Possuem
07-16-2012, 07:26 PM
From Ebons auction a few years ago...
7x / heavy crit padded / two stat enchancives (perm); agility / discipline (5 to each); max lightened (like 2 lbs I believe)
Look:
Thin layers of off-white linen are bound together to form a thin yet durable set of robes that are side, front, and back slit to the hip. Faint padding along the chest displays a quilted pattern of grey threads that give the garment an almost grey appearance, while the shoulders are pleated into a gathered effect that creates a voluminous and deep hood. Long sleeves, which are wide, deep, and long, trail to bell-shaped cuffs. You also notice a small enchanter's glyph.
Loresong:
The song of the robes transmutes your own, bending it to a mere whispering shadow that obscures your vision with unyielding mist. It shortly dissolves into the vision of an old blind woman using needle and thread to create a garment that is crafted of pristine white. Time slowly passes, its progress marked by the changing and burning of candles on the nightstand, and the woman continues sewing. Eventually, she finishes her toiling and passes the fruits of her labor to a young man. The image fades.
Twisting and turning the tune you sing to it, the robes respond harshly and your vision suddenly plunges into blackness. Loud cries, angry and frustrated, greet your ears moments before you see the young man from previous visions huddled in a corner at the end of an alley. Blood trickles down his face from a crack in both his lip and his eyebrow, and he gazes up angrily at several ruffians who are robbing him. The scene seems to repeat itself, though the time of day and year change. The image fades.
Strong and proud, the tune of the robes shields your vision from the world around you and carries your mind's eye away to its distant past. No longer young, the man of your previous visions has matured into adulthood, his shoulders filling out the fullness of the robes. Steeped in shadows, the man hides at the edges of a familiar alley and watches as several ruffians attempt to waylay a couple. Defiance glimmers in his eyes and, in a repeating scene, he dispatches each of them. The image fades.
Your mind's eye swirls with historical visions. Moving through the glum city, the man from previous visions has his hand folded into the shadows of the robes, which are now off-white. He moves past several empty alleys, his lip twisted into a knowing grin, and steps into a small temple. Passing from shadow to shadow, the man kneels before an altar set with an eight-pointed star and pays homage. Moments later, he glides to another altar, one of bone, and pays his respects there. The image fades.
Any idea what these might be worth anyone?
7x / heavy crit padded / two stat enchancives (perm); agility / discipline (5 to each); max lightened (like 2 lbs I believe)
Look:
Thin layers of off-white linen are bound together to form a thin yet durable set of robes that are side, front, and back slit to the hip. Faint padding along the chest displays a quilted pattern of grey threads that give the garment an almost grey appearance, while the shoulders are pleated into a gathered effect that creates a voluminous and deep hood. Long sleeves, which are wide, deep, and long, trail to bell-shaped cuffs. You also notice a small enchanter's glyph.
Loresong:
The song of the robes transmutes your own, bending it to a mere whispering shadow that obscures your vision with unyielding mist. It shortly dissolves into the vision of an old blind woman using needle and thread to create a garment that is crafted of pristine white. Time slowly passes, its progress marked by the changing and burning of candles on the nightstand, and the woman continues sewing. Eventually, she finishes her toiling and passes the fruits of her labor to a young man. The image fades.
Twisting and turning the tune you sing to it, the robes respond harshly and your vision suddenly plunges into blackness. Loud cries, angry and frustrated, greet your ears moments before you see the young man from previous visions huddled in a corner at the end of an alley. Blood trickles down his face from a crack in both his lip and his eyebrow, and he gazes up angrily at several ruffians who are robbing him. The scene seems to repeat itself, though the time of day and year change. The image fades.
Strong and proud, the tune of the robes shields your vision from the world around you and carries your mind's eye away to its distant past. No longer young, the man of your previous visions has matured into adulthood, his shoulders filling out the fullness of the robes. Steeped in shadows, the man hides at the edges of a familiar alley and watches as several ruffians attempt to waylay a couple. Defiance glimmers in his eyes and, in a repeating scene, he dispatches each of them. The image fades.
Your mind's eye swirls with historical visions. Moving through the glum city, the man from previous visions has his hand folded into the shadows of the robes, which are now off-white. He moves past several empty alleys, his lip twisted into a knowing grin, and steps into a small temple. Passing from shadow to shadow, the man kneels before an altar set with an eight-pointed star and pays homage. Moments later, he glides to another altar, one of bone, and pays his respects there. The image fades.
Any idea what these might be worth anyone?