zinzimir
11-09-2012, 09:23 PM
a snowflake-cut white starstone
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>wear starstone
You position a snowflake-cut white starstone between your eyes so that it casts a sparkling pale white sheen across your face.
My little Bard could only get this much of a loresong...
As you sing to a snowflake-cut white starstone, it glimmers slightly, and slowly, a vision begins to unfold.
A young boy plays with his friends, gleefully slogging through the muck and mire of a small stream. Something glittering in the riverbank catches his eye, and he stops to look. To the great delight of his friends, he has found a small, clear sapphire. Soon, all the boys are covered head-to-toe in mud as they try to find their own buried treasure. Each boy returns with a handful of pebbles and brightly colored stones, but no more gems.
The moon rises, and the young boy sits on his bed, staring in rapt fixation as starlight glints off his sapphire. Suddenly, he pulls a small knife from a pile of string, rocks, and other typical boy fare and begins to chip away at the gemstone. He pauses, holding it up catch the starlight again and then gently carves away, humming beneath his breath. Soon, a tiny heart-cut clear sapphire lies in the palm of his hand.
Roundtime: 7 sec.
SOLD on buyout
>wear starstone
You position a snowflake-cut white starstone between your eyes so that it casts a sparkling pale white sheen across your face.
My little Bard could only get this much of a loresong...
As you sing to a snowflake-cut white starstone, it glimmers slightly, and slowly, a vision begins to unfold.
A young boy plays with his friends, gleefully slogging through the muck and mire of a small stream. Something glittering in the riverbank catches his eye, and he stops to look. To the great delight of his friends, he has found a small, clear sapphire. Soon, all the boys are covered head-to-toe in mud as they try to find their own buried treasure. Each boy returns with a handful of pebbles and brightly colored stones, but no more gems.
The moon rises, and the young boy sits on his bed, staring in rapt fixation as starlight glints off his sapphire. Suddenly, he pulls a small knife from a pile of string, rocks, and other typical boy fare and begins to chip away at the gemstone. He pauses, holding it up catch the starlight again and then gently carves away, humming beneath his breath. Soon, a tiny heart-cut clear sapphire lies in the palm of his hand.
Roundtime: 7 sec.