bubbauno
07-08-2007, 07:41 PM
This was from the raffle for the pure white ora weapon at the fest this afternoon..
a pitted white ora pike - The white ora pike is surrounded by a pure white flickering flame that burns with the rage of divine fury.
Heavily zested, 6x enchant, plasma flares, Permanent +3 Wisdom Bonus (Will not expire like most stat bonus items) and 1x teleportation to your deities temple (or a local temple if your deity does not have one.
Detailed info can be found here:
http://www.krakiipedia.org/wiki/White_ora_saved_post
Loresong:
As you begin to sing, your vision clouds over and a scene unfolds before you. The image of a scarred dwarf in white leathers laboring deep in a dark, dank mine, grunting as he extracts precious white ora ore.
As you continue to sing, you can see the dwarf laboring over a hot iron forge. He mops his brow continually as he pumps the bellows then returns to the anvil, coaxing a weapon from the white-hot metal. As he hammers again and again with a perfect eonake forging-hammer he looks more and more pleased with his work. He now and again sticks it into a trough filled with a shimmering oil. After a few more minutes of hammering, he begins to look unsatisfied with his results, and then suddenly tosses it back into the fire. "I can do better than that, for Eonak's glory!
As you continue to sing, your inner vision once again focuses on the scarred dwarf, carefully polishing the white ora pike before handing it to an imposing priest. His raiment is of the finest quality, from the magnificent cloth-of-silver cope, his bejeweled miter, and gleaming amethyst on his hand marking him as one of the ecclesiastical hierarchy. He sets the weapon on the altar and cries, "In the name of Kai, I consecrate this weapon.
As your song comes to an end, you see the pike being used in combat training in the monastary. A burly dwarven acolyte rains down blow after blow versus an obviously overmatched elven clark. Finally, the white ora pike bursts into flames and sets the elf's shield alight! He cries out, "The day is yours M'laird Dwarf. I prostrate myself to your superior skills and must atone for my lack." He glances at the knotted scourge on the training wall and grimaces.
Anyone interested can contact me at bubbauno@aol.com or at bubbauno on AIM.
Thanks,
Tsin
a pitted white ora pike - The white ora pike is surrounded by a pure white flickering flame that burns with the rage of divine fury.
Heavily zested, 6x enchant, plasma flares, Permanent +3 Wisdom Bonus (Will not expire like most stat bonus items) and 1x teleportation to your deities temple (or a local temple if your deity does not have one.
Detailed info can be found here:
http://www.krakiipedia.org/wiki/White_ora_saved_post
Loresong:
As you begin to sing, your vision clouds over and a scene unfolds before you. The image of a scarred dwarf in white leathers laboring deep in a dark, dank mine, grunting as he extracts precious white ora ore.
As you continue to sing, you can see the dwarf laboring over a hot iron forge. He mops his brow continually as he pumps the bellows then returns to the anvil, coaxing a weapon from the white-hot metal. As he hammers again and again with a perfect eonake forging-hammer he looks more and more pleased with his work. He now and again sticks it into a trough filled with a shimmering oil. After a few more minutes of hammering, he begins to look unsatisfied with his results, and then suddenly tosses it back into the fire. "I can do better than that, for Eonak's glory!
As you continue to sing, your inner vision once again focuses on the scarred dwarf, carefully polishing the white ora pike before handing it to an imposing priest. His raiment is of the finest quality, from the magnificent cloth-of-silver cope, his bejeweled miter, and gleaming amethyst on his hand marking him as one of the ecclesiastical hierarchy. He sets the weapon on the altar and cries, "In the name of Kai, I consecrate this weapon.
As your song comes to an end, you see the pike being used in combat training in the monastary. A burly dwarven acolyte rains down blow after blow versus an obviously overmatched elven clark. Finally, the white ora pike bursts into flames and sets the elf's shield alight! He cries out, "The day is yours M'laird Dwarf. I prostrate myself to your superior skills and must atone for my lack." He glances at the knotted scourge on the training wall and grimaces.
Anyone interested can contact me at bubbauno@aol.com or at bubbauno on AIM.
Thanks,
Tsin