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06-30-2014, 05:50 PM
a slender silver ring inset with a faceted morganite
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You begin to manipulate your ring by twisting and turning its silver length until it becomes a fine silver anklet suspending tiny drops of morganite.
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You begin to manipulate your anklet by twisting and turning its silver length until it becomes a woven silver circlet centered with a morganite.
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You begin to manipulate your circlet by twisting and turning its silver length until it becomes a silver ribbon choker fastened by a morganite cameo.
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You begin to manipulate your choker by twisting and turning its ribbon length until it becomes a pair of silver-haloed morganite earrings.
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You begin to manipulate your earrings by twisting and turning its morganite length until it becomes a thin silver necklace with a squared morganite pendant.
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You begin to manipulate your necklace by twisting and turning its silver length until it becomes a delicate silver back-pendant suspending an oval morganite.
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You begin to manipulate your back-pendant by twisting and turning its silver length until it becomes a thick silver cuff inlaid with an unpolished morganite.
inspect/analyze has no relevant information.
Loresong:
The piercing squall of a newborn babe heralds the joy of new life. Laughter and elated cries float in the misty vision, which reveals the gleaming happiness of new life in the baby's gummy smile. A gasp is heard, and the mist roils with darkness to reveal another child twisted by the cruel hand of fate. As the fog fades, a feeling of heartache grips your chest.
The mists part again to reveal two young girls playing in front of a low altar made of morganite stone. One is markedly drab and mousey, while the other gleams with the shine of grace and beauty. Although the two seem to be in the midst of enjoying their game, a touch of jealousy surges through you as the brown-haired girl glances at her blonde twin.
Jealousy nauseates you now as the twisted visage of the cursed twin gazes hatefully at her sister. The years pass, and she watches as all others favor the beauty -- their parents, tutors, family, friends, and eventually, suitors. One young man, in particular, stands out from the rest. His eyes hold the hue of the summer skies, and his chiseled features resemble the hard lines of a statue. He holds the blonde sister's hand against his heart, and she giggles lightly when he whispers soft secrets into her ear. The mist comes alive with screams of rage, and the scene is torn asunder before your eyes.
The mist pulses in hues of grey and black, and each surge is met with anxiety and jealousy. The muted smell of deathwort permeates your senses, and a crone's voice promises, "This is not enough to kill your sister, child. It will only rot her pretty face. Maybe then you will have a chance with him, hmm?" A fleeting feeling of hope races through your body.
The mist fills your lungs and begins to choke you. You claw at your neck, and your body goes limp. As your consciousness begins to fade, you see the greyed form of the blonde twin swim before your vision. No longer living, she has the twisted and pallid form of unlife. In the background, the once-ugly sister now primps her gleaming hair in a mirror, without any regard to her twin's withered state. And with that, all goes black.
MB: 250k CB: 350k to indifference SOLD
>flip
You begin to manipulate your ring by twisting and turning its silver length until it becomes a fine silver anklet suspending tiny drops of morganite.
>flip
You begin to manipulate your anklet by twisting and turning its silver length until it becomes a woven silver circlet centered with a morganite.
>flip
You begin to manipulate your circlet by twisting and turning its silver length until it becomes a silver ribbon choker fastened by a morganite cameo.
>flip
You begin to manipulate your choker by twisting and turning its ribbon length until it becomes a pair of silver-haloed morganite earrings.
>flip
You begin to manipulate your earrings by twisting and turning its morganite length until it becomes a thin silver necklace with a squared morganite pendant.
>flip
You begin to manipulate your necklace by twisting and turning its silver length until it becomes a delicate silver back-pendant suspending an oval morganite.
>flip
You begin to manipulate your back-pendant by twisting and turning its silver length until it becomes a thick silver cuff inlaid with an unpolished morganite.
inspect/analyze has no relevant information.
Loresong:
The piercing squall of a newborn babe heralds the joy of new life. Laughter and elated cries float in the misty vision, which reveals the gleaming happiness of new life in the baby's gummy smile. A gasp is heard, and the mist roils with darkness to reveal another child twisted by the cruel hand of fate. As the fog fades, a feeling of heartache grips your chest.
The mists part again to reveal two young girls playing in front of a low altar made of morganite stone. One is markedly drab and mousey, while the other gleams with the shine of grace and beauty. Although the two seem to be in the midst of enjoying their game, a touch of jealousy surges through you as the brown-haired girl glances at her blonde twin.
Jealousy nauseates you now as the twisted visage of the cursed twin gazes hatefully at her sister. The years pass, and she watches as all others favor the beauty -- their parents, tutors, family, friends, and eventually, suitors. One young man, in particular, stands out from the rest. His eyes hold the hue of the summer skies, and his chiseled features resemble the hard lines of a statue. He holds the blonde sister's hand against his heart, and she giggles lightly when he whispers soft secrets into her ear. The mist comes alive with screams of rage, and the scene is torn asunder before your eyes.
The mist pulses in hues of grey and black, and each surge is met with anxiety and jealousy. The muted smell of deathwort permeates your senses, and a crone's voice promises, "This is not enough to kill your sister, child. It will only rot her pretty face. Maybe then you will have a chance with him, hmm?" A fleeting feeling of hope races through your body.
The mist fills your lungs and begins to choke you. You claw at your neck, and your body goes limp. As your consciousness begins to fade, you see the greyed form of the blonde twin swim before your vision. No longer living, she has the twisted and pallid form of unlife. In the background, the once-ugly sister now primps her gleaming hair in a mirror, without any regard to her twin's withered state. And with that, all goes black.
MB: 250k CB: 350k to indifference SOLD