gs4-relvar
04-25-2011, 08:55 PM
Selling four items. Will go once, twice, sold fairly quickly. Will deliver to FWI, RR, Solhaven and Landing.
Good Luck!
First up, an old god auctioned cloak:
7m mb, BO 15m, CB 8.5m to Angel SOLD! Awaiting response.
a weathered green oilskin cloak fastened with a tarnished copper chain
Says max light/deep but it said that and I was able to use premium points to shave 2lbs off it. weighs 5lbs now. pin worn. Holds 100lbs. unable to inspect.
Show:
>l cloa
The faded green oilskin has been softened from years of use, draping to allow the wearer perfect freedom of movement. A copper chain, bearing a gentle patina of age, runs from one side of the cloak to the other, acting as a fastener. A glance at the inner lining reveals pockets fastened by elk-horn buttons.
Heavily scripted:
>wear cloa
You drape a weathered green oilskin cloak fastened with a tarnished copper chain from your shoulders.
>rub cloa
You run your hand over the green oilskin of the cloak, adjusting the fit.
>tap cloa
You run your fingertips over the tarnished copper chain of your weathered green oilskin cloak.
>poke cloa
You brush a bit of dirt off of a weathered green oilskin cloak fastened with a tarnished copper chain
>push cloa
You throw the green oilskin cloak back over your shoulders, freeing your arms.
>pull cloa
You pull the green oilskin cloak close, protecting yourself from the elements.
>turn cloa
You turn quickly, the green oilskin cloak swirling in your wake.
>tickle cloa
You brush your fingers lightly against your green oilskin cloak.
>open cloa
You unbutton a pocket inside of the green oilskin cloak.
>close cloa
You button a pocket inside of the green oilskin cloak, securing the contents.
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Also, I think this was a spidersilk sack.. if not it sure is now!
2m mb, BO 6m,
a faenor-runed spidersilk sack. LA, max light/deep. 3lbs. Holds 45lbs.
This fine sack is testament to the spider's outstanding thread which has been tightly woven to produce a sleek, translucent container. The sack has been generously crafted from pure spidersilk, affording its caressing touch and allowing thick, supple folds to glide effortlessly over any contour. A loose rope of vaalorn solemnly fastened with a gleaming faenor rune is used to cinch the sack's opening.
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Selling my armor since I purchased a new set:
mb 3m, BO 7m,
+22, max light at 13lbs. covers torso, altered and one script
some discolored elven chain mail
Crafted in the elven style from red-speckled invar links, the chain mail appears strong and flexible. Caught in the links and caked in by time and exposure is a thick layer of dirt that discolors wide swaths of the armor. As one swath approaches the chest, the remnants of a partial hand print is faintly cast in the dirt. You also notice a small enchanter's glyph.
>touch mail (1st person)
You briefly place your hand over the chest of your mail, closing your eyes and breathing evenly. Steadying your nerves for the task ahead, you open your eyes with determination.
(3rd person)
Relvar places his hand over the chest of his mail, closing his eyes and breathing evenly. After a moment, his eyes open with a look of focused determination.
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And last but surely not least... A rustic gnomish tinkers toolbox! Now you can repair things with style!
mb 1m, BO 4m, CB 1.5m to Kitsun SOLD!
a warped pine toolbox latched with a rusty nail
pinworn, holds large amount, max lightened & deepened
In the pine toolbox you see a pine-handled dull steel screwturner, a handful of steel screws, a pair of pitted steel pliers, a pine-handled dull steel hammer and a handful of steel nails.
>l hammer
Carved from simple pine and polished smooth, this tool's handle has been intricately carved with swirling designs that weave together but never touch. Dull steel comprises the head, which is perfectly balanced against the handle to create a precision tool. Delicately etched into the eye of the hammer is a tiny anvil.
>pull my hammer
You hold the dull steel hammer by the head and spin it 'round and 'round your finger. Fancy!
>wave my hammer
You brandish your hammer before you and holler. Nothing will attack you now!
>raise my hammer
You raise your hammer and bring it down hard.
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>pinch my nail
You close your hand around a handful of steel nails and flinch as you accidentally poke yourself!
>pull nail
Pulling out a single nail, you ready it for use.
(don't actually get a nail out)
>toss my nail
You shake the steel nails around in your hand, making a soft clinking sound as they bump together.
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>push my plier
You squeeze the pliers shut, one-handedly closing the gap between the two serrated jaws.
>press my plier
You squeeze the pliers shut, one-handedly closing the gap between the two serrated jaws.
>pull my plier
You expertly pry open your pliers with one hand, opening the space between the serrated jaws.
>pinch my plier
You close the pliers tightly and accidentally pinch your fingers! Wincing noticeably, you open them quickly and remove your stinging appendages.
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>l screw
The dull steel of the screwturner's business end is not well maintained, leaving the surface full of dings and scratches. A solid block of pine carved into an ovular shape comprises the handle, the grains of wood visible in swirling light and dark contrast. Unpolished and slightly warped, the handle shows the same care as the shank and blade.
>wave my screwturner
You wave your screwturner before you like a wand, trying to fend off any attackers. Unsurprisingly, nothing shoots out the tip, so you blush lightly and lower your hand.
>kiss my screwturner
Using the flat part of the blade, you not-so-gracefully pick at your teeth.
>turn my screwt
You hold the screwturner tightly and give it a twist.
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>pull my screws
Pulling out a single screw, you ready it for use.
(don't actually seperate screws)
>pinch my screws
You close your hand around a handful of steel screws and flinch as you accidentally poke yourself!
>toss my screws
You shake the steel screws around in your hand, making a soft clinking sound as they bump together.
Good Luck!
First up, an old god auctioned cloak:
7m mb, BO 15m, CB 8.5m to Angel SOLD! Awaiting response.
a weathered green oilskin cloak fastened with a tarnished copper chain
Says max light/deep but it said that and I was able to use premium points to shave 2lbs off it. weighs 5lbs now. pin worn. Holds 100lbs. unable to inspect.
Show:
>l cloa
The faded green oilskin has been softened from years of use, draping to allow the wearer perfect freedom of movement. A copper chain, bearing a gentle patina of age, runs from one side of the cloak to the other, acting as a fastener. A glance at the inner lining reveals pockets fastened by elk-horn buttons.
Heavily scripted:
>wear cloa
You drape a weathered green oilskin cloak fastened with a tarnished copper chain from your shoulders.
>rub cloa
You run your hand over the green oilskin of the cloak, adjusting the fit.
>tap cloa
You run your fingertips over the tarnished copper chain of your weathered green oilskin cloak.
>poke cloa
You brush a bit of dirt off of a weathered green oilskin cloak fastened with a tarnished copper chain
>push cloa
You throw the green oilskin cloak back over your shoulders, freeing your arms.
>pull cloa
You pull the green oilskin cloak close, protecting yourself from the elements.
>turn cloa
You turn quickly, the green oilskin cloak swirling in your wake.
>tickle cloa
You brush your fingers lightly against your green oilskin cloak.
>open cloa
You unbutton a pocket inside of the green oilskin cloak.
>close cloa
You button a pocket inside of the green oilskin cloak, securing the contents.
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Also, I think this was a spidersilk sack.. if not it sure is now!
2m mb, BO 6m,
a faenor-runed spidersilk sack. LA, max light/deep. 3lbs. Holds 45lbs.
This fine sack is testament to the spider's outstanding thread which has been tightly woven to produce a sleek, translucent container. The sack has been generously crafted from pure spidersilk, affording its caressing touch and allowing thick, supple folds to glide effortlessly over any contour. A loose rope of vaalorn solemnly fastened with a gleaming faenor rune is used to cinch the sack's opening.
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Selling my armor since I purchased a new set:
mb 3m, BO 7m,
+22, max light at 13lbs. covers torso, altered and one script
some discolored elven chain mail
Crafted in the elven style from red-speckled invar links, the chain mail appears strong and flexible. Caught in the links and caked in by time and exposure is a thick layer of dirt that discolors wide swaths of the armor. As one swath approaches the chest, the remnants of a partial hand print is faintly cast in the dirt. You also notice a small enchanter's glyph.
>touch mail (1st person)
You briefly place your hand over the chest of your mail, closing your eyes and breathing evenly. Steadying your nerves for the task ahead, you open your eyes with determination.
(3rd person)
Relvar places his hand over the chest of his mail, closing his eyes and breathing evenly. After a moment, his eyes open with a look of focused determination.
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And last but surely not least... A rustic gnomish tinkers toolbox! Now you can repair things with style!
mb 1m, BO 4m, CB 1.5m to Kitsun SOLD!
a warped pine toolbox latched with a rusty nail
pinworn, holds large amount, max lightened & deepened
In the pine toolbox you see a pine-handled dull steel screwturner, a handful of steel screws, a pair of pitted steel pliers, a pine-handled dull steel hammer and a handful of steel nails.
>l hammer
Carved from simple pine and polished smooth, this tool's handle has been intricately carved with swirling designs that weave together but never touch. Dull steel comprises the head, which is perfectly balanced against the handle to create a precision tool. Delicately etched into the eye of the hammer is a tiny anvil.
>pull my hammer
You hold the dull steel hammer by the head and spin it 'round and 'round your finger. Fancy!
>wave my hammer
You brandish your hammer before you and holler. Nothing will attack you now!
>raise my hammer
You raise your hammer and bring it down hard.
-------------
>pinch my nail
You close your hand around a handful of steel nails and flinch as you accidentally poke yourself!
>pull nail
Pulling out a single nail, you ready it for use.
(don't actually get a nail out)
>toss my nail
You shake the steel nails around in your hand, making a soft clinking sound as they bump together.
--------------
>push my plier
You squeeze the pliers shut, one-handedly closing the gap between the two serrated jaws.
>press my plier
You squeeze the pliers shut, one-handedly closing the gap between the two serrated jaws.
>pull my plier
You expertly pry open your pliers with one hand, opening the space between the serrated jaws.
>pinch my plier
You close the pliers tightly and accidentally pinch your fingers! Wincing noticeably, you open them quickly and remove your stinging appendages.
--------------------
>l screw
The dull steel of the screwturner's business end is not well maintained, leaving the surface full of dings and scratches. A solid block of pine carved into an ovular shape comprises the handle, the grains of wood visible in swirling light and dark contrast. Unpolished and slightly warped, the handle shows the same care as the shank and blade.
>wave my screwturner
You wave your screwturner before you like a wand, trying to fend off any attackers. Unsurprisingly, nothing shoots out the tip, so you blush lightly and lower your hand.
>kiss my screwturner
Using the flat part of the blade, you not-so-gracefully pick at your teeth.
>turn my screwt
You hold the screwturner tightly and give it a twist.
-----------------
>pull my screws
Pulling out a single screw, you ready it for use.
(don't actually seperate screws)
>pinch my screws
You close your hand around a handful of steel screws and flinch as you accidentally poke yourself!
>toss my screws
You shake the steel screws around in your hand, making a soft clinking sound as they bump together.