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03-18-2013, 08:24 PM
Totally just noticed, despite bumping it, that I posted this initially in the wrong folder. Woops, apologies.
Selling off various instruments that I've saved for some reason or another, but never use.
The first section are average quality flutes that I just liked the look of, so I bought and have been sitting on them ever since.
a vaalin-inlaid silver flute - MB: 25K
a gold-accented ebonwood mandolin - MB: 25K
a cat-skin and tigerwood tambourine - MB: 25K
some blue ora finger cymbals painted with monkey silhouettes - MB:25K
a rose-embossed pale mistwood harp - MB: 25K
a light maoral piccolo with filigree around the embrosures - MB: 25K
a gilded golden monir shawm - comes with a carved golden monir shawm case - MB: 35K
The next set have loresongs, random ones from an old EG generator. I was saving them to try and alter them to match their loresongs, but that project is low on my list and I tend to forget about them, regularly. I figure I might as well see if anyone else wants them, instead. Posted is the instrument and then the 4 verses of loresongs. There is also a third person view for a lot of the verses of these songs, too. Anyone in the room might smell the scents or hear the songs or, for example, the last crumhorn, the other people can also hear the priests chanting. Cute little project instruments, I feel.
a filthy tiger maple lyre - MB: 50K
As you sing to the lyre, you receive a faint impression of the smell of alstroemeria, but you can untangle no real meaning with your magic.
The sound of peacocks calling swirls around you in response to your song.
Briefly, you hear vibrant lyre music, but then it is gone.
The image of a busy bazaar materializes briefly before you, but it fades without vouchsafing any information.
a filthy fir lysard - MB: 50K
As you sing to the lysard, you receive a faint impression of the smell of lilac, but you can untangle no real meaning with your magic.
The sound of someone singing Song of Noise swirls around you in response to your song.
Briefly, you hear clumsy lysard music, but then it is gone
The image of fluffy white clouds materializes briefly before you, but it fades without vouchsafing any information.
a fir piccolo - MB: 50K
As you sing to the piccolo, you receive a faint impression of the smell of rotting carrion, but you can untangle no real meaning with your magic.
The sound of booming war drums swirls around you in response to your song.
Briefly, you hear skillful piccolo music, but then it is gone.
The image of a shimmering crystal city materializes briefly before you, but it fades without vouchsafing any information.
a drab sprucewood shawm - MB: 50K
As you sing to the shawm, you receive a faint impression of the smell of sweat, but you can untangle no real meaning with your magic.
The sound of an electrical storm swirls around you in response to your song.
Briefly, you hear enchanting shawm music, but then it is gone.
The image of a wedding chapel materializes briefly before you, but it fades without vouchsafing any information.
a maple zither - MB: 50K
As you sing to the zither, you receive a faint impression of the smell of calla lilies, but you can untangle no real meaning with your magic.
The sound of convulsive sneezing swirls around you in response to your song.
Briefly, you hear elegant zither music, but then it is gone.
The image of a humble hut materializes briefly before you, but it fades without vouchsafing any information.
a poorly crafted maple theorbo - MB: 50K
As you sing to the theorbo, your melody evokes various impressions from the maple. The smell of blackberries drifts past, and the image of an ancient library forms briefly before your eyes. In the archives, you observe a golden-skinned halfling woman gesturing mystically over her maple theorbo. The fragile vision dissolves almost as quickly as it came.
Your magical song delves into the nature of the theorbo, evoking the image of a ginger-haired elven man. The man is suffering from a fungal infection and wears some full leather. Hundreds of birds beat their wings against a wire barrier as the elven man wheedles the maple theorbo from the same halfling woman that you observed before. The sound of the hiss of a katana slicing the air surrounds you as the image fades away.
Harmonies echo from the heart of your theorbo, and those harmonies swell around you, guiding you into a vision. You see an ancient shrine, and the elven man squats in the shelter of the shrine's crumbling walls playing the maple theorbo. The elven man is alone, playing for no one but himself, and his expression reflects the same respect that you perceive in his racing music. The vision ends as you finish your verse.
The resonances of the maple theorbo flow over you as sensory impressions. You hear a low voice praising the beauty of Andelas and smell molasses before the magic of your loresong draws you into a vision. The elven man is nowhere to be seen, but you do see a lean human man rummaging through a stack of possessions. Suddenly, the man straightens with a maple theorbo in one hand. Glancing around quickly, the man hurries off, plainly wishing to stash his ill-gotten gain before the owner returns. The image dissolves away.
a gnomish elm crumhorn - MB: 50K
As you sing to the crumhorn, you receive a faint impression of the smell of cacao, but you can untangle no real meaning with your magic.
The sound of a roc's ear-splitting shriek swirls around you in response to your song.
Briefly, you hear crescendoing crumhorn music, but then it is gone.
The image of a rat-infested sewer tunnel materializes briefly before you, but it fades without vouchsafing any information.
a paint-spattered sprucewood crumhorn - MB: 50K
As you sing to the crumhorn, you receive a faint impression of the smell of pine sap, but you can untangle no real meaning with your magic.
The sound of priests chanting swirls around you in response to your song.
Briefly, you hear unimpressive crumhorn music, but then it is gone.
The image of a bustling port city materializes briefly before you, but it fades without vouchsafing any information.
Master Quality Instruments. These are, in the hands of a bard adept(mastered) of that type of instrument, gain an 11th option of the 1-10 messagings for the different songs you can play on an instrument. They also, if played while casting certain spells, will help the potency of said spells, such as 1030. The exact amount of boost, however, I am uncertain of. I am more than willing to entertain trade offers on the two master quality instruments. I am personally looking for a master quality flute/piccolo.
a pear-shaped rosewood lute: Crafted with a flat soundboard across a half pear-shaped soundbox the lute is perfected for tone and quality. The rounded body is made of curved pieces of reddish rosewood, painstakingly polished to highlight the darkly sinuous grain of the wood. The rose around the soundhole is made from elaborate scrollwork with gentle pink, faintly translucent rosespar inlay that catches the ambient light with a subtle gleam. Catgut strings make their way over the frets and into the peg box that sits at a sharp angle. - BO'd
an onyx-banded rosewood lysard: Almost scarlet in hue, the vivid rosewood is striated with a dark grain that creates patterns throughout the piece. Each fingerhole has been outlined with inlaid onyx slivers that fan out from the holes like miniature suns. Bands of onyx wrap around the instrument near the mouthpiece and base, accenting the brilliant coloring of the natural rosewood. - MB: 7m
Selling off various instruments that I've saved for some reason or another, but never use.
The first section are average quality flutes that I just liked the look of, so I bought and have been sitting on them ever since.
a vaalin-inlaid silver flute - MB: 25K
a gold-accented ebonwood mandolin - MB: 25K
a cat-skin and tigerwood tambourine - MB: 25K
some blue ora finger cymbals painted with monkey silhouettes - MB:25K
a rose-embossed pale mistwood harp - MB: 25K
a light maoral piccolo with filigree around the embrosures - MB: 25K
a gilded golden monir shawm - comes with a carved golden monir shawm case - MB: 35K
The next set have loresongs, random ones from an old EG generator. I was saving them to try and alter them to match their loresongs, but that project is low on my list and I tend to forget about them, regularly. I figure I might as well see if anyone else wants them, instead. Posted is the instrument and then the 4 verses of loresongs. There is also a third person view for a lot of the verses of these songs, too. Anyone in the room might smell the scents or hear the songs or, for example, the last crumhorn, the other people can also hear the priests chanting. Cute little project instruments, I feel.
a filthy tiger maple lyre - MB: 50K
As you sing to the lyre, you receive a faint impression of the smell of alstroemeria, but you can untangle no real meaning with your magic.
The sound of peacocks calling swirls around you in response to your song.
Briefly, you hear vibrant lyre music, but then it is gone.
The image of a busy bazaar materializes briefly before you, but it fades without vouchsafing any information.
a filthy fir lysard - MB: 50K
As you sing to the lysard, you receive a faint impression of the smell of lilac, but you can untangle no real meaning with your magic.
The sound of someone singing Song of Noise swirls around you in response to your song.
Briefly, you hear clumsy lysard music, but then it is gone
The image of fluffy white clouds materializes briefly before you, but it fades without vouchsafing any information.
a fir piccolo - MB: 50K
As you sing to the piccolo, you receive a faint impression of the smell of rotting carrion, but you can untangle no real meaning with your magic.
The sound of booming war drums swirls around you in response to your song.
Briefly, you hear skillful piccolo music, but then it is gone.
The image of a shimmering crystal city materializes briefly before you, but it fades without vouchsafing any information.
a drab sprucewood shawm - MB: 50K
As you sing to the shawm, you receive a faint impression of the smell of sweat, but you can untangle no real meaning with your magic.
The sound of an electrical storm swirls around you in response to your song.
Briefly, you hear enchanting shawm music, but then it is gone.
The image of a wedding chapel materializes briefly before you, but it fades without vouchsafing any information.
a maple zither - MB: 50K
As you sing to the zither, you receive a faint impression of the smell of calla lilies, but you can untangle no real meaning with your magic.
The sound of convulsive sneezing swirls around you in response to your song.
Briefly, you hear elegant zither music, but then it is gone.
The image of a humble hut materializes briefly before you, but it fades without vouchsafing any information.
a poorly crafted maple theorbo - MB: 50K
As you sing to the theorbo, your melody evokes various impressions from the maple. The smell of blackberries drifts past, and the image of an ancient library forms briefly before your eyes. In the archives, you observe a golden-skinned halfling woman gesturing mystically over her maple theorbo. The fragile vision dissolves almost as quickly as it came.
Your magical song delves into the nature of the theorbo, evoking the image of a ginger-haired elven man. The man is suffering from a fungal infection and wears some full leather. Hundreds of birds beat their wings against a wire barrier as the elven man wheedles the maple theorbo from the same halfling woman that you observed before. The sound of the hiss of a katana slicing the air surrounds you as the image fades away.
Harmonies echo from the heart of your theorbo, and those harmonies swell around you, guiding you into a vision. You see an ancient shrine, and the elven man squats in the shelter of the shrine's crumbling walls playing the maple theorbo. The elven man is alone, playing for no one but himself, and his expression reflects the same respect that you perceive in his racing music. The vision ends as you finish your verse.
The resonances of the maple theorbo flow over you as sensory impressions. You hear a low voice praising the beauty of Andelas and smell molasses before the magic of your loresong draws you into a vision. The elven man is nowhere to be seen, but you do see a lean human man rummaging through a stack of possessions. Suddenly, the man straightens with a maple theorbo in one hand. Glancing around quickly, the man hurries off, plainly wishing to stash his ill-gotten gain before the owner returns. The image dissolves away.
a gnomish elm crumhorn - MB: 50K
As you sing to the crumhorn, you receive a faint impression of the smell of cacao, but you can untangle no real meaning with your magic.
The sound of a roc's ear-splitting shriek swirls around you in response to your song.
Briefly, you hear crescendoing crumhorn music, but then it is gone.
The image of a rat-infested sewer tunnel materializes briefly before you, but it fades without vouchsafing any information.
a paint-spattered sprucewood crumhorn - MB: 50K
As you sing to the crumhorn, you receive a faint impression of the smell of pine sap, but you can untangle no real meaning with your magic.
The sound of priests chanting swirls around you in response to your song.
Briefly, you hear unimpressive crumhorn music, but then it is gone.
The image of a bustling port city materializes briefly before you, but it fades without vouchsafing any information.
Master Quality Instruments. These are, in the hands of a bard adept(mastered) of that type of instrument, gain an 11th option of the 1-10 messagings for the different songs you can play on an instrument. They also, if played while casting certain spells, will help the potency of said spells, such as 1030. The exact amount of boost, however, I am uncertain of. I am more than willing to entertain trade offers on the two master quality instruments. I am personally looking for a master quality flute/piccolo.
a pear-shaped rosewood lute: Crafted with a flat soundboard across a half pear-shaped soundbox the lute is perfected for tone and quality. The rounded body is made of curved pieces of reddish rosewood, painstakingly polished to highlight the darkly sinuous grain of the wood. The rose around the soundhole is made from elaborate scrollwork with gentle pink, faintly translucent rosespar inlay that catches the ambient light with a subtle gleam. Catgut strings make their way over the frets and into the peg box that sits at a sharp angle. - BO'd
an onyx-banded rosewood lysard: Almost scarlet in hue, the vivid rosewood is striated with a dark grain that creates patterns throughout the piece. Each fingerhole has been outlined with inlaid onyx slivers that fan out from the holes like miniature suns. Bands of onyx wrap around the instrument near the mouthpiece and base, accenting the brilliant coloring of the natural rosewood. - MB: 7m