Spooky
01-05-2011, 12:31 PM
an elongated oval-shaped void black whispering eye slitted with a pitch black silver pupil. Price is 20 million flat.
>remove eye
You gently touch your whispering eye. It glows warmly for a moment and then falls away from your face.
You position an elongated oval-shaped void black whispering eye slitted with a pitch black silver pupil between your eyes so that it casts a sparkling misty-blood red sheen across your face.
look eye
Mimicking a reptilian eye, a sliver of black-dyed silver cuts vertically across the surface of the void black doomstone. Periodically the eye materializes in and out of existence, accompanied with an ominous low-pitched whispering.
Loresong:
You cup the whispering eye delicately in your hand and focus your voice on it. Suddenly, you find yourself in a garden filled to overflowing with brightly hued rosebushes. A young woman lies in the grass at the edge of a pond, idly running her fingers through the bright blue waters. A bronze fountain of a mermaid sprays water high into the air from the center of the pond, birds fly merrily over head, and the scent of lilacs and roses fills the warm afternoon. A noise behind you causes the woman to sit up, a smile lighting her face as a young man enters the garden. She hurries over to meet him, and they kiss passionately as the scene fades.
The white whispering grows warm in your hand, giving off misty-blood red glimmers as you sing to it. The smell of lilacs swirls about you, and the vision comes into focus. Surrounded by a circle of lilac trees, the young man chisels away at a piece of marble, stopping every so often to mop his brow. The scene skips ahead to show him leading his blindfolded lover toward the now complete altar, an engagement ring and a bright pink rose resting on top. A series of visions flits across your sight, the couple kissing, the two walking hand in hand, and other scenes of happiness and new love.
With a swirl of dark red rose petals, the scenes are obscured, and when the petals flitter out of your sight, you see the young man looking slightly angry as he argues with the woman. She kisses him on the cheek, whispering something soothing into his ear, then slips from the garden into the cottage beyond. The man is left behind, slightly appeased but with a worried frown creasing his brow.
Just before the scene fades, you see a black rook with emerald green eyes watching the man from the top of the garden's stone wall.
As you sing to the whispering eye in your hand, your present reality fades, and you find yourself standing in a small, homey cottage. In one corner, the young woman works on sword, hand-etching a pattern of briars and roses along the flat of the blade. Around her are various bits of metal art. A different young man, an aristocrat, stands before her, waving a knife about and pointing at its broken hilt as he tries to get her attention. At long last, she looks up at him, points imperiously to a counter, and then turns back to her work. The man scowls, but he drops the knife on the counter, along with several gold coins, and walks out.
The scene shifts slightly as the woman moves out the back door of the cottage and into the garden. Once again, her young man is working in the ring of lilac trees. He laughs as she tells him of the aristocrat, then kisses her and returns his attention to the handful of gems on his table. She watches him painstakingly carve a design into each gem. He speaks a few words that carry the force of a spell, and the gems absorb the magic. He puts several completed gems into a velvet pouch that he hands to the woman. However, four gems he puts into a small box and pockets, shaking his head as if he has a secret when she looks at him questioningly.
With a golden flash, the scene abruptly changes. Once again, the young man and woman argue, and once again, the woman tries to reassure him. This time, however, she is not so successful. He storms away. The scene grows cloudy and begins to fade, and as it does so, the emerald-bright eyes of the rook glare down at you.
Holding the whispering eye close, you whisper your song to it. Ebon mist swirls about you, dissipating into a grey day in the garden. The man pulls out his box of four gems and works on them, but his heart is clearly not in it. A stray cat winds its way about his feet, purring loudly even as the man scowls at it. The cat persists, and the man sits back, allowing it access to his lap, where it quickly ensconces itself. The man relaxes, and soon, a happy smile crosses his face. The scene skips a bit. Night has fallen, the cat is gone, and the man awakens in his lilac circle. The young woman approaches him with a bouquet of rue and pink roses, and they kiss passionately, all arguments forgotten. Something emerald glints in the boughs of a lilac tree, its living light unnoticed by the lovers.
Another time skip, another parting, another reconciliation. Similar scenes repeat themselves, covering the course of several weeks, and each time, the unnoticed rook presides over it all. Finally, your singing pulls forth a more solid scene again. The woman kisses the man goodbye. Soon thereafter, the now-familiar cat jumps into the man's lap, but instead of snuggling up to him as it usually does, it puts its front paws on his chest and looks him straight in the eye. No amount of singing can coax sound to the vision, but judging from the man's expression, the feline speaks to him. The cat suddenly jumps off his lap, disappearing into the nearby rose bushes, and leaving the man looking stunned.
Several minutes later, the same cat comes wandering back, snuggling up in the man's lap. The man glances at the cat with trepidation, but it just purrs and makes itself comfortable. He closes his eyes and does not notice the emerald gaze of the rook from within the nearby rose bushes. The scene abruptly goes to black.
Swirls of rose petals obscure your view, but the magic of your song pushes through, and the vision returns to show the man skulking behind the woman, his eyes mad with suspicion. The woman ducks behind a building and does not emerge. When the man finally goes and looks, she is gone.
The scene skips again, and the man sits, talking to the cat. He yells and shakes his head in disbelief, pushing the cat from his lap and stalking away.
A flurry of rose petals open up a new scene. The woman is leaving, a mended knife in hand, and she kisses the man goodbye. He seems unappeased, and she smiles a bit sadly as she walks out of the garden. She doesn't notice the look of longing and love on his face, nor the apology that catches in his throat. He sits by the pond, idly playing with the four cut gems he is always working on when the cat comes bounding up to him and tries to snuggle into his lap. With a fit of rage, he grabs the animal around the throat and throws it into the pond. He appears to be murmuring "liar, liar" as the thrashing beneath the surface stills.
You take a deep breath, then aim your voice's magic at the whispering eye. The vision snaps into clear view almost instantly.
With a triumphant caw, the emerald-eyed rook flies down from the garden wall, transforming into a cat identical to the other and then into an old crone. She cackles gleefully.
The man stares at her uncomprehendingly before turning to look into the pond. His confusion turns to horror as a body, not of a cat but of a young woman, his young woman, rises to the surface, tangled about in lake weed.
A crack of thunder breaks your concentration, and the vision disappears.
Loresinger shivers slightly as he sings softly to the moonstone. The rich perfume of roses lingers momentarily in the air.
The whispering eye grows ice-cold in your hands as your voice coaxes the final vision from it. The man frantically pulls the woman from the pond, but it is too late. Storm clouds brew overhead, and lighting flashes in the distance, and still the crone laughs. In a rage, the man snatches up a broken blade that has fallen from his love's pocket and drives it into her throat.
In a flash of crimson, the scene jumps forward. The man weeps openly over the body of his beloved. A wispy figure drifts away from the corpse, unnoticed by the grieving man, and with a rush of magic, her body becomes one with the garden.
Behind him, the blood of the dying crone spills across the ground. Once bright roses grow dark, and the four precious gems lie forgotten in a pool of scarlet.
Rose petals, velvety and dark, fall from the garden's bushes and, caught in the violent eddies of the impending swarm, obscure the scene, leaving behind the rich perfume of roses as you pull your gaze away from into the whispering eye.
Actions:
From hiding (tap):
A misty-blood red sparks seem to appear out of nowhere.
From hiding (Tap. Also turns it on):
From hiding, others see: A sparkling misty-blood red light appears momentarily out of nowhere and then vanishes.
Rub:
Your whispering eye gives off a momentarily misty-blood red glow against the backdrop of your face.
Leland's whispering eye gives off a momentarily bright misty-blood red glow against the backdrop of his face.
From hiding, others see: Suddenly, a bright misty-blood red glow illuminates some shadows but they soon darken again.
Rub (while in hand):
A misty blood-red glow emenates from your whispering eye as you rub it.
A misty blood-red glow emenates from Leland's whispering eye as she rubs it.
Tap (turn on)
A misty-blood red light races across the surface of your whispering eye as you tap it.
A misty-blood red light races across the surface of Leland's whispering eye as he
taps it.
Tap (turn off)
Your whispering eye grows still as you tap it.
A whispering eye that Leland is wearing grows still as he taps it.
Passive scripts (happens while wearing the gem):
A delicate silver filigree pattern swirls briefly within the whispering eye against your forehead.
A delicate silver filigree pattern swirls briefly within the whispering eye set against Leland's forehead.
Your whispering eye glitters brightly for a few moments.
A whispering eye , which is set against Leland's forehead, glitters brightly for a few moments.
A shower of misty-blood red sparks flare up from your whispering eye.
A shower of dancing misty-blood red sparks flare up from your whispering eye.
A shower of dancing misty-blood red sparks flare up from Leland's whispering eye.
A starbust of misty-blood red sparks erupts from the whispering eye that is on Person's forehead.
Your whispering eye flares into misty-blood red flames, causing the air around you to waver.
A whispering eye on Person's forehead flares into misty-blood red flames, causing the air around Issey to waver.
Your whispering eye pulses against your forehead, sending silver and misty-blood red sparks dancing around your lashes.
Person's whispering eye pulses against her forehead, sending silver and gold sparks dancing around her lashes.
Your whispering eye pulses against your forehead, giving off a faint glow.
Person's whispering eye pulses against his forehead, giving off a faint misty-blood red glow.
Your whispering eye dims and then suddenly brightens again as silver sparks swirl around in the gem.
Person's whispering eye, which is set against her forehead, dims and then suddenly brightens again as silver sparks swirl within the gem.
The whispering eye on your forehead dims drastically as a cloud of darkness roils deep within the gem. After a moment, it fades, returning to its normal state.
The whispering eye on Person's forehead dims drastically as a cloud of darkness roils deep within the gem. After a moment, it fades, returning to its normal state.
The whispering eye on Person's forehead dims, then suddenly brightens in a luminous plume of tiny silver and misty-blood red that radiate out from her eyes in a feather-like pattern.
The whispering eye on your forehead flickers, as if a tiny gold flame has appeared inside. Without so much as a breath of smoke, it is extinguished.
The whispering eye on your forehead flickers, as if a tiny misty-blood red flame has appeared inside. Without so much as a breath of smoke, it is extinguished.
The whispering eye on Person's forehead flickers, as if a tiny crimson flame has appeared inside. Without so much as a breath of smoke, it is extinguished.
The whispering eyel on your forehead flickers softly, causing misty-blood red flames to briefly flare within your eyes.
Your whispering eye sparkles brilliantly as an errant ray of light hits it.
The whispering eye on Person's forehead sparkles brilliantly as an errant ray of light hits it.
The veins in your whispering eye glow a misty-blood red color.
The veins in Person's whispering eye glow a brilliant misty-blood red color.
The eye set into your forehead grows warm against your skin.
>remove eye
You gently touch your whispering eye. It glows warmly for a moment and then falls away from your face.
You position an elongated oval-shaped void black whispering eye slitted with a pitch black silver pupil between your eyes so that it casts a sparkling misty-blood red sheen across your face.
look eye
Mimicking a reptilian eye, a sliver of black-dyed silver cuts vertically across the surface of the void black doomstone. Periodically the eye materializes in and out of existence, accompanied with an ominous low-pitched whispering.
Loresong:
You cup the whispering eye delicately in your hand and focus your voice on it. Suddenly, you find yourself in a garden filled to overflowing with brightly hued rosebushes. A young woman lies in the grass at the edge of a pond, idly running her fingers through the bright blue waters. A bronze fountain of a mermaid sprays water high into the air from the center of the pond, birds fly merrily over head, and the scent of lilacs and roses fills the warm afternoon. A noise behind you causes the woman to sit up, a smile lighting her face as a young man enters the garden. She hurries over to meet him, and they kiss passionately as the scene fades.
The white whispering grows warm in your hand, giving off misty-blood red glimmers as you sing to it. The smell of lilacs swirls about you, and the vision comes into focus. Surrounded by a circle of lilac trees, the young man chisels away at a piece of marble, stopping every so often to mop his brow. The scene skips ahead to show him leading his blindfolded lover toward the now complete altar, an engagement ring and a bright pink rose resting on top. A series of visions flits across your sight, the couple kissing, the two walking hand in hand, and other scenes of happiness and new love.
With a swirl of dark red rose petals, the scenes are obscured, and when the petals flitter out of your sight, you see the young man looking slightly angry as he argues with the woman. She kisses him on the cheek, whispering something soothing into his ear, then slips from the garden into the cottage beyond. The man is left behind, slightly appeased but with a worried frown creasing his brow.
Just before the scene fades, you see a black rook with emerald green eyes watching the man from the top of the garden's stone wall.
As you sing to the whispering eye in your hand, your present reality fades, and you find yourself standing in a small, homey cottage. In one corner, the young woman works on sword, hand-etching a pattern of briars and roses along the flat of the blade. Around her are various bits of metal art. A different young man, an aristocrat, stands before her, waving a knife about and pointing at its broken hilt as he tries to get her attention. At long last, she looks up at him, points imperiously to a counter, and then turns back to her work. The man scowls, but he drops the knife on the counter, along with several gold coins, and walks out.
The scene shifts slightly as the woman moves out the back door of the cottage and into the garden. Once again, her young man is working in the ring of lilac trees. He laughs as she tells him of the aristocrat, then kisses her and returns his attention to the handful of gems on his table. She watches him painstakingly carve a design into each gem. He speaks a few words that carry the force of a spell, and the gems absorb the magic. He puts several completed gems into a velvet pouch that he hands to the woman. However, four gems he puts into a small box and pockets, shaking his head as if he has a secret when she looks at him questioningly.
With a golden flash, the scene abruptly changes. Once again, the young man and woman argue, and once again, the woman tries to reassure him. This time, however, she is not so successful. He storms away. The scene grows cloudy and begins to fade, and as it does so, the emerald-bright eyes of the rook glare down at you.
Holding the whispering eye close, you whisper your song to it. Ebon mist swirls about you, dissipating into a grey day in the garden. The man pulls out his box of four gems and works on them, but his heart is clearly not in it. A stray cat winds its way about his feet, purring loudly even as the man scowls at it. The cat persists, and the man sits back, allowing it access to his lap, where it quickly ensconces itself. The man relaxes, and soon, a happy smile crosses his face. The scene skips a bit. Night has fallen, the cat is gone, and the man awakens in his lilac circle. The young woman approaches him with a bouquet of rue and pink roses, and they kiss passionately, all arguments forgotten. Something emerald glints in the boughs of a lilac tree, its living light unnoticed by the lovers.
Another time skip, another parting, another reconciliation. Similar scenes repeat themselves, covering the course of several weeks, and each time, the unnoticed rook presides over it all. Finally, your singing pulls forth a more solid scene again. The woman kisses the man goodbye. Soon thereafter, the now-familiar cat jumps into the man's lap, but instead of snuggling up to him as it usually does, it puts its front paws on his chest and looks him straight in the eye. No amount of singing can coax sound to the vision, but judging from the man's expression, the feline speaks to him. The cat suddenly jumps off his lap, disappearing into the nearby rose bushes, and leaving the man looking stunned.
Several minutes later, the same cat comes wandering back, snuggling up in the man's lap. The man glances at the cat with trepidation, but it just purrs and makes itself comfortable. He closes his eyes and does not notice the emerald gaze of the rook from within the nearby rose bushes. The scene abruptly goes to black.
Swirls of rose petals obscure your view, but the magic of your song pushes through, and the vision returns to show the man skulking behind the woman, his eyes mad with suspicion. The woman ducks behind a building and does not emerge. When the man finally goes and looks, she is gone.
The scene skips again, and the man sits, talking to the cat. He yells and shakes his head in disbelief, pushing the cat from his lap and stalking away.
A flurry of rose petals open up a new scene. The woman is leaving, a mended knife in hand, and she kisses the man goodbye. He seems unappeased, and she smiles a bit sadly as she walks out of the garden. She doesn't notice the look of longing and love on his face, nor the apology that catches in his throat. He sits by the pond, idly playing with the four cut gems he is always working on when the cat comes bounding up to him and tries to snuggle into his lap. With a fit of rage, he grabs the animal around the throat and throws it into the pond. He appears to be murmuring "liar, liar" as the thrashing beneath the surface stills.
You take a deep breath, then aim your voice's magic at the whispering eye. The vision snaps into clear view almost instantly.
With a triumphant caw, the emerald-eyed rook flies down from the garden wall, transforming into a cat identical to the other and then into an old crone. She cackles gleefully.
The man stares at her uncomprehendingly before turning to look into the pond. His confusion turns to horror as a body, not of a cat but of a young woman, his young woman, rises to the surface, tangled about in lake weed.
A crack of thunder breaks your concentration, and the vision disappears.
Loresinger shivers slightly as he sings softly to the moonstone. The rich perfume of roses lingers momentarily in the air.
The whispering eye grows ice-cold in your hands as your voice coaxes the final vision from it. The man frantically pulls the woman from the pond, but it is too late. Storm clouds brew overhead, and lighting flashes in the distance, and still the crone laughs. In a rage, the man snatches up a broken blade that has fallen from his love's pocket and drives it into her throat.
In a flash of crimson, the scene jumps forward. The man weeps openly over the body of his beloved. A wispy figure drifts away from the corpse, unnoticed by the grieving man, and with a rush of magic, her body becomes one with the garden.
Behind him, the blood of the dying crone spills across the ground. Once bright roses grow dark, and the four precious gems lie forgotten in a pool of scarlet.
Rose petals, velvety and dark, fall from the garden's bushes and, caught in the violent eddies of the impending swarm, obscure the scene, leaving behind the rich perfume of roses as you pull your gaze away from into the whispering eye.
Actions:
From hiding (tap):
A misty-blood red sparks seem to appear out of nowhere.
From hiding (Tap. Also turns it on):
From hiding, others see: A sparkling misty-blood red light appears momentarily out of nowhere and then vanishes.
Rub:
Your whispering eye gives off a momentarily misty-blood red glow against the backdrop of your face.
Leland's whispering eye gives off a momentarily bright misty-blood red glow against the backdrop of his face.
From hiding, others see: Suddenly, a bright misty-blood red glow illuminates some shadows but they soon darken again.
Rub (while in hand):
A misty blood-red glow emenates from your whispering eye as you rub it.
A misty blood-red glow emenates from Leland's whispering eye as she rubs it.
Tap (turn on)
A misty-blood red light races across the surface of your whispering eye as you tap it.
A misty-blood red light races across the surface of Leland's whispering eye as he
taps it.
Tap (turn off)
Your whispering eye grows still as you tap it.
A whispering eye that Leland is wearing grows still as he taps it.
Passive scripts (happens while wearing the gem):
A delicate silver filigree pattern swirls briefly within the whispering eye against your forehead.
A delicate silver filigree pattern swirls briefly within the whispering eye set against Leland's forehead.
Your whispering eye glitters brightly for a few moments.
A whispering eye , which is set against Leland's forehead, glitters brightly for a few moments.
A shower of misty-blood red sparks flare up from your whispering eye.
A shower of dancing misty-blood red sparks flare up from your whispering eye.
A shower of dancing misty-blood red sparks flare up from Leland's whispering eye.
A starbust of misty-blood red sparks erupts from the whispering eye that is on Person's forehead.
Your whispering eye flares into misty-blood red flames, causing the air around you to waver.
A whispering eye on Person's forehead flares into misty-blood red flames, causing the air around Issey to waver.
Your whispering eye pulses against your forehead, sending silver and misty-blood red sparks dancing around your lashes.
Person's whispering eye pulses against her forehead, sending silver and gold sparks dancing around her lashes.
Your whispering eye pulses against your forehead, giving off a faint glow.
Person's whispering eye pulses against his forehead, giving off a faint misty-blood red glow.
Your whispering eye dims and then suddenly brightens again as silver sparks swirl around in the gem.
Person's whispering eye, which is set against her forehead, dims and then suddenly brightens again as silver sparks swirl within the gem.
The whispering eye on your forehead dims drastically as a cloud of darkness roils deep within the gem. After a moment, it fades, returning to its normal state.
The whispering eye on Person's forehead dims drastically as a cloud of darkness roils deep within the gem. After a moment, it fades, returning to its normal state.
The whispering eye on Person's forehead dims, then suddenly brightens in a luminous plume of tiny silver and misty-blood red that radiate out from her eyes in a feather-like pattern.
The whispering eye on your forehead flickers, as if a tiny gold flame has appeared inside. Without so much as a breath of smoke, it is extinguished.
The whispering eye on your forehead flickers, as if a tiny misty-blood red flame has appeared inside. Without so much as a breath of smoke, it is extinguished.
The whispering eye on Person's forehead flickers, as if a tiny crimson flame has appeared inside. Without so much as a breath of smoke, it is extinguished.
The whispering eyel on your forehead flickers softly, causing misty-blood red flames to briefly flare within your eyes.
Your whispering eye sparkles brilliantly as an errant ray of light hits it.
The whispering eye on Person's forehead sparkles brilliantly as an errant ray of light hits it.
The veins in your whispering eye glow a misty-blood red color.
The veins in Person's whispering eye glow a brilliant misty-blood red color.
The eye set into your forehead grows warm against your skin.