bubbauno
05-05-2007, 04:53 PM
Very neat toy for shooting people in the face.. Piss off your friends and strangers with a suction cup to the forehead!
a whimsical wyrwood short bow - Carved from the rare wood of the wyrwood tree, this bow is of fine quality. The limbs are stained a light grassy green, allowing the natural grain to show through. The deeper green handle has been carved for a comfortable grip, and a pale beige string is connected to the bow's notches. The bow's most unusual feature is a long, extra string attached to the lower tip, from which dangles an arrow shaft ending in a red suction cup. A tiny clip serves to snap the arrow in place on the bow's lower limb.
You take aim at Chazym as you draw the bow's string back and release, sending the arrow straight for him! Great shot sticks the suction cup right in the middle of Chazym's forehead with a *THWAP*.
Roundtime: 5 sec.
Roundtime changed to 1 second.
You give the string a good yank, and the arrow flies back into your hand with a *POP*! A bright red circle appears in the center of Chazym's forehead!
Chazym is stunned
- Each shot has three possible outcomes
- Red circle, no red circle, or red circle AND 5 round stun.
- Anyone can be shot.. including GM's, merchants, etc..
- Red circle will stay on forehead for 15 minutes.
You see Chazym.
He appears to be a Malghava Halfling.
He appears to be in the spring of life. He has mysterious, sparkling reddish-gold eyes and fair skin. He has short, unkempt silver hair. He also has a bright red circle in the center of his forehead.
The red circle on Chazym's forehead fades away. (15 min later)
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Scripts:
WEAR
In a flashy move, you twirl your wyrwood short bow acrobatically over your head before slinging it onto your shoulder.
REMOVE
You sling a whimsical wyrwood short bow off from over your shoulder.
RUB
You adjust the arrow's suction cup on your wyrwood short bow, making sure it is on tightly.
TAP
You drum your fingers against a whimsical wyrwood short bow while glancing nonchalantly about the room.
PULL
You pluck idly at the bow's string, making a dull twanging sound.
PUSH
You snap the arrow shaft into the clip on your wyrwood short bow, securing it in place.
RAISE
You raise a whimsical wyrwood short bow in the air and let loose a childish war cry!
TURN
You release the clip on the bow's lower limb, freeing the arrow on its string.
POINT
You aim your wyrwood short bow at Chazym, grinning mischievously.
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Loresong:
As soft notes slip past your lips, you close your eyes, and a sudden sense of vertigo overwhelms you. Pale evening light begins to grow before your mind's eye, and you see a village square. Half a dozen young elven children stand in a circle, surrounding a human child. The elves toss a ball back and forth to one another, deliberately avoiding the child in the center.
As you continue your melody, the image swirls, finally refocusing on the same children. It is night now, and the group of children approach a giant tree with dense leaves and a leaning trunk. The elven children are laughing, but a look of apprehension is on the face of the human child. You can almost feel the brisk night air as the elves begin to nudge the human toward the tree.
"Go on! Cut off a switch, or you shan't play with us again!" shouts one of the young elves. The small human boy whimpers as he is pushed closer and closer to the foreboding, tangled tree.
Unable to cease your musical lamentation, you continue to sing, watching the child left alone in the woods, tangled and frightened in the huge tree. Suddenly, his cries grow quiet, and his eyes fill with calmness. You notice a dagger in his hand, apparently intended to cut the switch ordered by the other children. With a look of determination beyond his young years, the human child begins to cut himself free. You feel yourself tremble as the image begins to fade.
Desperate to learn the fate of the child, you raise your voice and again offer your musical gift to the wyrwood short bow in return for its tale. The vision returns, but it is early morning now, and the human boy walks alone in the village square, cuts and scratches marring his arms and face. In his right hand is his dagger. In his left he carries a long branch of wyrwood. He sits on the vacant porch of a small house and begins to whittle at the branch with slow determination.
Images flash past quickly, the leaves on the village trees taking on autumn's hues. You see a group of half a dozen elven children playing in the square, laughing and playing with their ball. Movement behind a nearby tree catches your eye, and you notice a young human boy, moving with stealth as he draws back the string of a beautiful green bow.
Suddenly out of the trees flies a flash of red, hitting one of the elven boys hard enough to knock him senseless for a moment. The others stare at him before the red object flies back toward the trees with a snap! You hear gleeful snickering from behind a tree, and the leaves rustle as scampering footsteps fade into the woods.
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Anyone interested can contact me at bubbauno@aol.com or at bubbauno on AIM.
Thanks,
Tsin
a whimsical wyrwood short bow - Carved from the rare wood of the wyrwood tree, this bow is of fine quality. The limbs are stained a light grassy green, allowing the natural grain to show through. The deeper green handle has been carved for a comfortable grip, and a pale beige string is connected to the bow's notches. The bow's most unusual feature is a long, extra string attached to the lower tip, from which dangles an arrow shaft ending in a red suction cup. A tiny clip serves to snap the arrow in place on the bow's lower limb.
You take aim at Chazym as you draw the bow's string back and release, sending the arrow straight for him! Great shot sticks the suction cup right in the middle of Chazym's forehead with a *THWAP*.
Roundtime: 5 sec.
Roundtime changed to 1 second.
You give the string a good yank, and the arrow flies back into your hand with a *POP*! A bright red circle appears in the center of Chazym's forehead!
Chazym is stunned
- Each shot has three possible outcomes
- Red circle, no red circle, or red circle AND 5 round stun.
- Anyone can be shot.. including GM's, merchants, etc..
- Red circle will stay on forehead for 15 minutes.
You see Chazym.
He appears to be a Malghava Halfling.
He appears to be in the spring of life. He has mysterious, sparkling reddish-gold eyes and fair skin. He has short, unkempt silver hair. He also has a bright red circle in the center of his forehead.
The red circle on Chazym's forehead fades away. (15 min later)
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Scripts:
WEAR
In a flashy move, you twirl your wyrwood short bow acrobatically over your head before slinging it onto your shoulder.
REMOVE
You sling a whimsical wyrwood short bow off from over your shoulder.
RUB
You adjust the arrow's suction cup on your wyrwood short bow, making sure it is on tightly.
TAP
You drum your fingers against a whimsical wyrwood short bow while glancing nonchalantly about the room.
PULL
You pluck idly at the bow's string, making a dull twanging sound.
PUSH
You snap the arrow shaft into the clip on your wyrwood short bow, securing it in place.
RAISE
You raise a whimsical wyrwood short bow in the air and let loose a childish war cry!
TURN
You release the clip on the bow's lower limb, freeing the arrow on its string.
POINT
You aim your wyrwood short bow at Chazym, grinning mischievously.
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Loresong:
As soft notes slip past your lips, you close your eyes, and a sudden sense of vertigo overwhelms you. Pale evening light begins to grow before your mind's eye, and you see a village square. Half a dozen young elven children stand in a circle, surrounding a human child. The elves toss a ball back and forth to one another, deliberately avoiding the child in the center.
As you continue your melody, the image swirls, finally refocusing on the same children. It is night now, and the group of children approach a giant tree with dense leaves and a leaning trunk. The elven children are laughing, but a look of apprehension is on the face of the human child. You can almost feel the brisk night air as the elves begin to nudge the human toward the tree.
"Go on! Cut off a switch, or you shan't play with us again!" shouts one of the young elves. The small human boy whimpers as he is pushed closer and closer to the foreboding, tangled tree.
Unable to cease your musical lamentation, you continue to sing, watching the child left alone in the woods, tangled and frightened in the huge tree. Suddenly, his cries grow quiet, and his eyes fill with calmness. You notice a dagger in his hand, apparently intended to cut the switch ordered by the other children. With a look of determination beyond his young years, the human child begins to cut himself free. You feel yourself tremble as the image begins to fade.
Desperate to learn the fate of the child, you raise your voice and again offer your musical gift to the wyrwood short bow in return for its tale. The vision returns, but it is early morning now, and the human boy walks alone in the village square, cuts and scratches marring his arms and face. In his right hand is his dagger. In his left he carries a long branch of wyrwood. He sits on the vacant porch of a small house and begins to whittle at the branch with slow determination.
Images flash past quickly, the leaves on the village trees taking on autumn's hues. You see a group of half a dozen elven children playing in the square, laughing and playing with their ball. Movement behind a nearby tree catches your eye, and you notice a young human boy, moving with stealth as he draws back the string of a beautiful green bow.
Suddenly out of the trees flies a flash of red, hitting one of the elven boys hard enough to knock him senseless for a moment. The others stare at him before the red object flies back toward the trees with a snap! You hear gleeful snickering from behind a tree, and the leaves rustle as scampering footsteps fade into the woods.
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Anyone interested can contact me at bubbauno@aol.com or at bubbauno on AIM.
Thanks,
Tsin