Neovik1
12-22-2014, 08:21 PM
First auction with a bunch posted at once, go easy on me... These items might make good thrakmas gifts! Each will go once, twice, sold.
1. a polished silver-handled flagon (1x a day refilling Ale Flagon)
You remove a polished silver-handled flagon from in your midnight black greatcloak.
>drink my flagon (some of the messaging, might be more)
- You take a chug of your ale, and find it to be surprisingly tangy. There are slight hints of citrus within the flavor.
- Even a huge drink of your ale doesn't quench your thirst. It is however, a very good excuse to drink some more!
- You take a chug of your ale, and find it is surprisingly weak. Perhaps the brewmaster is watering it down again?
- You take a chug of your ale, and find it to be surprisingly tangy. There are slight hints of citrus within the flavor.
- You take a giant drink, then belch. Ah, the pleasures of a good beer.
- Ah, a sip of ale from your flagon reveals it to be both full of body and flavor.
- You take a sip of your ale, but it seems to be a bit crunchier than it should be. You have no clue what that is floating in your flagon.
- A large sip of this concoction suprises you considerably. It's much sweeter than you expected.
Looks like that was the last drop.
>rub my flag
You rub your silver-handled flagon.
Odd, the silver-handled flagon suddenly seems a little heavier.
The silver-handled flagon is no longer empty.
- Neovik takes a small sip from his flagon and narrows his eyes suspiciously.
- Neovik takes a small sip from his flagon and blinks, then glances inside of it.
- Neovik takes a small sip from his flagon and smiles contentedly.
- Neovik rubs his silver-handled flagon.
- Neovik takes a small sip from his flagon and blinks his eyes.
- Neovik takes a small sip from his flagon and grimaces with disgust.
- Neovik takes a small sip from his flagon and puckers his lips.
MB: 100k, CB: 1m Blanks sold!
2. a rectangular matte black invar tin with an eostone toadstool latch (1x a day Candy refilling candy tin)
look in my tin
There is nothing in there.
You rub your black invar tin.
Odd, the black invar tin suddenly seems a little heavier.
The black invar tin is no longer empty.
look in my tin
In the black invar tin you see a piece of winterberry candy, a piece of tart cherry candy, a piece of peppermint candy, a piece of smastan berry candy, a piece of sour orange candy and a piece of raspberry candy.
MB: 100k, CB: 500k Sold twice!
3. an ivory-inlaid red oak square (game to play)
The creator has also provided the following information:
Although it seems like this item should be free of alteration restrictions, in point of fact, this item may not be altered! Apologies!
Try to TURN and TILT the square to play the game!
> turn square
You turn the red oak square over. Both the ball and all of the pegs fall to the ground. Muttering softly, you bend down and scoop them back up. You put the ball back into its slot and replace the pegs.
> tilt square
You slowly tilt the red oak square downward, then nudge the metal ball out of its slot. The ball rolls slowly towards the pegs, then crashes into them. Congratulations, you managed to knock over three of them. You reset the game, so that you can try again.
MB: 25k
4. a pale pink cotton handkerchief (Scripted handkerchief)
>rub handker
You roughly wipe your face with your cotton handkerchief.
>exhale handker
You blow your nose into your cotton handkerchief with a loud honking noise.
>clench handker
You ball up your cotton handkerchief in your fist.
>poke handker
You briskly dab at your eyes and nose with your cotton handkerchief.
>push handker
You wipe the sweat from your brow with your cotton handkerchief.
>press handker
You wipe the sweat from your brow with your cotton handkerchief.
>pound handker
You pound a pale pink cotton handkerchief with your fist, sending it flying.
>prod handker
You give your handkerchief a little prod with the tip of your finger.
>turn handker
You tightly twist your cotton handkerchief in your hands.
>smooch handker
You briskly wipe your mouth with your cotton handkerchief.
>clean handker
Feeling a tad bit obsessive, are we?
>wave handker
You wildly wave your cotton handkerchief back and forth like a flag.
Neovik roughly wipes his face with his cotton handkerchief.
Neovik dusts off the cotton handkerchief in his hand.
Neovik blows his nose into his cotton handkerchief with a loud honking noise.
Neovik balls up his cotton handkerchief in his fist.
Neovik grips his cotton handkerchief a little tighter.
Neovik picks idly at a pale pink cotton handkerchief.
Neovik briskly dabs at his eyes and nose with his cotton handkerchief.
Neovik wipes the sweat from his brow with his cotton handkerchief.
Neovik pounds a pale pink cotton handkerchief with his fist, sending it flying.
Neovik tightly twists his cotton handkerchief in his hands.
Neovik briskly wipes his mouth with his cotton handkerchief.
Neovik wildly waves his cotton handkerchief back and forth like a flag.
Neovik relaxes his hold on a pale pink cotton handkerchief in his hand.
MB: 100k, CB:
5. golden imflass compass
exhale compass
You blow on your golden imflass compass.
A faint foggy mist forms over the surface of the compass then slowly fades away.
pet compass
You tap the cover of your golden imflass compass, sending the needle into a wild gyration.
turn compass
You point the 'N' on the golden imflass compass away from you and steady the instrument to the best of your ability. The needle spins around for a few moments like something possessed, then slows and finally stops.
The hand of the compass points north.
kiss compass
Are you sure you really want to slobber all over such a fine instrument?
touch compass
You tap the cover of your golden imflass compass, sending the needle into a wild gyration.
- Neovik blows on his golden imflass compass.
A faint foggy mist forms over the surface of the compass then slowly fades away.
- Neovik taps impatiently on the cover of his golden imflass compass. Some people just don't know how to treat finely made implements of navigation.
- Neovik stands stock-still, holding his golden imflass compass out in front of him and watching it intently for a few moments. Glancing at the instrument in Neovik's hand, you see the needle spinning around like a crazed kobold. Finally, it slows and then stops.
- Neovik puckers his lips and makes a sloppy smooch sound at his golden imflass compass.
- Neovik taps impatiently on the cover of his golden imflass compass. Some people just don't know how to treat finely made implements of navigation.
MB: 50k, CB:
Delivery to Icemule, Landing, Solhaven
1. a polished silver-handled flagon (1x a day refilling Ale Flagon)
You remove a polished silver-handled flagon from in your midnight black greatcloak.
>drink my flagon (some of the messaging, might be more)
- You take a chug of your ale, and find it to be surprisingly tangy. There are slight hints of citrus within the flavor.
- Even a huge drink of your ale doesn't quench your thirst. It is however, a very good excuse to drink some more!
- You take a chug of your ale, and find it is surprisingly weak. Perhaps the brewmaster is watering it down again?
- You take a chug of your ale, and find it to be surprisingly tangy. There are slight hints of citrus within the flavor.
- You take a giant drink, then belch. Ah, the pleasures of a good beer.
- Ah, a sip of ale from your flagon reveals it to be both full of body and flavor.
- You take a sip of your ale, but it seems to be a bit crunchier than it should be. You have no clue what that is floating in your flagon.
- A large sip of this concoction suprises you considerably. It's much sweeter than you expected.
Looks like that was the last drop.
>rub my flag
You rub your silver-handled flagon.
Odd, the silver-handled flagon suddenly seems a little heavier.
The silver-handled flagon is no longer empty.
- Neovik takes a small sip from his flagon and narrows his eyes suspiciously.
- Neovik takes a small sip from his flagon and blinks, then glances inside of it.
- Neovik takes a small sip from his flagon and smiles contentedly.
- Neovik rubs his silver-handled flagon.
- Neovik takes a small sip from his flagon and blinks his eyes.
- Neovik takes a small sip from his flagon and grimaces with disgust.
- Neovik takes a small sip from his flagon and puckers his lips.
MB: 100k, CB: 1m Blanks sold!
2. a rectangular matte black invar tin with an eostone toadstool latch (1x a day Candy refilling candy tin)
look in my tin
There is nothing in there.
You rub your black invar tin.
Odd, the black invar tin suddenly seems a little heavier.
The black invar tin is no longer empty.
look in my tin
In the black invar tin you see a piece of winterberry candy, a piece of tart cherry candy, a piece of peppermint candy, a piece of smastan berry candy, a piece of sour orange candy and a piece of raspberry candy.
MB: 100k, CB: 500k Sold twice!
3. an ivory-inlaid red oak square (game to play)
The creator has also provided the following information:
Although it seems like this item should be free of alteration restrictions, in point of fact, this item may not be altered! Apologies!
Try to TURN and TILT the square to play the game!
> turn square
You turn the red oak square over. Both the ball and all of the pegs fall to the ground. Muttering softly, you bend down and scoop them back up. You put the ball back into its slot and replace the pegs.
> tilt square
You slowly tilt the red oak square downward, then nudge the metal ball out of its slot. The ball rolls slowly towards the pegs, then crashes into them. Congratulations, you managed to knock over three of them. You reset the game, so that you can try again.
MB: 25k
4. a pale pink cotton handkerchief (Scripted handkerchief)
>rub handker
You roughly wipe your face with your cotton handkerchief.
>exhale handker
You blow your nose into your cotton handkerchief with a loud honking noise.
>clench handker
You ball up your cotton handkerchief in your fist.
>poke handker
You briskly dab at your eyes and nose with your cotton handkerchief.
>push handker
You wipe the sweat from your brow with your cotton handkerchief.
>press handker
You wipe the sweat from your brow with your cotton handkerchief.
>pound handker
You pound a pale pink cotton handkerchief with your fist, sending it flying.
>prod handker
You give your handkerchief a little prod with the tip of your finger.
>turn handker
You tightly twist your cotton handkerchief in your hands.
>smooch handker
You briskly wipe your mouth with your cotton handkerchief.
>clean handker
Feeling a tad bit obsessive, are we?
>wave handker
You wildly wave your cotton handkerchief back and forth like a flag.
Neovik roughly wipes his face with his cotton handkerchief.
Neovik dusts off the cotton handkerchief in his hand.
Neovik blows his nose into his cotton handkerchief with a loud honking noise.
Neovik balls up his cotton handkerchief in his fist.
Neovik grips his cotton handkerchief a little tighter.
Neovik picks idly at a pale pink cotton handkerchief.
Neovik briskly dabs at his eyes and nose with his cotton handkerchief.
Neovik wipes the sweat from his brow with his cotton handkerchief.
Neovik pounds a pale pink cotton handkerchief with his fist, sending it flying.
Neovik tightly twists his cotton handkerchief in his hands.
Neovik briskly wipes his mouth with his cotton handkerchief.
Neovik wildly waves his cotton handkerchief back and forth like a flag.
Neovik relaxes his hold on a pale pink cotton handkerchief in his hand.
MB: 100k, CB:
5. golden imflass compass
exhale compass
You blow on your golden imflass compass.
A faint foggy mist forms over the surface of the compass then slowly fades away.
pet compass
You tap the cover of your golden imflass compass, sending the needle into a wild gyration.
turn compass
You point the 'N' on the golden imflass compass away from you and steady the instrument to the best of your ability. The needle spins around for a few moments like something possessed, then slows and finally stops.
The hand of the compass points north.
kiss compass
Are you sure you really want to slobber all over such a fine instrument?
touch compass
You tap the cover of your golden imflass compass, sending the needle into a wild gyration.
- Neovik blows on his golden imflass compass.
A faint foggy mist forms over the surface of the compass then slowly fades away.
- Neovik taps impatiently on the cover of his golden imflass compass. Some people just don't know how to treat finely made implements of navigation.
- Neovik stands stock-still, holding his golden imflass compass out in front of him and watching it intently for a few moments. Glancing at the instrument in Neovik's hand, you see the needle spinning around like a crazed kobold. Finally, it slows and then stops.
- Neovik puckers his lips and makes a sloppy smooch sound at his golden imflass compass.
- Neovik taps impatiently on the cover of his golden imflass compass. Some people just don't know how to treat finely made implements of navigation.
MB: 50k, CB:
Delivery to Icemule, Landing, Solhaven