Kuyuk
03-20-2004, 07:46 PM
a wild rose and skull enamelled book ;
Kuyuk shows you a wild rose and skull enamelled book, which he is holding in his right hand. The base of the matte grey mithril cover has been skillfully enamelled with the image of a skull and a rose. The thorny rose vine twines in through the skull's hanging jaw, and brilliant flame-red wild roses blossom from both of the skull's eyesockets. Black-veined green faenor inlay forms an arch of thorns above the skull, and a second enamelled skull grins down at the first from a pike within the briars. Engraving on the spine reads, "Ta'Vaalor's Hope in Desolation, by Chastity Lilyflame".
You open your skull enamelled book to the position marked by a silken fern embroidered bookmark nestled between the pages.
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Keeping them apart those last few days.
Wild, thorny rose, you grow underfoot,
A warning to those who would look
That thorns there are in love's thwarted flow.
Love's pain dictated where Virktoth's life would go.
Greed takes many forms, as the elves found that day.
Battleragers' greedy for their blood in pay,
Smashing all with armor and weapons fierce,
Elves fell in swathes, their lives pierced.
Goldenrod for greed, goldenrod for Vaalor's proud standard.
Anyone feel like giving me an estimate on my book?
Kuyuk
Kuyuk shows you a wild rose and skull enamelled book, which he is holding in his right hand. The base of the matte grey mithril cover has been skillfully enamelled with the image of a skull and a rose. The thorny rose vine twines in through the skull's hanging jaw, and brilliant flame-red wild roses blossom from both of the skull's eyesockets. Black-veined green faenor inlay forms an arch of thorns above the skull, and a second enamelled skull grins down at the first from a pike within the briars. Engraving on the spine reads, "Ta'Vaalor's Hope in Desolation, by Chastity Lilyflame".
You open your skull enamelled book to the position marked by a silken fern embroidered bookmark nestled between the pages.
>
Keeping them apart those last few days.
Wild, thorny rose, you grow underfoot,
A warning to those who would look
That thorns there are in love's thwarted flow.
Love's pain dictated where Virktoth's life would go.
Greed takes many forms, as the elves found that day.
Battleragers' greedy for their blood in pay,
Smashing all with armor and weapons fierce,
Elves fell in swathes, their lives pierced.
Goldenrod for greed, goldenrod for Vaalor's proud standard.
Anyone feel like giving me an estimate on my book?
Kuyuk