nichelas
10-21-2009, 01:08 PM
I am officially back from my five year hiatus and need to clear some space in the lockers. I have a bunch of what was then pretty decent equipment. See my other post for weapons, armor and shields. Any questions, shoot me PM (will be checking regularly). This is going to be an auction style sale with all lots closing on 8:00 EST on Saturday, with hopefully all items being delivered on Sunday.
A) an ethereally pale spidersilk haversack – 8 lbs, backworn, long loresong; MB - $400k - CB - $400k - Rizben
SHOW: The density of the pale spidersilk haversack's weave varies at regular intervals, running the gamut from the texture of heavy damask to an attenuated cloth resembling an orb weaver's web. A faintly oily sheen imbues each shimmering thread, producing a soft, shimmering iridescence at the places where the spidersilk is most thickly woven. A small black spider-shaped mark has been unobtrusively placed upon the haversack. At the center of the mark, the black ichor gives way to a reddish-brown bloodstain in the shape of an hourglass.
ACTION: touch You gently stroke a finger over the surface of your pale spidersilk haversack, and the fabric shimmers faintly beneath your touch.
LORESONG As your song weaves the resonances of the pale spidersilk haversack together, everything fades from view except the haversack. When the loresong takes hold of you, a strange paralyzation overcomes your body, and you have no control over anything at all -- not even the song, which continues unabated as you stand frozen.
Two wrinkled hands come out of the grey nothingness, one holding a paintbrush and the other holding a small vial. You sense the toxin within the vial as the paintbrush dips within, and you remain involuntarily motionless as the tip of the paintbrush brushes over the spidersilk surface... once, twice... pauses... then passes over the shimmering fabric twice more, inscribing a stylized spider in the poisonous black ichor. The hands retreat from sight, and you are left immobile. Even the song has faded, trapping you in the vision.
Then, the wrinkled hands return. One is empty, and that hand repositions the cloth, but the other holds a gleaming lancet, and the blade bites into your hand. As the drop of scarlet wells forth, the blade turns the blood so that the drop strikes the cloth, where it sinks in, staining a bloody hourglass mark in the center of the painted venom spider.
In uttermost silence, the vision fades away, and the world returns to normal. Your hand is unwounded, and, rather than being freshly placed, the small spider-shaped mark fully penetrates its spot upon the pale spidersilk haversack.
Instead of the pale spidersilk haversack, you suddenly see a pebble-sized black spider resting in your hand. The creature shifts its weight slightly and tilts its head to look up at you. The sense of being inspected by an alien yet knowledgeable presence is very strong.
Unbidden, images and emotions flicker through your mind... you recall threads of old anger, grudges that never fully faded, goals never quite reached, desires left unfulfilled, envy quashed instead of expressed, and a deep, powerful yearning, the undercurrent to every other emotion, which tastes like temptation. Brighter and richer than the finest ruby, a scarlet hourglass shines on the arachnid's back. You sense unfathomed potential within yourself that waits only the proper moment to be unlocked, if you are just willing to act -- if you will do what it takes, whatever it may take....
The enchanted resonances of the pale spidersilk haversack overwhelm you in the depths of your own emotion, and your voice fails, breaking the spell. With the verse broken, the magically imposed emotion ebbs away from your soul, and you become aware of yourself again. Your eyes are closed, but you still feel pressure in your hand...
Opening your eyes, you find that there is nothing in your palm except the pale spidersilk haversack, which lies still and inert.
As your melody weaves the resonances of the pale spidersilk haversack together, the world distorts into eight different sections around you, each colored with a slightly different hue. The visual illusion lasts only long enough to become disorienting, then dissolves as you complete your verse.
B) a shadow grey spidersilk robe – 2 lbs; similar show and I am told similar loresong to the haversack; MB - $200k - CB - $200k - Rizben
C) an invar-runed azure silk gem pouch – 3 lbs, med amount, only gems, scripted – MB - $100k - CB - $100k - LordBacl
D) an ebon-hued steel mesh gem pouch – 3 lbs, med amount, only gems, scripted – MB - $100k - CB - $100k - Loyrl
E) a ripped and tattered silk cloak – VLA – MB: $10k - CB - $10k - Ruty1532
F) a supple black hunting pack – 6 lbs, VLA; MB - $50k - CB - $150 Rizben
G) a dark mithril-scaled satchel – 4 lbs, open/closeable, large amount, shoulder worn; MB -$50k - CB - $150 Beguiler
A) an ethereally pale spidersilk haversack – 8 lbs, backworn, long loresong; MB - $400k - CB - $400k - Rizben
SHOW: The density of the pale spidersilk haversack's weave varies at regular intervals, running the gamut from the texture of heavy damask to an attenuated cloth resembling an orb weaver's web. A faintly oily sheen imbues each shimmering thread, producing a soft, shimmering iridescence at the places where the spidersilk is most thickly woven. A small black spider-shaped mark has been unobtrusively placed upon the haversack. At the center of the mark, the black ichor gives way to a reddish-brown bloodstain in the shape of an hourglass.
ACTION: touch You gently stroke a finger over the surface of your pale spidersilk haversack, and the fabric shimmers faintly beneath your touch.
LORESONG As your song weaves the resonances of the pale spidersilk haversack together, everything fades from view except the haversack. When the loresong takes hold of you, a strange paralyzation overcomes your body, and you have no control over anything at all -- not even the song, which continues unabated as you stand frozen.
Two wrinkled hands come out of the grey nothingness, one holding a paintbrush and the other holding a small vial. You sense the toxin within the vial as the paintbrush dips within, and you remain involuntarily motionless as the tip of the paintbrush brushes over the spidersilk surface... once, twice... pauses... then passes over the shimmering fabric twice more, inscribing a stylized spider in the poisonous black ichor. The hands retreat from sight, and you are left immobile. Even the song has faded, trapping you in the vision.
Then, the wrinkled hands return. One is empty, and that hand repositions the cloth, but the other holds a gleaming lancet, and the blade bites into your hand. As the drop of scarlet wells forth, the blade turns the blood so that the drop strikes the cloth, where it sinks in, staining a bloody hourglass mark in the center of the painted venom spider.
In uttermost silence, the vision fades away, and the world returns to normal. Your hand is unwounded, and, rather than being freshly placed, the small spider-shaped mark fully penetrates its spot upon the pale spidersilk haversack.
Instead of the pale spidersilk haversack, you suddenly see a pebble-sized black spider resting in your hand. The creature shifts its weight slightly and tilts its head to look up at you. The sense of being inspected by an alien yet knowledgeable presence is very strong.
Unbidden, images and emotions flicker through your mind... you recall threads of old anger, grudges that never fully faded, goals never quite reached, desires left unfulfilled, envy quashed instead of expressed, and a deep, powerful yearning, the undercurrent to every other emotion, which tastes like temptation. Brighter and richer than the finest ruby, a scarlet hourglass shines on the arachnid's back. You sense unfathomed potential within yourself that waits only the proper moment to be unlocked, if you are just willing to act -- if you will do what it takes, whatever it may take....
The enchanted resonances of the pale spidersilk haversack overwhelm you in the depths of your own emotion, and your voice fails, breaking the spell. With the verse broken, the magically imposed emotion ebbs away from your soul, and you become aware of yourself again. Your eyes are closed, but you still feel pressure in your hand...
Opening your eyes, you find that there is nothing in your palm except the pale spidersilk haversack, which lies still and inert.
As your melody weaves the resonances of the pale spidersilk haversack together, the world distorts into eight different sections around you, each colored with a slightly different hue. The visual illusion lasts only long enough to become disorienting, then dissolves as you complete your verse.
B) a shadow grey spidersilk robe – 2 lbs; similar show and I am told similar loresong to the haversack; MB - $200k - CB - $200k - Rizben
C) an invar-runed azure silk gem pouch – 3 lbs, med amount, only gems, scripted – MB - $100k - CB - $100k - LordBacl
D) an ebon-hued steel mesh gem pouch – 3 lbs, med amount, only gems, scripted – MB - $100k - CB - $100k - Loyrl
E) a ripped and tattered silk cloak – VLA – MB: $10k - CB - $10k - Ruty1532
F) a supple black hunting pack – 6 lbs, VLA; MB - $50k - CB - $150 Rizben
G) a dark mithril-scaled satchel – 4 lbs, open/closeable, large amount, shoulder worn; MB -$50k - CB - $150 Beguiler