Spendel
10-11-2006, 10:00 AM
a mithril bound black iron box stamped with a slit-pupiled eye
Fash'lo'nae Message box.
get iron box
You remove a mithril bound black iron box stamped with a slit-pupiled eye from in your spidersilk satchel.
get pearl
You remove a large grey pearl from in your spidersilk satchel.
put pearl in box
You put a large grey pearl in your iron box.
close box
You close a mithril bound black iron box stamped with a slit-pupiled eye.
turn box
You turn the iron box over in your hands, and notice a switch recessed into the bottom for the box. With a *Click!* you toggle it right!
rub box
The iron box warms suddenly in your hands and pulses with magic as if it were waiting for something.
whisper my box <character name>
You clear your mind and focus on the image of <character name> as you whisper the name to your box
turn box
You turn the iron box over in your hands, and notice a switch recessed into the bottom for the box. With a *Click!* you toggle it left!
rub box
The iron box warms suddenly in your hands and pulses with magic as if it were waiting for something.
whisper my box <Message>
You clear your mind and focus on the message as you whisper, "<Message>" to your box.
open box
You open a mithril bound black iron box stamped with a slit-pupiled eye.
get pearl
You remove a large grey pearl from in your iron box.
put box in my satch
You put a mithril bound black iron box stamped with a slit-pupiled eye in your spidersilk satchel.
close satch
You close an ornate black spidersilk satchel.
rub pearl
You rub the grey pearl and it suddenly glows a brilliant emerald green!
The image of <Character who created the message> suddenly forms before you in a pale ghostly green light and whispers, "<Message>" to you.
The image of <Character who created the message> fades away, and the grey pearl in your hand crumbles to dust.
Not entirly sure if I want to sell the message box, but if someone gives me a good enough offer, I may.
a midnight black velvet pouch embroidered with a firefly
In the black velvet pouch you see a topaz-studded bronze wedding band and a topaz-studded bronze wedding ring.
Yellow topaz stones engraved to resemble fireflies have been set into the front of the dark bronze band. Traceries of shimmering silver wreathe each topaz to suggest rays of light coming from the fireflies. Between the topazes and around the back of the band, small crystal stars have been inlaid upon the bronze.
Yellow topaz stones engraved to resemble fireflies have been set into the front of the dark bronze ring. Traceries of shimmering silver wreathe each topaz to suggest rays of light coming from the fireflies. Between the topazes and around the back of the ring, small crystal stars have been inlaid upon the bronze.
There appears to be something written on it.
read ring in pouch in locker
In the Common language, it reads:
XXX, here is my heart, guard it well. Love always, XXX.
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a black metal breastplate 4x
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some chain mail (chest only) 4x
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a pale crystal shard - wavedancer pet
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a nebula-filled isinglass orb
>touch orb
You touch the surface of your isinglass orb and an image begins to form inside.
Clouds begin to form, creating an ethereal scene within. On one side, a pantheon of light seems to glow with a brilliant aura, while opposite it, a dark pantheon is surrounded by a crimson radiance. Central to both, a thin beam of pearlescent grey glimmers between the two. All three lights begin to swirl and merge until the orb goes black.
Misty swirls begin to solidify into columns, then transform into a forest of great trees. Within the massive boughs hang great tree-cities surrounded by thick, verdant foliage and flora. Lithe elves dressed in the colors of nature move across the top of the foliage canopy and traverse an intricate system of vines. Green leaves begin to overlap, then blur in a green wash.
A tiny dimensional portal begins to glows and waver inside the orb, as the Ur-Daemons move to exit this plane, a field of barren and lifeless devastation left below. The bodies of many drakes seem to go on for miles. Just as quickly as the image formed, it disappears.
A wash of blue becomes a sea breached with a fleet of ships. Astride one deck are several wounded and battered Krolvin, glancing back over their shoulders as they set sail from the harbor of Wehnimer's Landing. The halfling, Talbot Dabbings, slips through the breached gates and, finding the Krolvin war-leader, slays him. Moments later he lies dead himself, as a wash of sanguine obscures the vision.
A large symbol of Luukos shifts and dissolves, giving way to the Throne of Turamzyrr. Surrounded by cult minions wearing brown surcoats emblazoned with green serpents, Empress Mynal'lyanna addresses them, gesturing authoritatively and with a cold, dark stare. A burst of bright light casts a wash of white across your vision, then subsides to reveal another scene, taking place sometime in the future -- a royal reception amid townsfolk in Solhaven. Something streaks up into the air quickly, from the bay, arching over the Baron's Bridge to find its target and kill the Empress. Another burst of erases the vision from your view.
Fog clears to reveal a section of a new world, and at rapid pace, land masses begin to take shape. Cities quickly come into focus, and beneath each forms a crest that identifies it as one of the seven Elven Empire's noble houses. Blood spills upon the battlefields between the houses, until a mask of red obscures the vision.
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a translucent ebon glaes orb
peer orb
As you focus your eyes and peer into the depths of the orb, the swirling tendrils of mist shift and shimmer and reach into your mind. The translucent shifting forms seem to draw your consciousness into the orb, coalescing into a vision of sights and sounds and smells...
Three female elven bards stand in a corner created by the walls of two tents, performing ritual songs of mourning a capella. Their smooth voices spiral upwards in a near wail of grief, blending perfectly in well-rehearsed harmonies. Bright clothing contrasts the somber tone of their music, as do the large amounts of silver being tossed into the hat before them.
The images swirl and shift into a chaotic ebon mist as the vision fades.
An old crone dressed in ratty robes sits beneath a shabby lean-to covered in faded mystical signs. She shakily tosses cards down upon a broken down table, carefully reading them for her patrons. A quiet raven sits upon a makeshift wooden perch off to the side of the table, carefully eyeing the goings-on.
A spiked wrought iron fence wraps around a cleared out plot of land filled with tombstones of all shapes and sizes. Several freshly dug graves line the inside perimeter lying open and waiting for future occupants. A couple grave sites look torn up, with the grass covering them torn apart and lying haphazardly to the side.
The tents here have set up around the natural flora, although the plants, in keeping with the atmosphere, seem to be struggling for life. The only plant flourishing is a large black rose vine which twines about a latticework arch. The blossoms wind tightly about the wood, as if seeking to strangle any remaining life from it.
A crumbling wall arcs around a small clearing with only the southern pathway as an obvious egress from the area. Tall black trees crowd in behind the wall, jockeying for position and blocking vision in almost every direction. A cold heavy fog lies low over the ground, its ethereal tendrils grasping at anything it encounters, trying to swallow things whole.
The whispering of silk tents in the wind combines with the soft moaning of the restless dead and the happy sounds of carnival life. Brightly colored burial shrouds are displayed by one entrepreneur, while fringed scarves in dismal greys and greens flutter in another tent. Carriage tracks mark the ground, curving about to the west and northeast.
The only signs of life are some faded, sickly mosses growing under the cover of the thin mists creeping across the ground. To the east, the trail fades into a jumble of jagged grey rock, gradually becoming impassable to all without wings. Faint lights glow in the distance, above the tumble of stones, bobbing up and down in a slow, stately dance.
You are on the bank of a sparkling underground lake, fed by a waterfall gushing out of a large opening above you. The cavern sparkles as light plays off tiny crystals imbedded in its walls. Looking about, you notice a steep winding pathway leading upward to the north.
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a fog-filled crystal clear orb
>touch orb
You touch the surface of your crystal clear orb and an image begins to form inside.
A wash of blue becomes a sea breached with a fleet of ships. Astride one deck are several wounded and battered Krolvin, glancing back over their shoulders as they set sail from the harbor of Wehnimer's Landing. The halfling, Talbot Dabbings, slips through the breached gates and, finding the Krolvin war-leader, slays him. Moments later he lies dead himself, as a wash of sanguine obscures the vision.
Fog clears to reveal a section of a new world, and at rapid pace, land masses begin to take shape. Cities quickly come into focus, and beneath each forms a crest that identifies it as one of the seven Elven Empire's noble houses. Blood spills upon the battlefields between the houses, until a mask of red obscures the vision.
The vision of two impressive drakes soaring begins to coalesce, one black and one grey, their massive wings casting large shadows as they wing over the countryside. Suddenly, the grey drake collides with an outcropping of granite and spirals down to the earth. As she dies, the black drake rushes to her side and keens loudly in mourning. The vision dissolves...
Clouds begin to form, creating an ethereal scene within. On one side, a pantheon of light seems to glow with a brilliant aura, while opposite it, a dark pantheon is surrounded by a crimson radiance. Central to both, a thin beam of pearlescent grey glimmers between the two. All three lights begin to swirl and merge until the orb goes black.
Misty swirls begin to solidify into columns, then transform into a forest of great trees. Within the massive boughs hang great tree-cities surrounded by thick, verdant foliage and flora. Lithe elves dressed in the colors of nature move across the top of the foliage canopy and traverse an intricate system of vines. Green leaves begin to overlap, then blur in a green wash.
The dark scene opens with a maniacal Despana wielding the Book of Tormtor, having created the first wave of the Undead. She watches on in delight as they build the great Keep of Maelshyve. Arch-lich Dharthiir commands an army of orcs, trolls, and other living things, to approach on the fortress, Shadowguard. Just as the devastating battle begins, the image fades.
A tiny dimensional portal begins to glows and waver inside the orb, as the Ur-Daemons move to exit this plane, a field of barren and lifeless devastation left below. The bodies of many drakes seem to go on for miles. Just as quickly as the image formed, it disappears.
AIM: LRDSPENDEL
Fash'lo'nae Message box.
get iron box
You remove a mithril bound black iron box stamped with a slit-pupiled eye from in your spidersilk satchel.
get pearl
You remove a large grey pearl from in your spidersilk satchel.
put pearl in box
You put a large grey pearl in your iron box.
close box
You close a mithril bound black iron box stamped with a slit-pupiled eye.
turn box
You turn the iron box over in your hands, and notice a switch recessed into the bottom for the box. With a *Click!* you toggle it right!
rub box
The iron box warms suddenly in your hands and pulses with magic as if it were waiting for something.
whisper my box <character name>
You clear your mind and focus on the image of <character name> as you whisper the name to your box
turn box
You turn the iron box over in your hands, and notice a switch recessed into the bottom for the box. With a *Click!* you toggle it left!
rub box
The iron box warms suddenly in your hands and pulses with magic as if it were waiting for something.
whisper my box <Message>
You clear your mind and focus on the message as you whisper, "<Message>" to your box.
open box
You open a mithril bound black iron box stamped with a slit-pupiled eye.
get pearl
You remove a large grey pearl from in your iron box.
put box in my satch
You put a mithril bound black iron box stamped with a slit-pupiled eye in your spidersilk satchel.
close satch
You close an ornate black spidersilk satchel.
rub pearl
You rub the grey pearl and it suddenly glows a brilliant emerald green!
The image of <Character who created the message> suddenly forms before you in a pale ghostly green light and whispers, "<Message>" to you.
The image of <Character who created the message> fades away, and the grey pearl in your hand crumbles to dust.
Not entirly sure if I want to sell the message box, but if someone gives me a good enough offer, I may.
a midnight black velvet pouch embroidered with a firefly
In the black velvet pouch you see a topaz-studded bronze wedding band and a topaz-studded bronze wedding ring.
Yellow topaz stones engraved to resemble fireflies have been set into the front of the dark bronze band. Traceries of shimmering silver wreathe each topaz to suggest rays of light coming from the fireflies. Between the topazes and around the back of the band, small crystal stars have been inlaid upon the bronze.
Yellow topaz stones engraved to resemble fireflies have been set into the front of the dark bronze ring. Traceries of shimmering silver wreathe each topaz to suggest rays of light coming from the fireflies. Between the topazes and around the back of the ring, small crystal stars have been inlaid upon the bronze.
There appears to be something written on it.
read ring in pouch in locker
In the Common language, it reads:
XXX, here is my heart, guard it well. Love always, XXX.
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a black metal breastplate 4x
------------------------------
some chain mail (chest only) 4x
------------------------------
a pale crystal shard - wavedancer pet
------------------------------
a nebula-filled isinglass orb
>touch orb
You touch the surface of your isinglass orb and an image begins to form inside.
Clouds begin to form, creating an ethereal scene within. On one side, a pantheon of light seems to glow with a brilliant aura, while opposite it, a dark pantheon is surrounded by a crimson radiance. Central to both, a thin beam of pearlescent grey glimmers between the two. All three lights begin to swirl and merge until the orb goes black.
Misty swirls begin to solidify into columns, then transform into a forest of great trees. Within the massive boughs hang great tree-cities surrounded by thick, verdant foliage and flora. Lithe elves dressed in the colors of nature move across the top of the foliage canopy and traverse an intricate system of vines. Green leaves begin to overlap, then blur in a green wash.
A tiny dimensional portal begins to glows and waver inside the orb, as the Ur-Daemons move to exit this plane, a field of barren and lifeless devastation left below. The bodies of many drakes seem to go on for miles. Just as quickly as the image formed, it disappears.
A wash of blue becomes a sea breached with a fleet of ships. Astride one deck are several wounded and battered Krolvin, glancing back over their shoulders as they set sail from the harbor of Wehnimer's Landing. The halfling, Talbot Dabbings, slips through the breached gates and, finding the Krolvin war-leader, slays him. Moments later he lies dead himself, as a wash of sanguine obscures the vision.
A large symbol of Luukos shifts and dissolves, giving way to the Throne of Turamzyrr. Surrounded by cult minions wearing brown surcoats emblazoned with green serpents, Empress Mynal'lyanna addresses them, gesturing authoritatively and with a cold, dark stare. A burst of bright light casts a wash of white across your vision, then subsides to reveal another scene, taking place sometime in the future -- a royal reception amid townsfolk in Solhaven. Something streaks up into the air quickly, from the bay, arching over the Baron's Bridge to find its target and kill the Empress. Another burst of erases the vision from your view.
Fog clears to reveal a section of a new world, and at rapid pace, land masses begin to take shape. Cities quickly come into focus, and beneath each forms a crest that identifies it as one of the seven Elven Empire's noble houses. Blood spills upon the battlefields between the houses, until a mask of red obscures the vision.
----------------------------
a translucent ebon glaes orb
peer orb
As you focus your eyes and peer into the depths of the orb, the swirling tendrils of mist shift and shimmer and reach into your mind. The translucent shifting forms seem to draw your consciousness into the orb, coalescing into a vision of sights and sounds and smells...
Three female elven bards stand in a corner created by the walls of two tents, performing ritual songs of mourning a capella. Their smooth voices spiral upwards in a near wail of grief, blending perfectly in well-rehearsed harmonies. Bright clothing contrasts the somber tone of their music, as do the large amounts of silver being tossed into the hat before them.
The images swirl and shift into a chaotic ebon mist as the vision fades.
An old crone dressed in ratty robes sits beneath a shabby lean-to covered in faded mystical signs. She shakily tosses cards down upon a broken down table, carefully reading them for her patrons. A quiet raven sits upon a makeshift wooden perch off to the side of the table, carefully eyeing the goings-on.
A spiked wrought iron fence wraps around a cleared out plot of land filled with tombstones of all shapes and sizes. Several freshly dug graves line the inside perimeter lying open and waiting for future occupants. A couple grave sites look torn up, with the grass covering them torn apart and lying haphazardly to the side.
The tents here have set up around the natural flora, although the plants, in keeping with the atmosphere, seem to be struggling for life. The only plant flourishing is a large black rose vine which twines about a latticework arch. The blossoms wind tightly about the wood, as if seeking to strangle any remaining life from it.
A crumbling wall arcs around a small clearing with only the southern pathway as an obvious egress from the area. Tall black trees crowd in behind the wall, jockeying for position and blocking vision in almost every direction. A cold heavy fog lies low over the ground, its ethereal tendrils grasping at anything it encounters, trying to swallow things whole.
The whispering of silk tents in the wind combines with the soft moaning of the restless dead and the happy sounds of carnival life. Brightly colored burial shrouds are displayed by one entrepreneur, while fringed scarves in dismal greys and greens flutter in another tent. Carriage tracks mark the ground, curving about to the west and northeast.
The only signs of life are some faded, sickly mosses growing under the cover of the thin mists creeping across the ground. To the east, the trail fades into a jumble of jagged grey rock, gradually becoming impassable to all without wings. Faint lights glow in the distance, above the tumble of stones, bobbing up and down in a slow, stately dance.
You are on the bank of a sparkling underground lake, fed by a waterfall gushing out of a large opening above you. The cavern sparkles as light plays off tiny crystals imbedded in its walls. Looking about, you notice a steep winding pathway leading upward to the north.
-----------------------------
a fog-filled crystal clear orb
>touch orb
You touch the surface of your crystal clear orb and an image begins to form inside.
A wash of blue becomes a sea breached with a fleet of ships. Astride one deck are several wounded and battered Krolvin, glancing back over their shoulders as they set sail from the harbor of Wehnimer's Landing. The halfling, Talbot Dabbings, slips through the breached gates and, finding the Krolvin war-leader, slays him. Moments later he lies dead himself, as a wash of sanguine obscures the vision.
Fog clears to reveal a section of a new world, and at rapid pace, land masses begin to take shape. Cities quickly come into focus, and beneath each forms a crest that identifies it as one of the seven Elven Empire's noble houses. Blood spills upon the battlefields between the houses, until a mask of red obscures the vision.
The vision of two impressive drakes soaring begins to coalesce, one black and one grey, their massive wings casting large shadows as they wing over the countryside. Suddenly, the grey drake collides with an outcropping of granite and spirals down to the earth. As she dies, the black drake rushes to her side and keens loudly in mourning. The vision dissolves...
Clouds begin to form, creating an ethereal scene within. On one side, a pantheon of light seems to glow with a brilliant aura, while opposite it, a dark pantheon is surrounded by a crimson radiance. Central to both, a thin beam of pearlescent grey glimmers between the two. All three lights begin to swirl and merge until the orb goes black.
Misty swirls begin to solidify into columns, then transform into a forest of great trees. Within the massive boughs hang great tree-cities surrounded by thick, verdant foliage and flora. Lithe elves dressed in the colors of nature move across the top of the foliage canopy and traverse an intricate system of vines. Green leaves begin to overlap, then blur in a green wash.
The dark scene opens with a maniacal Despana wielding the Book of Tormtor, having created the first wave of the Undead. She watches on in delight as they build the great Keep of Maelshyve. Arch-lich Dharthiir commands an army of orcs, trolls, and other living things, to approach on the fortress, Shadowguard. Just as the devastating battle begins, the image fades.
A tiny dimensional portal begins to glows and waver inside the orb, as the Ur-Daemons move to exit this plane, a field of barren and lifeless devastation left below. The bodies of many drakes seem to go on for miles. Just as quickly as the image formed, it disappears.
AIM: LRDSPENDEL