wizgem3
12-16-2012, 10:50 PM
some scarlet eahnor full plate - 9X (+43) - 38 lbs - unbalance flares
Show: Though somewhat scuffed and battered, the crimson color of the eahnor armor remains true
and bright. The joints in the armor have been cared for meticulously, their function still
fluid and strong. You also notice a small enchanter's glyph.
Loresong: The smell of pine fills your senses, and a dense evergreen forest materializes before
you. In the forest are two young human children, a boy and a girl, scampering over beds of
pine needles and taking daring leaps across a small stream. Their laughter echoes through the
sunlit scene, light filtering gently down through the branches of the tall trees.
A second scene swims into your vision. The same children from the forest, now adults, stand
facing each other at a city gate. The girl is taller, and her dark blonde hair is longer. The
boy, now every inch a man, wears a serious expression and is dressed in full battle attire. He
smiles faintly, touching her shoulder, and in response she wraps her arms around him in an
embrace of familial affection. As he walks away, tears spill freely down her cheeks, though
her smile remains proud and hopeful.
The vision is vivid and brutal. Battle cries and screams of pain fill the air, a mob of
howling undead attacking a human cavalry with ruthless speed. The tall soldier fights
valiantly in front of two younger warriors, their eyes wide with fear, their bodies paralyzed
by indecision. As the young men retreat to safety, the older soldier is overwhelmed by the
sneering forces of undead. A brutal blow ends his life in an instant. Quickly dismembered by
zombies, his scarlet armor is abandoned.
Blackness swims before your vision for a moment, clearing to reveal a scene dominated by the
presence of hundreds of mournbloom blossoms. Sobbing born of deep despair comes from the mouth
of the blonde woman. Clad in black, she kneels before a crimson suit of armor that is resting
upon a black marble slab. As she reaches to touch the battered plate, her cries grow louder,
and the visage of her overwhelming grief is almost too much to bear.
SOLD to nichelas
Show: Though somewhat scuffed and battered, the crimson color of the eahnor armor remains true
and bright. The joints in the armor have been cared for meticulously, their function still
fluid and strong. You also notice a small enchanter's glyph.
Loresong: The smell of pine fills your senses, and a dense evergreen forest materializes before
you. In the forest are two young human children, a boy and a girl, scampering over beds of
pine needles and taking daring leaps across a small stream. Their laughter echoes through the
sunlit scene, light filtering gently down through the branches of the tall trees.
A second scene swims into your vision. The same children from the forest, now adults, stand
facing each other at a city gate. The girl is taller, and her dark blonde hair is longer. The
boy, now every inch a man, wears a serious expression and is dressed in full battle attire. He
smiles faintly, touching her shoulder, and in response she wraps her arms around him in an
embrace of familial affection. As he walks away, tears spill freely down her cheeks, though
her smile remains proud and hopeful.
The vision is vivid and brutal. Battle cries and screams of pain fill the air, a mob of
howling undead attacking a human cavalry with ruthless speed. The tall soldier fights
valiantly in front of two younger warriors, their eyes wide with fear, their bodies paralyzed
by indecision. As the young men retreat to safety, the older soldier is overwhelmed by the
sneering forces of undead. A brutal blow ends his life in an instant. Quickly dismembered by
zombies, his scarlet armor is abandoned.
Blackness swims before your vision for a moment, clearing to reveal a scene dominated by the
presence of hundreds of mournbloom blossoms. Sobbing born of deep despair comes from the mouth
of the blonde woman. Clad in black, she kneels before a crimson suit of armor that is resting
upon a black marble slab. As she reaches to touch the battered plate, her cries grow louder,
and the visage of her overwhelming grief is almost too much to bear.
SOLD to nichelas