chrenraf
04-21-2012, 04:01 PM
My Paladin is going OHE so I won't be needing this.
general info:
a cruelly barbed black ora flail with acid-burned jackal hide wrapped about the haft.
two handed, 5x, shadow flares, cursed, plus to mana regen and wisdom, minus to spirit regen.
show:You glance at your a cruelly barbed black ora flail with acid-burned jackal hide wrapped about the haft. The black ora flail is shrouded in swirling shadows from top to bottom and no amount of light seems to be able to penetrate the gloom.
read flail:
in the common language it reads:
Nightmare
pawnshop value:You ask the pawnbroker to appraise a cruelly barbed black ora flail with acid-burned jackal hide wrapped about the haft.
The pawnbroker's eyes grow dark as he speaks to you in a hushed tone, "Take yourself and your evil flail away from my sight!"
loresong:
Your vision clouds over and a scene unfolds before you. The image of a scarred dwarf in leathers laboring deep in a dark, dank mine, grunting as he extracts precious black ora ore. Orcs goblins, and other slaves load the precious ore and push the cart towards a towering smelter. An oversized troll cracks a weighted scourge as the miners pass, tearing skin, leather and fur with equal ease. Most of the miners are criss-crossed with scars and most have fresh, bloody weals.
You can see the dwarf laboring over a hot iron forge. He mops his brow continually as he pumps the bellows then returns to the anvil, coaxing a weapon from the white-hot black. Soon, the ora takes the form of the business part of the black ora flail. He plunges it into a barrel of softly smoking oil, then another of a strange glowing substance, and then finally into a barrel of congealed blood. He cackles madly as a shadow slowly takes form around it which soon twines around his hand.
scripts:
wave: As you wave the black ora flail in the air, the shadows swirl off the black ora flail obscuring you from view momentarily. A sibilant hiss is heard from within the gloom.
raise:As you raise your black ora flail, the shadows swirl upward and race off of it and ascend high above, darkening the sky. After a moment, they recede and return to the flail which flickers with pulses of greenish-black essence.
clutch: You clutch your black ora flail, your palms sweating with fear.
poke: You run a finger down the shadows enveloping your flail. The shadows writhe and surround your hand momentarily in a fiercely cold embrace, then recede to surround the flail.
touch: You touch the black ora flail cautiously. The shadows swirl around your hand, caressing it.
autoscripts:
1. A soft keening eminates from within your black ora flail, filling you with a sense of confidence.
2. The black ora flail pulses in your hand, as if seeking something.
3. The shadows swirl around your black ora flail.
4. The shadows surrounding your hand begins darken and contricts savagely!
Your hand swells and turns purple, then explodes in a shower of blood!
... 15 points of damage!
Oozing sores appear on your right hand.
5. The shadows surrounding your black ora flail pulse swirl up and divide. The twin columns of shadow dart to and fro, then twist around each other before coming to wrap around the flail.
6. You jump suddenly and glance behind you.
7. Your black ora flail suddenly pulses, causing the area to be overcome with shadows. After a brief duration, the shadows begin to recede to the light and your vision returns.
8. The shadow twisting around your black ora flail extends forth a bit and sniffs around.
9. You give a sudden start and look suspiciously at your black ora flail.
10. Your black ora flail pulls at your hand, as if yearning for the blood of Qistra.
11. The shadows surrounding your black ora flail writhe and twist.
12. The shadow twisting around your flail spins off and encircles you and begins to constrict, before blowing away into a lurid smoke.
13. For no apparent reason, you roll around on the floor, staring banefully at your black ora flail.
14. The black ora flail in your hand pulses as waves of evil emanate from it.
Roundtime 30 sec.
15. For no apparent reason, you dive forward and hit the floor, covering the black ora flail with your body.
16. Your black ora flail whispers softly to you in an unknown tongue and you feel a strong tug from deep within your chest.
17. Waves of revulsion pour from your black ora flail and you stare at it.
18. A wave of nausea washes over you as your flail attempts to writhe free of your grasp.
19. Bolts of greenish-black lightning spark from the shadow twisting around your black ora flail.
20. You feel your black ora flail pull at your hand, as if trying to escape.
21. A tendril of shadow from your black ora flail floats to the ground, and then goes darting around the ground, with a trail of lurid greenish-black smoke behind it.
22. A low moaning wail emenantes from your black ora flail.
23. Your black ora flail shimmers momentarily and a questing tendril of darkness surges up your arm and then behind you. An impossibly cold shiver dances across the back of your neck making your hair stand on end.
24. A faint swirl of green haze rises off your black ora flail in sinuous curls bearing a lingering scent of decay.
25. You notice Stunseed glance at your black ora flail, their eyes gleaming with desire. You tighten your grip and Stunseed suddenly backs away.
26. The shadows surrounding your black ora flail swirl around aimlessly.
MB 16M BO 25M
general info:
a cruelly barbed black ora flail with acid-burned jackal hide wrapped about the haft.
two handed, 5x, shadow flares, cursed, plus to mana regen and wisdom, minus to spirit regen.
show:You glance at your a cruelly barbed black ora flail with acid-burned jackal hide wrapped about the haft. The black ora flail is shrouded in swirling shadows from top to bottom and no amount of light seems to be able to penetrate the gloom.
read flail:
in the common language it reads:
Nightmare
pawnshop value:You ask the pawnbroker to appraise a cruelly barbed black ora flail with acid-burned jackal hide wrapped about the haft.
The pawnbroker's eyes grow dark as he speaks to you in a hushed tone, "Take yourself and your evil flail away from my sight!"
loresong:
Your vision clouds over and a scene unfolds before you. The image of a scarred dwarf in leathers laboring deep in a dark, dank mine, grunting as he extracts precious black ora ore. Orcs goblins, and other slaves load the precious ore and push the cart towards a towering smelter. An oversized troll cracks a weighted scourge as the miners pass, tearing skin, leather and fur with equal ease. Most of the miners are criss-crossed with scars and most have fresh, bloody weals.
You can see the dwarf laboring over a hot iron forge. He mops his brow continually as he pumps the bellows then returns to the anvil, coaxing a weapon from the white-hot black. Soon, the ora takes the form of the business part of the black ora flail. He plunges it into a barrel of softly smoking oil, then another of a strange glowing substance, and then finally into a barrel of congealed blood. He cackles madly as a shadow slowly takes form around it which soon twines around his hand.
scripts:
wave: As you wave the black ora flail in the air, the shadows swirl off the black ora flail obscuring you from view momentarily. A sibilant hiss is heard from within the gloom.
raise:As you raise your black ora flail, the shadows swirl upward and race off of it and ascend high above, darkening the sky. After a moment, they recede and return to the flail which flickers with pulses of greenish-black essence.
clutch: You clutch your black ora flail, your palms sweating with fear.
poke: You run a finger down the shadows enveloping your flail. The shadows writhe and surround your hand momentarily in a fiercely cold embrace, then recede to surround the flail.
touch: You touch the black ora flail cautiously. The shadows swirl around your hand, caressing it.
autoscripts:
1. A soft keening eminates from within your black ora flail, filling you with a sense of confidence.
2. The black ora flail pulses in your hand, as if seeking something.
3. The shadows swirl around your black ora flail.
4. The shadows surrounding your hand begins darken and contricts savagely!
Your hand swells and turns purple, then explodes in a shower of blood!
... 15 points of damage!
Oozing sores appear on your right hand.
5. The shadows surrounding your black ora flail pulse swirl up and divide. The twin columns of shadow dart to and fro, then twist around each other before coming to wrap around the flail.
6. You jump suddenly and glance behind you.
7. Your black ora flail suddenly pulses, causing the area to be overcome with shadows. After a brief duration, the shadows begin to recede to the light and your vision returns.
8. The shadow twisting around your black ora flail extends forth a bit and sniffs around.
9. You give a sudden start and look suspiciously at your black ora flail.
10. Your black ora flail pulls at your hand, as if yearning for the blood of Qistra.
11. The shadows surrounding your black ora flail writhe and twist.
12. The shadow twisting around your flail spins off and encircles you and begins to constrict, before blowing away into a lurid smoke.
13. For no apparent reason, you roll around on the floor, staring banefully at your black ora flail.
14. The black ora flail in your hand pulses as waves of evil emanate from it.
Roundtime 30 sec.
15. For no apparent reason, you dive forward and hit the floor, covering the black ora flail with your body.
16. Your black ora flail whispers softly to you in an unknown tongue and you feel a strong tug from deep within your chest.
17. Waves of revulsion pour from your black ora flail and you stare at it.
18. A wave of nausea washes over you as your flail attempts to writhe free of your grasp.
19. Bolts of greenish-black lightning spark from the shadow twisting around your black ora flail.
20. You feel your black ora flail pull at your hand, as if trying to escape.
21. A tendril of shadow from your black ora flail floats to the ground, and then goes darting around the ground, with a trail of lurid greenish-black smoke behind it.
22. A low moaning wail emenantes from your black ora flail.
23. Your black ora flail shimmers momentarily and a questing tendril of darkness surges up your arm and then behind you. An impossibly cold shiver dances across the back of your neck making your hair stand on end.
24. A faint swirl of green haze rises off your black ora flail in sinuous curls bearing a lingering scent of decay.
25. You notice Stunseed glance at your black ora flail, their eyes gleaming with desire. You tighten your grip and Stunseed suddenly backs away.
26. The shadows surrounding your black ora flail swirl around aimlessly.
MB 16M BO 25M