Wharde
11-18-2011, 07:32 AM
an alum-traced red cedar crumhorn
MB 30k
CB 100k Suppressed Poet - sold
Loresong:
As you sing to the crumhorn, your melody evokes various impressions from the red cedar. The smell of bacon grease drifts past, and the image of a dingy dock forms briefly before your eyes. On the dock, you observe a clumsy human woman gesturing mystically over her red cedar crumhorn. The fragile vision dissolves almost as quickly as it came.
Your magical song delves into the nature of the crumhorn, evoking the image of a flabby giantman woman. The woman is surrounded by an aura of power and wears an ancient chain hauberk. Frightened deer leap swiftly away as the giantman woman purchases the red cedar crumhorn from the same human woman that you observed before. The sound of the heavy purr of a leopard surrounds you as the image fades away.
Harmonies echo from the heart of your crumhorn, and those harmonies swell around you, guiding you into a vision. You see a shadowy armory, and the giantman woman sits in the armory playing the red cedar crumhorn. A party of storytellers listens, responding to the reproach evident in the journeyman-rate music. The vision ends as you finish your verse.
The resonances of the red cedar crumhorn flow over you as sensory impressions. You hear metal ringing off glass and smell mildew before the magic of your loresong draws you into a vision. A black-eyed halfling woman stands beside the body of the giantman woman. An alum-traced red cedar crumhorn rests beside the giantman woman, plainly intended to accompany her into death just as in life. The image dissolves away.
MB 30k
CB 100k Suppressed Poet - sold
Loresong:
As you sing to the crumhorn, your melody evokes various impressions from the red cedar. The smell of bacon grease drifts past, and the image of a dingy dock forms briefly before your eyes. On the dock, you observe a clumsy human woman gesturing mystically over her red cedar crumhorn. The fragile vision dissolves almost as quickly as it came.
Your magical song delves into the nature of the crumhorn, evoking the image of a flabby giantman woman. The woman is surrounded by an aura of power and wears an ancient chain hauberk. Frightened deer leap swiftly away as the giantman woman purchases the red cedar crumhorn from the same human woman that you observed before. The sound of the heavy purr of a leopard surrounds you as the image fades away.
Harmonies echo from the heart of your crumhorn, and those harmonies swell around you, guiding you into a vision. You see a shadowy armory, and the giantman woman sits in the armory playing the red cedar crumhorn. A party of storytellers listens, responding to the reproach evident in the journeyman-rate music. The vision ends as you finish your verse.
The resonances of the red cedar crumhorn flow over you as sensory impressions. You hear metal ringing off glass and smell mildew before the magic of your loresong draws you into a vision. A black-eyed halfling woman stands beside the body of the giantman woman. An alum-traced red cedar crumhorn rests beside the giantman woman, plainly intended to accompany her into death just as in life. The image dissolves away.