Shabar Shabaz
10-28-2005, 12:17 AM
Selling a few items. If you want them, email me at runrudyrun@comcast.net or catch me on AIM at Nomarowv
All items are 400k except for the longsword which is 1.4mil
some supple leather hunting pants
*Tanned a rich brown, these supple leather pants have been softened from long use. The lower legs are slightly tapered then cross-tied to bind them to the wearer, aiding in their streamlined look and function. Small invar rivets strengthen the seams and edge the pockets. The pants fasten with invar buttons, decorated with an intricate dwarven design
an axe-clasped pyrothag longcoat
*This longcoat was formed of a single massive pyrothag hide that was perfectly tanned to be supple, and yet retain its natural strength and heat-resistance. The leather has served its owner well, for there are charred rough spots and nicks where it met flame or a blade's edge, yet has no holes or cuts. The weighted seams allow one to close the cloak for warmth, or to throw it open to free arms and weapon for battle. An intricate invar clasp of crossed waraxes fastens the longcoat at the throat.
a mithril war mask (very old head protection)
a battered black drinking horn (belt worn)
*Molded from black steel, the wide drinking horn curves to a sharp tip. Covering the lip of the horn, black iron has been plated over the steel. Small nicks and dents mar the surface, telling of its years of use. Leather straps wrap the center of the horn, allowing it to be attatched to a belt.
a featureless steel mask (registered)
*This mask is designed to conceal the wearers features, wrapping tightly around their head. Thick steel comes back past the ears of the mask, which is open in the back, and is held in place by a thick leather strap. Only small slits for the wearers eyes and mouth were made for this mask, giving it an imposing look.
a rugged weathered longcoat (registered)
*The high collar of this garment has a golden phoenix on one side and a rolaren waraxe on the other, and you notice that if clasped, it would appear the phoenix is clutching the waraxe in its talons. This battered leather longcoat is covered with layers of dried mud and brambles and constant exposure to the harsh elements has somewhat bleached away its color. You notice the threads have become worn and frayed, and scorched in a few places.
a cracked leather belt affixed with rusty metal clips
(Pops out daggers)
a diamond-edged slender eahnor longsword etched along the blade with ancient Faendryl runes.
>l long
This slender sword is wrought of the finest eahnor and is the silvery hue of moonlight reflected off tranquil water. Well-balanced and beautifully crafted, the slender blade is inlaid with faceted diamond and honed to a razor-sharp edge. The hilt and pommel are wrought of fine silver and the handle is wrapped with soft leather to ensure a sturdy grip. The ancient runes etched upon the longsword's blade are impossible to decipher.
+18, damage weighting, special scripts for faendryl
Loresong:
You sense that this weapon has been passed down through the ages, from father to son, mother to daughter, for so long that it is a wonder the blade has not rusted away to nothing. Though there is not a single nick or scratch along the entire length of the slender eahnor blade, it seems almost surrounded by an air of antiquity.
>
As you continue to sing, a faint image takes shape before your eyes. You see a tall, light-skinned elf standing in the middle of a sunlit forest glade, a warm smile on his face as he holds this very sword proudly in his hand. The image blurs and reforms... you again see the same elf, apparently years later. A look of weariness crosses his face and his eyes seem sad. The look is fleeting, though, and is quickly replaced with anger. He stares up at the dark stalagtite-covered stone above him and then falls to his knees. Perhaps a trick of the shadows cast by the vast cavern in which he stands, his skin seems to appear darker than before. Though he seems not to notice, glowing runes suddenly appear along the length of his sword. Slowly, your vision returns to normal."
>
As you sing, more images take form before your eyes, each switching to the next in rapid succession. You see the slender eahnor longsword hanging from a gilded stand in a richly-decorated estate. You see it held by one of the fabled Palestra as he seems to dance through a battle with a troll that towers head and shoulders above him. You can almost hear the anguished cry of some monster that you have never before seen, as this sword is plunged through its heart by a Faendryl warrior amidst the deep blackness of Rhoska-Tor...
>
The images continue to form, one after another, switching faster and faster. The blade is held by dozens of hands, then hundreds. You see it being raised in more battles than you can count.
>
Gasping, you barely manage to hold onto the longsword. An ancient, but melodic elven voice wispers from somewhere nearby, "Bound by honor, bound by duty. Strength, Peace, and Long Life to the Elven People of Ta'Faendryl."
All items are 400k except for the longsword which is 1.4mil
some supple leather hunting pants
*Tanned a rich brown, these supple leather pants have been softened from long use. The lower legs are slightly tapered then cross-tied to bind them to the wearer, aiding in their streamlined look and function. Small invar rivets strengthen the seams and edge the pockets. The pants fasten with invar buttons, decorated with an intricate dwarven design
an axe-clasped pyrothag longcoat
*This longcoat was formed of a single massive pyrothag hide that was perfectly tanned to be supple, and yet retain its natural strength and heat-resistance. The leather has served its owner well, for there are charred rough spots and nicks where it met flame or a blade's edge, yet has no holes or cuts. The weighted seams allow one to close the cloak for warmth, or to throw it open to free arms and weapon for battle. An intricate invar clasp of crossed waraxes fastens the longcoat at the throat.
a mithril war mask (very old head protection)
a battered black drinking horn (belt worn)
*Molded from black steel, the wide drinking horn curves to a sharp tip. Covering the lip of the horn, black iron has been plated over the steel. Small nicks and dents mar the surface, telling of its years of use. Leather straps wrap the center of the horn, allowing it to be attatched to a belt.
a featureless steel mask (registered)
*This mask is designed to conceal the wearers features, wrapping tightly around their head. Thick steel comes back past the ears of the mask, which is open in the back, and is held in place by a thick leather strap. Only small slits for the wearers eyes and mouth were made for this mask, giving it an imposing look.
a rugged weathered longcoat (registered)
*The high collar of this garment has a golden phoenix on one side and a rolaren waraxe on the other, and you notice that if clasped, it would appear the phoenix is clutching the waraxe in its talons. This battered leather longcoat is covered with layers of dried mud and brambles and constant exposure to the harsh elements has somewhat bleached away its color. You notice the threads have become worn and frayed, and scorched in a few places.
a cracked leather belt affixed with rusty metal clips
(Pops out daggers)
a diamond-edged slender eahnor longsword etched along the blade with ancient Faendryl runes.
>l long
This slender sword is wrought of the finest eahnor and is the silvery hue of moonlight reflected off tranquil water. Well-balanced and beautifully crafted, the slender blade is inlaid with faceted diamond and honed to a razor-sharp edge. The hilt and pommel are wrought of fine silver and the handle is wrapped with soft leather to ensure a sturdy grip. The ancient runes etched upon the longsword's blade are impossible to decipher.
+18, damage weighting, special scripts for faendryl
Loresong:
You sense that this weapon has been passed down through the ages, from father to son, mother to daughter, for so long that it is a wonder the blade has not rusted away to nothing. Though there is not a single nick or scratch along the entire length of the slender eahnor blade, it seems almost surrounded by an air of antiquity.
>
As you continue to sing, a faint image takes shape before your eyes. You see a tall, light-skinned elf standing in the middle of a sunlit forest glade, a warm smile on his face as he holds this very sword proudly in his hand. The image blurs and reforms... you again see the same elf, apparently years later. A look of weariness crosses his face and his eyes seem sad. The look is fleeting, though, and is quickly replaced with anger. He stares up at the dark stalagtite-covered stone above him and then falls to his knees. Perhaps a trick of the shadows cast by the vast cavern in which he stands, his skin seems to appear darker than before. Though he seems not to notice, glowing runes suddenly appear along the length of his sword. Slowly, your vision returns to normal."
>
As you sing, more images take form before your eyes, each switching to the next in rapid succession. You see the slender eahnor longsword hanging from a gilded stand in a richly-decorated estate. You see it held by one of the fabled Palestra as he seems to dance through a battle with a troll that towers head and shoulders above him. You can almost hear the anguished cry of some monster that you have never before seen, as this sword is plunged through its heart by a Faendryl warrior amidst the deep blackness of Rhoska-Tor...
>
The images continue to form, one after another, switching faster and faster. The blade is held by dozens of hands, then hundreds. You see it being raised in more battles than you can count.
>
Gasping, you barely manage to hold onto the longsword. An ancient, but melodic elven voice wispers from somewhere nearby, "Bound by honor, bound by duty. Strength, Peace, and Long Life to the Elven People of Ta'Faendryl."