standing atop the hillside beside the crazy-eyed elf in black robes. His hands are moving in intricate patterns in the air as a growled voice chants archaic phrases."
"A sickly green miasma forms in the air around the elf before he thrusts his hands forward sending the jade-hued cloud quickly toward the corral of ponies. The ponies begin to neigh in an even more high-pitched tone before crashing lifelessly, one by one, to the ground."
"Right as the halfling lad reaches the dead zone, the cloud dissipates into the air, leaving the lad unharmed. The lad screams out in rage and recites a vow of revenge upon the black-robed Ardenai elf that caused such death and destruction."