JustDan
05-07-2011, 08:50 PM
a steel-banded black mithril chest
>read my ches
A small brass plaque on the front of the chest reads, "The Greater Elementals."
>look in my ches
>
In the black mithril chest:
jewelry (1): silver-chased pale ivory talisman.
other (2): piece of dark grey rubble, half-melted obsidian shard.
rubble:
>;dsing
--- Lich: dsing active.
[dsing]>loresing rubble that I have in my hand; tell me your value in this land
You sing soulfully:
"Rubble that I have in my hand
tell me your value in this land"
You find yourself drawn to the surface of the rubble, its mottled grey pattern and streaks of black a curiosity. You become lost in the haze of grey stone as if it was your entire world. And you realize, just as you slip into its memories... that it is.
You soar among the highest clouds, transfixed as you watch the landscape unfold below you. You spy the form of a village underneath the shadow of a great mountain, its spire taller than the other peaks surrounding it. Your vision centers upon a great stone platform upon the grassy valley, to where a man garbed in black hide robes stands before a semi-circle of villagers. The massive mountain looms just behind him as he speaks.
The vision slowly fades away as the people watch the man, enthralled by his words.
Roundtime: 8 sec.
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[dsing]>loresing rubble that I found out there in the cold; tell me your purpose before we get old
You sing soulfully:
"Rubble that I found out there in the cold
tell me your purpose before we get old"
>
[dsing]>loresing rubble that I met in a dark scary bar; tell me your story and you might go far
You sing soulfully:
"Rubble that I met in a dark scary bar
tell me your story and you might go far"
You're plunged back into the depths of the rubble, where the shaman speaks to his people...
"The time of great prosperity is upon us, for soon the Earthen Father will awaken, as foretold by my grandfather's father and his father before him!"
The people murmur appreciatively and hopeful smiles blossom on their faces.
"We must honor the Earthen Father, for he watches over us all," The shaman gestures toward the massive mountain. A slight tremor passes through the ground, and you watch as the shaman goes wide-eyed.
Startled gasps echo around the area as your vision pulls up toward the mountain. You hear a faint cry of, "Do not be afraid, it is the Earthen Father! It is him!"
As your field of vision readjusts, you see the spire of the mountain - and two very large, unblinking eyes peering down in an almost curious fashion at the village below. Darkness overcomes your mind's eye as you're returned to the normal world...
Roundtime: 11 sec.
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[dsing]>loresing rubble that causes my teardrops to fall; Tell me your magic for the good of us all
You sing soulfully:
"Rubble that causes my teardrops to fall
Tell me your magic for the good of us all"
As your vision returns to the tiny village beneath, you hear the familiar voice of the shaman upon the wind...
"You see, you see? He is here, watching us!" The man's smile is near maddening in its intensity, and there are a few less people in the semi-circle than you first remembered. "The time of the prophecy is upon us! We will see such great prosperity, prosperity not known for hundreds upon hundreds of years!"
The people all fall to their knees and bow, reassured by their spiritual leader's words. In the background, you see other people quietly going about their lives, apparently oblivious to the strange goings-on. Far above, the eyes swivel slowly back and forth, the expression unchanging as they quietly observe. You feel a faint rumbling in the ground, shifting in its intensity like a soft laughter. The rumblings increase in pitch, and you watch as the ring of people's confidence begin to waver. The shaman turns toward the mountain as the people begin to murmur worriedly, and says, "Do you not hear?! The Earthen Father, he is joyful and laughing, laughing with joy for his people!"
Rocks begin to tumble down the mountain as the vision comes to a close...
Roundtime: 11 sec.
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[dsing]>loresing rubble that was born in a den of iniquity; Honor us all and tell of your ability
You sing soulfully:
"Rubble that was born in a den of iniquity
Honor us all and tell of your ability"
You feel yourself being drawn into the depths of the rubble...
The rumblings in the surroundings increase, and the ground shudders and heaves from the tremors. You see the shaman raising his arms in supplication toward the mountain, his eyes bright with unwavering dedication and pure bliss as he watches what he's devoted his life to come alive before him.
Behind him, the people murmur hurried prayers, their faith obviously teetering as the shaking becomes increasingly violent.
High above on the mountain peaks, boulders begin to quiver from their ancient resting places, unknowingly worked free by the ever-stronger tremors. They tumble down the slopes, toward the little village of wood and thatch. Seconds seem like days as the first boulder crashes into one hut, then another, and another. The screams of terrified people fill your ears as the rumbles slowly decrease in their intensity.
The shaman's eyes are a mixture of horror and sadness, and he casts down his staff and yells out to the mountain and the heavens, "Why! Why would you do this to your peo --" He is cut short as a boulder crashes onto the site, crushing the stone platform and presumably anyone standing upon it.
Far above, you see the eyes give the briefest impression of confusion, and then they fade into the rock again as the villagers flee from its shadow.
The vision comes to a complete close, and you find yourself back in reality again.
>rub my rubble
You rub the dark grey rubble, and a deep thrumming sound like boulders rolling together echoes in your mind -- the sensation begins to cause your whole hand to shake, until it fades away like a mere echo on the winds of time.
Cannel runs his hands across the dark grey rubble and a deep, thrumming echo rolls outward from it before fading away.
talisman:
>;dsing
--- Lich: dsing active.
[dsing]>loresing talisman that I have in my hand; tell me your value in this land
[dsing]>loresing talisman that I found out there in the cold; tell me your purpose before we get old
You sing soulfully:
"Talisman that I have in my hand
tell me your value in this land"
As you weave your melody precisely around the pale ivory talisman, a faint and unexplained draft of air gently caresses your forehead. A tingling sensation races across your mind and you get a feeling that the pale ivory talisman is quite old. As the sensation creeps down your spine and toward your fingers, you find yourself wrapped in a vision that is not your own...
You watch transfixed as the morning sun dawns on the place you now call home -- it has been a long time travelling, but now you can find peace and a life among these giant peaks. You lean up from the thick blanket you slept upon and survey the ranks of your people, their sleeping, prone forms stretching on for quite a while on the ledge of these huge mountains. They'd endured so much hardship, and now they can finally rest, as well.
As the satisfied and undeniably joyful feeling swells, you find yourself back in reality, the last few of your hairs stirring from the errant current of wind.
Roundtime: 9 sec.
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...wait 9 seconds.
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[dsing]>loresing talisman that I met in a dark scary bar; tell me your story and you might go far
You sing soulfully:
"Talisman that I met in a dark scary bar
tell me your story and you might go far"
The familiar prickling sensation forms upon your skin as your song's power encompasses the talisman, and you find yourself looking through the eyes of another...
The building goes well -- there is plenty of thatch and other materials in the lush green valleys below. And such a beautiful place to behold on those mornings, the mountains rising like the spine of some great scaled beast. For the first time in what seems like ages, you see happiness in the faces of your people. Grabbing up a huge bundle of wood, you make your way with the others back to the village. Tonight will be special, you think to yourself. The elders have felt good enough to head up to the ledge and tell their fantastic stories, the same stories you listened to when you were but a boy. You smile again to yourself, knowing that they'll grow up without anymore troubles. Grunting slightly as you start up the steep path toward the massive, flat rock, you gaze up at the slowly sinking sun over the horizon...
The vision comes to a close the deep sense of satisfaction lingering in your mind.
Roundtime: 11 sec.
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[dsing]>loresing talisman that causes my teardrops to fall; Tell me your magic for the good of us all
You sing soulfully:
"Talisman that causes my teardrops to fall
Tell me your magic for the good of us all"
You slip into the visions of the pale ivory talisman as easily as you might don a garment, and you inhale the cool evening air of the mountains...
The ledge is crowded with the people of the village, eager to once again hear the wild tales of the elders. The fire crackles with bright oranges and rich crimsons, matching the mellow hues of the slowly setting sun. Several of the children laugh, and you can't help but grin as one of the elders dons a mask and does a rather comical impression of a mythical beast he claims to have once fought. Oddly, you find yourself slowly gazing up at the sky as an errant current of wind brushes against the nape of your neck -- the senses that you've honed as a hunter and a leader are whispering to you -- something feels *different*. But the tales go on, the laughter of your people fading off into the background as you search among the orange-hued clouds and the dimming sky...
Strong currents of wind suddenly pick up from nowhere, swirling around the ledge with an almost unnatural intensity. The stories halt as the bonfire simply dies out under the barrage. Terrified eyes look up in panic to the source of the disturbance, but you remain calm, focused...
The vision melts away like the sputtering wax of a candle, but the feeling of anxious tension still lingers.
Roundtime: 11 sec.
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[dsing]>loresing talisman that was born in a den of iniquity; Honor us all and tell of your ability
You sing soulfully:
"Talisman that was born in a den of iniquity
Honor us all and tell of your ability"
You find yourself back again at the ledge, amid the panicked cries and the confusion. But you are as cold and hard as the edge of a knife's blade, and you watch, for you know that *something* is out there. And it appears...
The air itself sparks to life, motes of twinkling light wrapped in the wisps of the very sky drift by -- you can hear them singing in their high, unwavering tones of unspoiled, pure beauty. And then, cloaked in the mist of pristine clouds you see her -- a woman of serene grace, her hair flowing endlessly behind her into the waning light of the sun. Her face is a mask of ethereal beauty, and the contours of her body disappear into the invisible currents of the air above you. The lights in the air swirl and dance around her, singing in tones that cause the wind to shimmer with color. The screams and confusion have died down to nothing, now, as everyone watches, completely entranced by the otherworldly scene unfolding before your eyes.
The vision slowly fades away like the wisp of a dream.
Roundtime: 11 sec.
>
[dsing]>loresing talisman our time here has been lots of fun; Tell me your power and then we'll be done.
You sing soulfully:
"Talisman our time here has been lots of fun
Tell me your power and then we'll be done."
Your eyes drift shut as you fall into the memories of the pale ivory talisman...
You stand up, walking to the edge of the ledge, to where the lights and what surely must be a goddess are now drawing close to. You raise up your arms, and suddenly the woman stops, as if she had suddenly taken notice of you. You gaze up into the now darkening sky, up at the woman's face. Her eyes are like starlight, twinkling and staring at and into your very being, her skin swirling as a mist over ivory. For but a moment she studies you, and you watch, completely enthralled by her gaze. The edges of her thin mouth draw up into a smile, and with a fluid movement of her arms, she twirls gracefully up into the now night sky and disappears from view, leaving only the stars, the moons and the echoes of the light's song to wash over the ledge.
You turn slowly around, fearing that if you move too fast that the euphoria flooding your mind and the memory will fade away like a dream. The people -- your people are kneeling, watching the sky with pleading eyes. You turn your head up toward the heavens once more and smile. You speak with the confidence of a man who has embraced his own destiny, "We will never need fear again. The Watcher is with us."
The vision comes to a close as the people begin to murmur, "The Watcher... The Watcher..."
Roundtime: 12 sec.
>rub my talis
You trace your fingers around the gentle currents of silver flowing across the surface of your pale ivory talisman, and a gentle wisp of air brushes past your face.
Cannel traces his fingers around the gentle currents of silver flowing across the surace of his pale ivory talisman, and a gentle wisp of air brushes past his face.
shard:
;dsing
--- Lich: dsing active.
[dsing]>loresing shard that I have in my hand; tell me your value in this land
You sing soulfully:
"Shard that I have in my hand
tell me your value in this land"
A slight warmth spreads across the obsidian shard as your song unfolds, and you find yourself gazing at its dark surface, transfixed by the warped patterns of light flickering across it. You find yourself lost in its black depths, until you claw your way back to some semblance of normality, and find that your vision is not your own...
The air is naught but fire, everything for miles and untold miles is an endless inferno, a world set ablaze, raging on and on until eternity itself ends. You move through this world, of which you are so undeniably connected to in every fashion, and blissfully give in to the burning rage, wavering with millions upon millions of your brethren, hearing their screams of joy as they consume and reform in the inferno. Time has no meaning, just the blaze and the roar of the heat as it reforms again and again...
The echo of the inferno resounds ceaselessly in your head until the vision comes to a close.
Roundtime: 8 sec.
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[dsing]>loresing shard that I found out there in the cold; tell me your purpose before we get old
You sing soulfully:
"Shard that I found out there in the cold
tell me your purpose before we get old"
Your song once again thrusts you into the eyes of another, into the crimson flames of the endless inferno...
You feel yourself being pulled away from what is your entire world, your entire life and the meaning of your existence. Carelessly you float, knowing that you must flow to the whims of something greater... and find yourself in a place far, far different than you have ever known. Lava bubbles around you, and you turn your head to gaze up at an alien sky -- blue, dotted with puffs of white through the red haze of the volcano's rim. Crimson tendrils of magic creep along the far wall as others of your kin drift from the world of the inferno and into this place... a place whose *flow* you can feel, as well. You shift and crackle in the lava's embrace, and know that you must now flow with the currents of fire in this world...
The scent of sulphur lingers in your nose as the vision comes to an end.
Roundtime: 11 sec.
>
* Allanano just bit the dust!
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[dsing]>loresing shard that I met in a dark scary bar; tell me your story and you might go far
You sing soulfully:
"Shard that I met in a dark scary bar
tell me your story and you might go far"
The familiar warmth spreads across your body, but surprisingly, it does not emanate from the shard, but rather, inside yourself...
And then your vision snaps back to the red haze of the volcano's interior, and you instinctively feel that quite a bit of time has passed since your last experience. You flow like quicksilver through the veins of lava, burning with the full fury of fire and causing the melted rock around you to bubble and hiss in acknowledgement of your presence. You feel connected to everything of the surrounding area, your eyes are everywhere that the heat of the volcano is, and you watch from the rim of the massive, rocky cone as the creatures of flesh come in droves, settling and tearing and despoiling the land for a reason unknown to you. It had been like this for only a short time -- they had arrived unnoticed, and then they were simply there, as if they had been all along. But something was not inherently right with them, in your view, they did not *flow* with the rest of the world, you could not glimpse their will as you could glimpse the will of the surroundings. They were different. They were something that should not be here, shaping the world to their liking rather than flow with it.
A sense of fury burns within you for an instant, but reality snaps back into view as the vision comes to a close.
Roundtime: 10 sec.
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[dsing]>loresing shard that causes my teardrops to fall; Tell me your magic for the good of us all
You sing soulfully:
"Shard that causes my teardrops to fall
Tell me your magic for the good of us all"
You find yourself atop the rim of a smoking volcano, your eyes not your own, and your fury growing as you gaze across the island...
As you the flesh-beings, your fury grows to new heights, your flame burning higher and higher until you feel *everything* around you begin to burn with the same passionate resonance. You feel... connected, utterly connected, to the land and to everything around you, while the power that surges through you is immense and is so thoroughly reminiscent of the eternal inferno of where your existence began. You now know that the others of your kin will follow your lead, will heed your call when you give it, for you are the truest embodiment of flame upon this island. You are Avregol.
The brightness of your flame flares higher and higher, and the ground rumbles as your ascent to power is complete. The blinding light fades gradually to the light of reality as the vision draws to a close.
Roundtime: 11 sec.
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[dsing]>loresing shard that was born in a den of iniquity; Honor us all and tell of your ability
You sing soulfully:
"Shard that was born in a den of iniquity
Honor us all and tell of your ability"
You feel yourself being drawn into the depths of the shard...
The robes of fire trail about your feet as you form back into a figure like that of the creatures of flesh. You find that it makes them more prone to stay away from the volcano. But your efforts have not gone well, there simply is not enough power here to drive them completely off the island, and they stay where fire's touch is not so absolute as the volcano. A tremor rocks the area, but you pay it no heed as the ceiling of obsidian cracks and crumbles as it has done so many times before.
The sharp *TINK* of something far more delicate falls upon the floor, and you feel a tingle in your awareness, as if something so subtle has changed in the environment that only your powers could notice it.
Your eyes focus upon the small shard before everything blurs, and you find yourself in reality once again.
Roundtime: 11 sec.
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[dsing]>loresing shard our time here has been lots of fun; Tell me your power and then we'll be done.
You sing soulfully:
"Shard our time here has been lots of fun
Tell me your power and then we'll be done."
As your vision is overtaken by the memories of the shard, you find yourself staring at a faceted jewel...
A tendril of fire snakes out and caresses the small, crimson gem dislodged, and immediately a spark alights in its very core as it begins to grow in size. You reach toward the fiery gem, and feel the ancient power of its presence as it awakens again. Holding it high above your head, you realize that now the beings of flesh will be driven from your island, that everything in the island will be as ash upon the wind, fuel for the intense burning flame that you now hold in your hands. It whispers in the language of the elements and speaks its name to you, "Fier'Dracus -- The Flame That Never Dies." The air blurs as the intensity of your flame burns with unparalleled fury, causing the obsidian around you to melt away and drip down as if it were candle wax...
The vision fades away as you hear the flames roar ceaselessly in your head.
Roundtime: 11 sec.
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--- Lich: dsing has exited.
rub my shard
You rub the surface of the obsidian shard, and it begins to glow with a deep crimson fire -- as if a spark from its past had been ignited. Just as you think the unnatural warmness building in it will threaten to burn you, it dulls back to its normal black hue.
Cannel rubs the surface of his obsidian shard, causing it to glow with a pulsating crimson hue that builds in lurid waves like a blazing inferno. Just as it seem like it might melt from the intensity, it dulls back to its normal black shade.
Rubble MB: 500k CB:
Talisman MB: 500k CB:
Shard MB: 500k CB:
>read my ches
A small brass plaque on the front of the chest reads, "The Greater Elementals."
>look in my ches
>
In the black mithril chest:
jewelry (1): silver-chased pale ivory talisman.
other (2): piece of dark grey rubble, half-melted obsidian shard.
rubble:
>;dsing
--- Lich: dsing active.
[dsing]>loresing rubble that I have in my hand; tell me your value in this land
You sing soulfully:
"Rubble that I have in my hand
tell me your value in this land"
You find yourself drawn to the surface of the rubble, its mottled grey pattern and streaks of black a curiosity. You become lost in the haze of grey stone as if it was your entire world. And you realize, just as you slip into its memories... that it is.
You soar among the highest clouds, transfixed as you watch the landscape unfold below you. You spy the form of a village underneath the shadow of a great mountain, its spire taller than the other peaks surrounding it. Your vision centers upon a great stone platform upon the grassy valley, to where a man garbed in black hide robes stands before a semi-circle of villagers. The massive mountain looms just behind him as he speaks.
The vision slowly fades away as the people watch the man, enthralled by his words.
Roundtime: 8 sec.
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[dsing]>loresing rubble that I found out there in the cold; tell me your purpose before we get old
You sing soulfully:
"Rubble that I found out there in the cold
tell me your purpose before we get old"
>
[dsing]>loresing rubble that I met in a dark scary bar; tell me your story and you might go far
You sing soulfully:
"Rubble that I met in a dark scary bar
tell me your story and you might go far"
You're plunged back into the depths of the rubble, where the shaman speaks to his people...
"The time of great prosperity is upon us, for soon the Earthen Father will awaken, as foretold by my grandfather's father and his father before him!"
The people murmur appreciatively and hopeful smiles blossom on their faces.
"We must honor the Earthen Father, for he watches over us all," The shaman gestures toward the massive mountain. A slight tremor passes through the ground, and you watch as the shaman goes wide-eyed.
Startled gasps echo around the area as your vision pulls up toward the mountain. You hear a faint cry of, "Do not be afraid, it is the Earthen Father! It is him!"
As your field of vision readjusts, you see the spire of the mountain - and two very large, unblinking eyes peering down in an almost curious fashion at the village below. Darkness overcomes your mind's eye as you're returned to the normal world...
Roundtime: 11 sec.
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[dsing]>loresing rubble that causes my teardrops to fall; Tell me your magic for the good of us all
You sing soulfully:
"Rubble that causes my teardrops to fall
Tell me your magic for the good of us all"
As your vision returns to the tiny village beneath, you hear the familiar voice of the shaman upon the wind...
"You see, you see? He is here, watching us!" The man's smile is near maddening in its intensity, and there are a few less people in the semi-circle than you first remembered. "The time of the prophecy is upon us! We will see such great prosperity, prosperity not known for hundreds upon hundreds of years!"
The people all fall to their knees and bow, reassured by their spiritual leader's words. In the background, you see other people quietly going about their lives, apparently oblivious to the strange goings-on. Far above, the eyes swivel slowly back and forth, the expression unchanging as they quietly observe. You feel a faint rumbling in the ground, shifting in its intensity like a soft laughter. The rumblings increase in pitch, and you watch as the ring of people's confidence begin to waver. The shaman turns toward the mountain as the people begin to murmur worriedly, and says, "Do you not hear?! The Earthen Father, he is joyful and laughing, laughing with joy for his people!"
Rocks begin to tumble down the mountain as the vision comes to a close...
Roundtime: 11 sec.
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[dsing]>loresing rubble that was born in a den of iniquity; Honor us all and tell of your ability
You sing soulfully:
"Rubble that was born in a den of iniquity
Honor us all and tell of your ability"
You feel yourself being drawn into the depths of the rubble...
The rumblings in the surroundings increase, and the ground shudders and heaves from the tremors. You see the shaman raising his arms in supplication toward the mountain, his eyes bright with unwavering dedication and pure bliss as he watches what he's devoted his life to come alive before him.
Behind him, the people murmur hurried prayers, their faith obviously teetering as the shaking becomes increasingly violent.
High above on the mountain peaks, boulders begin to quiver from their ancient resting places, unknowingly worked free by the ever-stronger tremors. They tumble down the slopes, toward the little village of wood and thatch. Seconds seem like days as the first boulder crashes into one hut, then another, and another. The screams of terrified people fill your ears as the rumbles slowly decrease in their intensity.
The shaman's eyes are a mixture of horror and sadness, and he casts down his staff and yells out to the mountain and the heavens, "Why! Why would you do this to your peo --" He is cut short as a boulder crashes onto the site, crushing the stone platform and presumably anyone standing upon it.
Far above, you see the eyes give the briefest impression of confusion, and then they fade into the rock again as the villagers flee from its shadow.
The vision comes to a complete close, and you find yourself back in reality again.
>rub my rubble
You rub the dark grey rubble, and a deep thrumming sound like boulders rolling together echoes in your mind -- the sensation begins to cause your whole hand to shake, until it fades away like a mere echo on the winds of time.
Cannel runs his hands across the dark grey rubble and a deep, thrumming echo rolls outward from it before fading away.
talisman:
>;dsing
--- Lich: dsing active.
[dsing]>loresing talisman that I have in my hand; tell me your value in this land
[dsing]>loresing talisman that I found out there in the cold; tell me your purpose before we get old
You sing soulfully:
"Talisman that I have in my hand
tell me your value in this land"
As you weave your melody precisely around the pale ivory talisman, a faint and unexplained draft of air gently caresses your forehead. A tingling sensation races across your mind and you get a feeling that the pale ivory talisman is quite old. As the sensation creeps down your spine and toward your fingers, you find yourself wrapped in a vision that is not your own...
You watch transfixed as the morning sun dawns on the place you now call home -- it has been a long time travelling, but now you can find peace and a life among these giant peaks. You lean up from the thick blanket you slept upon and survey the ranks of your people, their sleeping, prone forms stretching on for quite a while on the ledge of these huge mountains. They'd endured so much hardship, and now they can finally rest, as well.
As the satisfied and undeniably joyful feeling swells, you find yourself back in reality, the last few of your hairs stirring from the errant current of wind.
Roundtime: 9 sec.
>
...wait 9 seconds.
>
[dsing]>loresing talisman that I met in a dark scary bar; tell me your story and you might go far
You sing soulfully:
"Talisman that I met in a dark scary bar
tell me your story and you might go far"
The familiar prickling sensation forms upon your skin as your song's power encompasses the talisman, and you find yourself looking through the eyes of another...
The building goes well -- there is plenty of thatch and other materials in the lush green valleys below. And such a beautiful place to behold on those mornings, the mountains rising like the spine of some great scaled beast. For the first time in what seems like ages, you see happiness in the faces of your people. Grabbing up a huge bundle of wood, you make your way with the others back to the village. Tonight will be special, you think to yourself. The elders have felt good enough to head up to the ledge and tell their fantastic stories, the same stories you listened to when you were but a boy. You smile again to yourself, knowing that they'll grow up without anymore troubles. Grunting slightly as you start up the steep path toward the massive, flat rock, you gaze up at the slowly sinking sun over the horizon...
The vision comes to a close the deep sense of satisfaction lingering in your mind.
Roundtime: 11 sec.
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[dsing]>loresing talisman that causes my teardrops to fall; Tell me your magic for the good of us all
You sing soulfully:
"Talisman that causes my teardrops to fall
Tell me your magic for the good of us all"
You slip into the visions of the pale ivory talisman as easily as you might don a garment, and you inhale the cool evening air of the mountains...
The ledge is crowded with the people of the village, eager to once again hear the wild tales of the elders. The fire crackles with bright oranges and rich crimsons, matching the mellow hues of the slowly setting sun. Several of the children laugh, and you can't help but grin as one of the elders dons a mask and does a rather comical impression of a mythical beast he claims to have once fought. Oddly, you find yourself slowly gazing up at the sky as an errant current of wind brushes against the nape of your neck -- the senses that you've honed as a hunter and a leader are whispering to you -- something feels *different*. But the tales go on, the laughter of your people fading off into the background as you search among the orange-hued clouds and the dimming sky...
Strong currents of wind suddenly pick up from nowhere, swirling around the ledge with an almost unnatural intensity. The stories halt as the bonfire simply dies out under the barrage. Terrified eyes look up in panic to the source of the disturbance, but you remain calm, focused...
The vision melts away like the sputtering wax of a candle, but the feeling of anxious tension still lingers.
Roundtime: 11 sec.
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[dsing]>loresing talisman that was born in a den of iniquity; Honor us all and tell of your ability
You sing soulfully:
"Talisman that was born in a den of iniquity
Honor us all and tell of your ability"
You find yourself back again at the ledge, amid the panicked cries and the confusion. But you are as cold and hard as the edge of a knife's blade, and you watch, for you know that *something* is out there. And it appears...
The air itself sparks to life, motes of twinkling light wrapped in the wisps of the very sky drift by -- you can hear them singing in their high, unwavering tones of unspoiled, pure beauty. And then, cloaked in the mist of pristine clouds you see her -- a woman of serene grace, her hair flowing endlessly behind her into the waning light of the sun. Her face is a mask of ethereal beauty, and the contours of her body disappear into the invisible currents of the air above you. The lights in the air swirl and dance around her, singing in tones that cause the wind to shimmer with color. The screams and confusion have died down to nothing, now, as everyone watches, completely entranced by the otherworldly scene unfolding before your eyes.
The vision slowly fades away like the wisp of a dream.
Roundtime: 11 sec.
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[dsing]>loresing talisman our time here has been lots of fun; Tell me your power and then we'll be done.
You sing soulfully:
"Talisman our time here has been lots of fun
Tell me your power and then we'll be done."
Your eyes drift shut as you fall into the memories of the pale ivory talisman...
You stand up, walking to the edge of the ledge, to where the lights and what surely must be a goddess are now drawing close to. You raise up your arms, and suddenly the woman stops, as if she had suddenly taken notice of you. You gaze up into the now darkening sky, up at the woman's face. Her eyes are like starlight, twinkling and staring at and into your very being, her skin swirling as a mist over ivory. For but a moment she studies you, and you watch, completely enthralled by her gaze. The edges of her thin mouth draw up into a smile, and with a fluid movement of her arms, she twirls gracefully up into the now night sky and disappears from view, leaving only the stars, the moons and the echoes of the light's song to wash over the ledge.
You turn slowly around, fearing that if you move too fast that the euphoria flooding your mind and the memory will fade away like a dream. The people -- your people are kneeling, watching the sky with pleading eyes. You turn your head up toward the heavens once more and smile. You speak with the confidence of a man who has embraced his own destiny, "We will never need fear again. The Watcher is with us."
The vision comes to a close as the people begin to murmur, "The Watcher... The Watcher..."
Roundtime: 12 sec.
>rub my talis
You trace your fingers around the gentle currents of silver flowing across the surface of your pale ivory talisman, and a gentle wisp of air brushes past your face.
Cannel traces his fingers around the gentle currents of silver flowing across the surace of his pale ivory talisman, and a gentle wisp of air brushes past his face.
shard:
;dsing
--- Lich: dsing active.
[dsing]>loresing shard that I have in my hand; tell me your value in this land
You sing soulfully:
"Shard that I have in my hand
tell me your value in this land"
A slight warmth spreads across the obsidian shard as your song unfolds, and you find yourself gazing at its dark surface, transfixed by the warped patterns of light flickering across it. You find yourself lost in its black depths, until you claw your way back to some semblance of normality, and find that your vision is not your own...
The air is naught but fire, everything for miles and untold miles is an endless inferno, a world set ablaze, raging on and on until eternity itself ends. You move through this world, of which you are so undeniably connected to in every fashion, and blissfully give in to the burning rage, wavering with millions upon millions of your brethren, hearing their screams of joy as they consume and reform in the inferno. Time has no meaning, just the blaze and the roar of the heat as it reforms again and again...
The echo of the inferno resounds ceaselessly in your head until the vision comes to a close.
Roundtime: 8 sec.
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[dsing]>loresing shard that I found out there in the cold; tell me your purpose before we get old
You sing soulfully:
"Shard that I found out there in the cold
tell me your purpose before we get old"
Your song once again thrusts you into the eyes of another, into the crimson flames of the endless inferno...
You feel yourself being pulled away from what is your entire world, your entire life and the meaning of your existence. Carelessly you float, knowing that you must flow to the whims of something greater... and find yourself in a place far, far different than you have ever known. Lava bubbles around you, and you turn your head to gaze up at an alien sky -- blue, dotted with puffs of white through the red haze of the volcano's rim. Crimson tendrils of magic creep along the far wall as others of your kin drift from the world of the inferno and into this place... a place whose *flow* you can feel, as well. You shift and crackle in the lava's embrace, and know that you must now flow with the currents of fire in this world...
The scent of sulphur lingers in your nose as the vision comes to an end.
Roundtime: 11 sec.
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* Allanano just bit the dust!
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[dsing]>loresing shard that I met in a dark scary bar; tell me your story and you might go far
You sing soulfully:
"Shard that I met in a dark scary bar
tell me your story and you might go far"
The familiar warmth spreads across your body, but surprisingly, it does not emanate from the shard, but rather, inside yourself...
And then your vision snaps back to the red haze of the volcano's interior, and you instinctively feel that quite a bit of time has passed since your last experience. You flow like quicksilver through the veins of lava, burning with the full fury of fire and causing the melted rock around you to bubble and hiss in acknowledgement of your presence. You feel connected to everything of the surrounding area, your eyes are everywhere that the heat of the volcano is, and you watch from the rim of the massive, rocky cone as the creatures of flesh come in droves, settling and tearing and despoiling the land for a reason unknown to you. It had been like this for only a short time -- they had arrived unnoticed, and then they were simply there, as if they had been all along. But something was not inherently right with them, in your view, they did not *flow* with the rest of the world, you could not glimpse their will as you could glimpse the will of the surroundings. They were different. They were something that should not be here, shaping the world to their liking rather than flow with it.
A sense of fury burns within you for an instant, but reality snaps back into view as the vision comes to a close.
Roundtime: 10 sec.
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[dsing]>loresing shard that causes my teardrops to fall; Tell me your magic for the good of us all
You sing soulfully:
"Shard that causes my teardrops to fall
Tell me your magic for the good of us all"
You find yourself atop the rim of a smoking volcano, your eyes not your own, and your fury growing as you gaze across the island...
As you the flesh-beings, your fury grows to new heights, your flame burning higher and higher until you feel *everything* around you begin to burn with the same passionate resonance. You feel... connected, utterly connected, to the land and to everything around you, while the power that surges through you is immense and is so thoroughly reminiscent of the eternal inferno of where your existence began. You now know that the others of your kin will follow your lead, will heed your call when you give it, for you are the truest embodiment of flame upon this island. You are Avregol.
The brightness of your flame flares higher and higher, and the ground rumbles as your ascent to power is complete. The blinding light fades gradually to the light of reality as the vision draws to a close.
Roundtime: 11 sec.
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[dsing]>loresing shard that was born in a den of iniquity; Honor us all and tell of your ability
You sing soulfully:
"Shard that was born in a den of iniquity
Honor us all and tell of your ability"
You feel yourself being drawn into the depths of the shard...
The robes of fire trail about your feet as you form back into a figure like that of the creatures of flesh. You find that it makes them more prone to stay away from the volcano. But your efforts have not gone well, there simply is not enough power here to drive them completely off the island, and they stay where fire's touch is not so absolute as the volcano. A tremor rocks the area, but you pay it no heed as the ceiling of obsidian cracks and crumbles as it has done so many times before.
The sharp *TINK* of something far more delicate falls upon the floor, and you feel a tingle in your awareness, as if something so subtle has changed in the environment that only your powers could notice it.
Your eyes focus upon the small shard before everything blurs, and you find yourself in reality once again.
Roundtime: 11 sec.
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[dsing]>loresing shard our time here has been lots of fun; Tell me your power and then we'll be done.
You sing soulfully:
"Shard our time here has been lots of fun
Tell me your power and then we'll be done."
As your vision is overtaken by the memories of the shard, you find yourself staring at a faceted jewel...
A tendril of fire snakes out and caresses the small, crimson gem dislodged, and immediately a spark alights in its very core as it begins to grow in size. You reach toward the fiery gem, and feel the ancient power of its presence as it awakens again. Holding it high above your head, you realize that now the beings of flesh will be driven from your island, that everything in the island will be as ash upon the wind, fuel for the intense burning flame that you now hold in your hands. It whispers in the language of the elements and speaks its name to you, "Fier'Dracus -- The Flame That Never Dies." The air blurs as the intensity of your flame burns with unparalleled fury, causing the obsidian around you to melt away and drip down as if it were candle wax...
The vision fades away as you hear the flames roar ceaselessly in your head.
Roundtime: 11 sec.
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--- Lich: dsing has exited.
rub my shard
You rub the surface of the obsidian shard, and it begins to glow with a deep crimson fire -- as if a spark from its past had been ignited. Just as you think the unnatural warmness building in it will threaten to burn you, it dulls back to its normal black hue.
Cannel rubs the surface of his obsidian shard, causing it to glow with a pulsating crimson hue that builds in lurid waves like a blazing inferno. Just as it seem like it might melt from the intensity, it dulls back to its normal black shade.
Rubble MB: 500k CB:
Talisman MB: 500k CB:
Shard MB: 500k CB: