Tumbadoo
03-02-2010, 03:19 PM
found this....a bearded razern battle axe. Obviously a THW. From the GS site I'm guessing it's probably +10. I don't know if it's got any crit weight to it. I had a bard sing to it and got this....
As you heft the razern battle axe in your hands, you close your eyes and focus your voice on the weapon. In your mind's eye, an image appears of a group of giantmen in coarse, deep-cowled black robes. Gathered in a dimly lit tavern, they smoke pipes and drink stout ale while they engage in animated discussion. Each takes a turn telling tales of the past, perhaps embellishing a bit here and there. The mournful expressions on their faces belie the light-hearted setting as they speak of the honored dead. At the top of the hour, a hymn is sung to those who have passed on. Your song fades away with the last note of the hymn and the image slowly dissolves.
As your voice again focuses on the razern battle axe, a tall woman appears before your eyes, her long brown hair escaping from beneath her cowl. On her hip she balances a small child, while three others, two boys and a girl, all dressed in black robes, trail behind her in the dust of the road. As you watch, the somber procession turns down a small flight of stairs into a long underground catacomb. The woman pauses hesitantly beside an alcove, then proceeds inside. The light of her lantern reveals a sarcophagus inscribed with the image of a large war axe. Weeping softly, she begins to clear the dust and rodent droppings from around the coffin. Adorning the crypt with fresh-cut flowers and handmade mementos, she sets out tall pillar candles and lights them as the children fidget silently. Their bleak young faces are fixed in your mind as the vision fades away to blackness.
Troubled by the sadness of the children, you close your eyes and begin a new verse. The brown-haired woman is back, without her children, part of a stream of giantkin entering the catacombs. Men and women of all ages, black robes swishing softly, file solemnly down the steps into the tombs, stopping here or there to pay respects at a grave. The tall brunette returns to her previous alcove, kneels and lays her head on the sarcophagus as if trying to get closer to the contents. Her eyes are bright with unshed tears and muffled sounds of movement and prayers drift in from nearby tombs. At the catacombs entrance, a bearded and stooped old man closes off the doorway, barring it securely. Sealed inside are both the living and dead. Your heart skips a beat before you realize the darkness comes from your faded vision, not from having been sealed in with them.
You tighten your sweat-slicked grip on the razern battle axe as you screw your eyes shut and begin to sing a final verse. You are once again at the entrance to the catacombs and the morning sun is beginning to creep over the horizon. The stooped old man shuffles up to the barred doorway and puts his ear to it. Apparently satisfied with what he hears, he unbars and opens the door. One black-haired man, his eyes wild with terror, claws at the door before it is fully opened. Driven to madness during his vigil, he staggers out of the tomb, babbling incomprehensibly. The remaining mourners trudge wearily up the steps, their faces a mix of emotions. Filing out last, the brown-haired woman emerges, her face smudged with tears and dirt. Her deep brown eyes are weary, but she seems, somehow, more at peace as she turns to meet the rising sun and is lost from view in a haze of light.
Any one have any idea if something simliar came out of a recent merchant or something? Or what it might be valued at? If there is a warrior who can access it that would be great. PM me here or AIM at gsplay88, or Naseer in game
As you heft the razern battle axe in your hands, you close your eyes and focus your voice on the weapon. In your mind's eye, an image appears of a group of giantmen in coarse, deep-cowled black robes. Gathered in a dimly lit tavern, they smoke pipes and drink stout ale while they engage in animated discussion. Each takes a turn telling tales of the past, perhaps embellishing a bit here and there. The mournful expressions on their faces belie the light-hearted setting as they speak of the honored dead. At the top of the hour, a hymn is sung to those who have passed on. Your song fades away with the last note of the hymn and the image slowly dissolves.
As your voice again focuses on the razern battle axe, a tall woman appears before your eyes, her long brown hair escaping from beneath her cowl. On her hip she balances a small child, while three others, two boys and a girl, all dressed in black robes, trail behind her in the dust of the road. As you watch, the somber procession turns down a small flight of stairs into a long underground catacomb. The woman pauses hesitantly beside an alcove, then proceeds inside. The light of her lantern reveals a sarcophagus inscribed with the image of a large war axe. Weeping softly, she begins to clear the dust and rodent droppings from around the coffin. Adorning the crypt with fresh-cut flowers and handmade mementos, she sets out tall pillar candles and lights them as the children fidget silently. Their bleak young faces are fixed in your mind as the vision fades away to blackness.
Troubled by the sadness of the children, you close your eyes and begin a new verse. The brown-haired woman is back, without her children, part of a stream of giantkin entering the catacombs. Men and women of all ages, black robes swishing softly, file solemnly down the steps into the tombs, stopping here or there to pay respects at a grave. The tall brunette returns to her previous alcove, kneels and lays her head on the sarcophagus as if trying to get closer to the contents. Her eyes are bright with unshed tears and muffled sounds of movement and prayers drift in from nearby tombs. At the catacombs entrance, a bearded and stooped old man closes off the doorway, barring it securely. Sealed inside are both the living and dead. Your heart skips a beat before you realize the darkness comes from your faded vision, not from having been sealed in with them.
You tighten your sweat-slicked grip on the razern battle axe as you screw your eyes shut and begin to sing a final verse. You are once again at the entrance to the catacombs and the morning sun is beginning to creep over the horizon. The stooped old man shuffles up to the barred doorway and puts his ear to it. Apparently satisfied with what he hears, he unbars and opens the door. One black-haired man, his eyes wild with terror, claws at the door before it is fully opened. Driven to madness during his vigil, he staggers out of the tomb, babbling incomprehensibly. The remaining mourners trudge wearily up the steps, their faces a mix of emotions. Filing out last, the brown-haired woman emerges, her face smudged with tears and dirt. Her deep brown eyes are weary, but she seems, somehow, more at peace as she turns to meet the rising sun and is lost from view in a haze of light.
Any one have any idea if something simliar came out of a recent merchant or something? Or what it might be valued at? If there is a warrior who can access it that would be great. PM me here or AIM at gsplay88, or Naseer in game