neimanz1
03-02-2015, 10:16 PM
1-Elemental bow of lightning 5x/5x short bow version 300 mil
As you sing, you sense resonant vibrations coming from the bow, matching pitch with yours. Soon a harmony is achieved, and a brilliant display begins to materialize before you...
The scene unfolds in a deep, shadowy forest, with an aged sylvan craftsman gazing upward, almost sadly, to a giant white monir tree.
He gestures to a group of younger lads and walks away. The gathered youth watch him leave with a visible degree of respect before advancing on the great trunk. They begin to chop methodically, their voices rising and falling with rich texture and resonance. Their song seems to calm you, as if their singing was designed to aid the great tree itself in accepting its fate.
The aged sylvan craftsman now sits alone in a wooded glade, his eyes closed, and his mouth working in some silent chant.
Arrayed neatly around him are several thick, straight pieces of white monir wood, each shining faintly in the light that filters through the overhanging tree limbs. The craftsman runs his hand along each in turn, and as he does so they seem to glimmer with varying hues. He settles his hands in his lap once again, and continues his quiet chant...
Once again you harmonize with the bow and beckon it to continue with the display...
The scene shifts to reveal the sylvan craftsman once again. His features appear the same however he looks much older, as if his work has drained him. He stands next to a work table with an oiled rag in his hand, gazing down at several polished bows of white monir, each easily identifiable by the runic patterns etched upon them. He nods quietly to himself and beckons an apprentice standing in the shadows forward to take the weapons off the table. The youth glances at her master with concern before gathering the bundle and walking out of the workshop.
Your breath becomes labored as you try to coax yet more out of the bow...
Another shift in the scene reveals the craftsman, his face hollow and shrunken, his eyes not moving, and no breath escaping his lips. He lies on a carved linden platform, and is surrounded by a score of other sylphs. Apart from these are five archers, standing at the foot of the platform facing away from the others. They slowly raise their bows and let loose into the air. As their missiles arch away from the scene, you examine them closely. One appears as if it is on fire, another leaves a faint trail of frost in the air, the third seems to shimmer slightly, and the fourth seems to boil as it flies.
The fifth arrow arcs slightly above the others, streaking across the sky in a dazzling display of electrical energy. The archer who fired that arrow turns and seems to look directly at you.
2. some full plate 5-pounds 10x masterfully crit padded,T-5 ensorcelling, 30% impact resist , and ithzir flares
350 mil
The creator has also provided the following information:
This plate offers a chance to interrupt an attack when you are stunned, webbed, rooted, immobilized, unconscious, or prone.
This is Base armor, and will fire up to 3 times per day to move you in a random direction. It has special messaging for WEAR, REMOVE, and CLEAN.
It can be altered freely, within normal armor altering guidelines. Because some of the messaging refers to buckles and straps, nothing that completely conflicts with that concept should be done.
This plate is at unlock level 0.
As you sing, you sense resonant vibrations coming from the bow, matching pitch with yours. Soon a harmony is achieved, and a brilliant display begins to materialize before you...
The scene unfolds in a deep, shadowy forest, with an aged sylvan craftsman gazing upward, almost sadly, to a giant white monir tree.
He gestures to a group of younger lads and walks away. The gathered youth watch him leave with a visible degree of respect before advancing on the great trunk. They begin to chop methodically, their voices rising and falling with rich texture and resonance. Their song seems to calm you, as if their singing was designed to aid the great tree itself in accepting its fate.
The aged sylvan craftsman now sits alone in a wooded glade, his eyes closed, and his mouth working in some silent chant.
Arrayed neatly around him are several thick, straight pieces of white monir wood, each shining faintly in the light that filters through the overhanging tree limbs. The craftsman runs his hand along each in turn, and as he does so they seem to glimmer with varying hues. He settles his hands in his lap once again, and continues his quiet chant...
Once again you harmonize with the bow and beckon it to continue with the display...
The scene shifts to reveal the sylvan craftsman once again. His features appear the same however he looks much older, as if his work has drained him. He stands next to a work table with an oiled rag in his hand, gazing down at several polished bows of white monir, each easily identifiable by the runic patterns etched upon them. He nods quietly to himself and beckons an apprentice standing in the shadows forward to take the weapons off the table. The youth glances at her master with concern before gathering the bundle and walking out of the workshop.
Your breath becomes labored as you try to coax yet more out of the bow...
Another shift in the scene reveals the craftsman, his face hollow and shrunken, his eyes not moving, and no breath escaping his lips. He lies on a carved linden platform, and is surrounded by a score of other sylphs. Apart from these are five archers, standing at the foot of the platform facing away from the others. They slowly raise their bows and let loose into the air. As their missiles arch away from the scene, you examine them closely. One appears as if it is on fire, another leaves a faint trail of frost in the air, the third seems to shimmer slightly, and the fourth seems to boil as it flies.
The fifth arrow arcs slightly above the others, streaking across the sky in a dazzling display of electrical energy. The archer who fired that arrow turns and seems to look directly at you.
2. some full plate 5-pounds 10x masterfully crit padded,T-5 ensorcelling, 30% impact resist , and ithzir flares
350 mil
The creator has also provided the following information:
This plate offers a chance to interrupt an attack when you are stunned, webbed, rooted, immobilized, unconscious, or prone.
This is Base armor, and will fire up to 3 times per day to move you in a random direction. It has special messaging for WEAR, REMOVE, and CLEAN.
It can be altered freely, within normal armor altering guidelines. Because some of the messaging refers to buckles and straps, nothing that completely conflicts with that concept should be done.
This plate is at unlock level 0.