Malvadere
02-21-2010, 12:28 AM
Anyone make anything of this, was a boxfound gem.
You sing in Guildspeak:
"Smooth columnar violet amethyst please tell me and tell me true
What might be your own value?"
Warm energy floods your limbs, making them comfortably heavy as a deep feeling of tranquility washes over you. The edges of your vision begin to shimmer much like the way the hot air will waver over the desert, and you feel your sight narrowing to a faint tunnel.
Before you a woman stands upon a sea shore, her hair whipping about her in the the wind and her hands curled around a shawl that she holds close to her petite frame. A gust of wind swirls past, tugging harder on the woman and carrying with it autumn leaves which obscure your vision. As the leaves fall away, your vision returns to normal.
Roundtime: 13 sec.
You sing:
"Smooth columnar violet amethyst I'm listening it's all coming clear
But your purpose is what I'd like to hear."
Tingling energy tickles at your fingers as the air before you wavers. Light spreads outward from the small pocket of energy and floods you with image after image of a woman with auburn hair and sea green eyes. You watch as she packs her belongings into a case, only to unpack them in a small room the next moment.
Before you the woman slowly ages as she moves through various duties in her life, from mundane tasks of cleaning and washing, to elaborate tasks involving study and concentration.
Without any preamble, the vision winks out.
Roundtime: 15 sec.
You sing:
"Smooth columnar violet amethyst that's most helpful for me to know
What magic within you will you now show?"
Your voice seems to echo in your own ears overly long, and your eyes blur with unshed tears that are not your own. Raw emotion threatens to overwhelm you as before you appears the bed of a sickly man. You lean forward, murmuring soft words of comfort, and draw forth from your pocket a smooth gemstone. Placing the stone upon the man's forehead, you concentrate upon the stone and feel it warm to the touch.
Moments later, the man grins up at you, and you can see that the shadows of his sickness have fled him. You close your eyes, a smile upon your lips, and when you open them your vision returns to normal.
Roundtime: 15 sec.
You sing:
"Smooth columnar violet amethyst from me you have nothing to hide
What special ability do you hold inside?"
Unfolding before your eyes is a parade of sick patients, each coming to you and speaking softly of their ailments. You whisper encouraging words to each, and select various stones to aid them. Some stones you gift to those that come to you, while others you continue to use on the many old and new faces that greet you.
As the vision begins to fade, a deep sense of peace and contentment fills you.
Roundtime: 14 sec.
Thanks,
Stephen
You sing in Guildspeak:
"Smooth columnar violet amethyst please tell me and tell me true
What might be your own value?"
Warm energy floods your limbs, making them comfortably heavy as a deep feeling of tranquility washes over you. The edges of your vision begin to shimmer much like the way the hot air will waver over the desert, and you feel your sight narrowing to a faint tunnel.
Before you a woman stands upon a sea shore, her hair whipping about her in the the wind and her hands curled around a shawl that she holds close to her petite frame. A gust of wind swirls past, tugging harder on the woman and carrying with it autumn leaves which obscure your vision. As the leaves fall away, your vision returns to normal.
Roundtime: 13 sec.
You sing:
"Smooth columnar violet amethyst I'm listening it's all coming clear
But your purpose is what I'd like to hear."
Tingling energy tickles at your fingers as the air before you wavers. Light spreads outward from the small pocket of energy and floods you with image after image of a woman with auburn hair and sea green eyes. You watch as she packs her belongings into a case, only to unpack them in a small room the next moment.
Before you the woman slowly ages as she moves through various duties in her life, from mundane tasks of cleaning and washing, to elaborate tasks involving study and concentration.
Without any preamble, the vision winks out.
Roundtime: 15 sec.
You sing:
"Smooth columnar violet amethyst that's most helpful for me to know
What magic within you will you now show?"
Your voice seems to echo in your own ears overly long, and your eyes blur with unshed tears that are not your own. Raw emotion threatens to overwhelm you as before you appears the bed of a sickly man. You lean forward, murmuring soft words of comfort, and draw forth from your pocket a smooth gemstone. Placing the stone upon the man's forehead, you concentrate upon the stone and feel it warm to the touch.
Moments later, the man grins up at you, and you can see that the shadows of his sickness have fled him. You close your eyes, a smile upon your lips, and when you open them your vision returns to normal.
Roundtime: 15 sec.
You sing:
"Smooth columnar violet amethyst from me you have nothing to hide
What special ability do you hold inside?"
Unfolding before your eyes is a parade of sick patients, each coming to you and speaking softly of their ailments. You whisper encouraging words to each, and select various stones to aid them. Some stones you gift to those that come to you, while others you continue to use on the many old and new faces that greet you.
As the vision begins to fade, a deep sense of peace and contentment fills you.
Roundtime: 14 sec.
Thanks,
Stephen