dmac188
12-21-2013, 06:03 PM
Auctioning a Permablessed Longsword
+10 for all races normally. +15 or 20 for elves I believe vs. Undead.
a thin-bladed white ora longsword with a shield-shaped black jet pommel stone
Minimum Bid 5 Million
Current bid 5 Million - Once to anonymous by PM
Your vision blacks entirely. Slowly, shadows begin to sharpen until shapes are recognizable. A man passes you, cloaked in shadow and silk, though his lithe frame betrays his elven origins. His pace quickens as the sound of war drums pound louder and with increasing frequency. The shape pauses before a looming building with white marble walls that gleam despite the moonless night. Silently, the elven man disappears inside.
You slink out of the moonless night and into the white marble temple, following the cloaked elven man. You find him kneeling before the altar, silent and still. Across one knee rests a thin-bladed white ora longsword with a shield-shaped black jet pommel stone. The well-kept metal catches and reflects the light shed from the candles lining the temple walls. As you creep closer, you realize that not all of the light is reflected by the candles; the weapon itself seems to glow with a holy light.
Glancing around, you find yourself in a bleak-looking graveyard. Most of the graves appear to have been opened up...from the inside. Hearing voices, you turn to see the elven man from the temple doling out weapons to a band of warriors. Slinking closer, you hear him instruct the band on their use: an attack against Undead is stronger than against a living foe for any wielder, but moreso in the hands of a paladin, cleric, or pure elf. The morale of the warriors appears bolstered as the elven man goes on to explain that they would never again need to seek out a holy blessing for their weapon.
The world about you dims, then is brightened by a ball of plasma that whizzes by your head to illuminate a battlefield. You wheel around, taking in the bloody carnage, when you spot the elven man from the temple with a thin-bladed white ora longsword with a shield-shaped black jet pommel stone in his hand. Black chainmail covered by a white surcoat protects his body, while a simple white tower shield covers his side. As he swings at his lich opponent, the blazing weapon in his hand suddenly flares brighter. The undead monster is quickly cut down, only to be replaced by another. The vision fades as the warrior is swamped by more and more Undead. The vision gives a final shimmer and you find yourself standing where you were before.
+10 for all races normally. +15 or 20 for elves I believe vs. Undead.
a thin-bladed white ora longsword with a shield-shaped black jet pommel stone
Minimum Bid 5 Million
Current bid 5 Million - Once to anonymous by PM
Your vision blacks entirely. Slowly, shadows begin to sharpen until shapes are recognizable. A man passes you, cloaked in shadow and silk, though his lithe frame betrays his elven origins. His pace quickens as the sound of war drums pound louder and with increasing frequency. The shape pauses before a looming building with white marble walls that gleam despite the moonless night. Silently, the elven man disappears inside.
You slink out of the moonless night and into the white marble temple, following the cloaked elven man. You find him kneeling before the altar, silent and still. Across one knee rests a thin-bladed white ora longsword with a shield-shaped black jet pommel stone. The well-kept metal catches and reflects the light shed from the candles lining the temple walls. As you creep closer, you realize that not all of the light is reflected by the candles; the weapon itself seems to glow with a holy light.
Glancing around, you find yourself in a bleak-looking graveyard. Most of the graves appear to have been opened up...from the inside. Hearing voices, you turn to see the elven man from the temple doling out weapons to a band of warriors. Slinking closer, you hear him instruct the band on their use: an attack against Undead is stronger than against a living foe for any wielder, but moreso in the hands of a paladin, cleric, or pure elf. The morale of the warriors appears bolstered as the elven man goes on to explain that they would never again need to seek out a holy blessing for their weapon.
The world about you dims, then is brightened by a ball of plasma that whizzes by your head to illuminate a battlefield. You wheel around, taking in the bloody carnage, when you spot the elven man from the temple with a thin-bladed white ora longsword with a shield-shaped black jet pommel stone in his hand. Black chainmail covered by a white surcoat protects his body, while a simple white tower shield covers his side. As he swings at his lich opponent, the blazing weapon in his hand suddenly flares brighter. The undead monster is quickly cut down, only to be replaced by another. The vision fades as the warrior is swamped by more and more Undead. The vision gives a final shimmer and you find yourself standing where you were before.