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03-20-2014, 03:56 AM
a barbed white ora sarissa with a carved faewood haft
4x, ( I think ), fully unlocked up to tier 2 (Correction thanks to Nahkaev) It only has all the non combat related scripts as far as Iasha Weapons go. There is no teleport or enhancives.
Many ambient scripts as well as verb traps.
Sancted of course.
You can tell that the sarissa is as light as it can get.
Loresong as follows.
As you begin to sing, your vision clouds over and a scene unfolds before you. The image of a scarred dwarf in white leathers, laboring deep in a dark, dank mine, grunting as he extracts precious white ora ore, fills your vision.
As you continue to sing, you can see the dwarf laboring over a hot iron forge. He mops his brow continually as he pumps the bellows, then returns to the anvil, coaxing a weapon from the white-hot metal. As he hammers again and again with a perfect eonake forging-hammer, he looks more and more pleased with his work. He now and again sticks it into a trough filled with a shimmering oil. After a few more minutes of hammering, he begins to look unsatisfied with his results and then suddenly tosses it back into the fire. "I can do better than that, for Eonak's glory!"
As you continue to sing, your inner vision once again focuses on the scarred dwarf who is now carefully polishing the white ora sarissa before handing it to an imposing priest. His raiment is of the finest quality, from the magnificent cloth-of-silver cope to his bejeweled miter to the gleaming amethyst on his hand marking him as one of the ecclesiastical hierarchy. He sets the weapon on the altar and cries, "In the name of the Arkati, I consecrate this weapon."
As your song comes to an end, you see the sarissa being used in combat training in the monastary. A burly dwarven acolyte rains down blow after blow versus an obviously overmatched elven clark. Finally, the white ora sarissa bursts into flames and sets the elf's shield alight! He cries out, "The day is yours M'laird Dwarf. I prostrate myself to your superior skills and must atone for my lack." He glances at the knotted scourge on the training wall and grimaces.
Your song draws to a close, and you feel the story has ended.
You point your weapon into the sky and roar a battle cry to the Arkati.
You run a finger down the surface of the sarissa. You stop to admire its flawless craftsmanship, all of it crafted from gleaming white ora and meticulously maintained. Unfortunately, you forgot about the flames surrounding it, and it is hot!
Holding your white ora sarissa, you cry out, "Arkati, aid me in my hour of need!"
MB: 150k
4x, ( I think ), fully unlocked up to tier 2 (Correction thanks to Nahkaev) It only has all the non combat related scripts as far as Iasha Weapons go. There is no teleport or enhancives.
Many ambient scripts as well as verb traps.
Sancted of course.
You can tell that the sarissa is as light as it can get.
Loresong as follows.
As you begin to sing, your vision clouds over and a scene unfolds before you. The image of a scarred dwarf in white leathers, laboring deep in a dark, dank mine, grunting as he extracts precious white ora ore, fills your vision.
As you continue to sing, you can see the dwarf laboring over a hot iron forge. He mops his brow continually as he pumps the bellows, then returns to the anvil, coaxing a weapon from the white-hot metal. As he hammers again and again with a perfect eonake forging-hammer, he looks more and more pleased with his work. He now and again sticks it into a trough filled with a shimmering oil. After a few more minutes of hammering, he begins to look unsatisfied with his results and then suddenly tosses it back into the fire. "I can do better than that, for Eonak's glory!"
As you continue to sing, your inner vision once again focuses on the scarred dwarf who is now carefully polishing the white ora sarissa before handing it to an imposing priest. His raiment is of the finest quality, from the magnificent cloth-of-silver cope to his bejeweled miter to the gleaming amethyst on his hand marking him as one of the ecclesiastical hierarchy. He sets the weapon on the altar and cries, "In the name of the Arkati, I consecrate this weapon."
As your song comes to an end, you see the sarissa being used in combat training in the monastary. A burly dwarven acolyte rains down blow after blow versus an obviously overmatched elven clark. Finally, the white ora sarissa bursts into flames and sets the elf's shield alight! He cries out, "The day is yours M'laird Dwarf. I prostrate myself to your superior skills and must atone for my lack." He glances at the knotted scourge on the training wall and grimaces.
Your song draws to a close, and you feel the story has ended.
You point your weapon into the sky and roar a battle cry to the Arkati.
You run a finger down the surface of the sarissa. You stop to admire its flawless craftsmanship, all of it crafted from gleaming white ora and meticulously maintained. Unfortunately, you forgot about the flames surrounding it, and it is hot!
Holding your white ora sarissa, you cry out, "Arkati, aid me in my hour of need!"
MB: 150k