everan
03-05-2015, 01:47 PM
Does this have any value? I'm thinking it has something to do with the elven lands opening, but I don't remember where I got it from.
You remove a jewel-edged golden steel helm with a plume of blood red eagle feathers from in your climbing pack.
The harmonic vibrations that your song evokes in the golden steel helm convey a sense of great age. At a rough estimate, the helm is worth 1 silver, but a collector of antiquities might be willing to offer a significantly greater sum.
As the golden steel helm responds to your song, you sense echoes of ancient enchantment drifting softly through the resonances. It is difficult to say whether or not the helm is innately magical, but, if not, then it has certainly been exposed to a great deal of magical energy over an extended period of time.
The resonances of your music caress the ancient weave of enchantment within the golden steel helm. You recognize both spiritual and elemental components, twisted together and permanently altered into a new form -- the unmistakable taint of sorcery.
As you sing to the golden steel helm, you evoke the image of a short man with silver-streaked hair. He holds the golden steel helm in his hands, studying it intently. As he turns it over, its brilliant gems glitter brightly as they catch the light, and he nods his approval. He signals to a liveried servant nearby, and the servant quickly comes to take the helm away. The vision drifts away from you as your verse ends.
I have this with it, but I'm not sure if the two are related or not:
a dark crimson jacket adorned at the shoulders with gold braid tied into one knot of rank
You remove a jewel-edged golden steel helm with a plume of blood red eagle feathers from in your climbing pack.
The harmonic vibrations that your song evokes in the golden steel helm convey a sense of great age. At a rough estimate, the helm is worth 1 silver, but a collector of antiquities might be willing to offer a significantly greater sum.
As the golden steel helm responds to your song, you sense echoes of ancient enchantment drifting softly through the resonances. It is difficult to say whether or not the helm is innately magical, but, if not, then it has certainly been exposed to a great deal of magical energy over an extended period of time.
The resonances of your music caress the ancient weave of enchantment within the golden steel helm. You recognize both spiritual and elemental components, twisted together and permanently altered into a new form -- the unmistakable taint of sorcery.
As you sing to the golden steel helm, you evoke the image of a short man with silver-streaked hair. He holds the golden steel helm in his hands, studying it intently. As he turns it over, its brilliant gems glitter brightly as they catch the light, and he nods his approval. He signals to a liveried servant nearby, and the servant quickly comes to take the helm away. The vision drifts away from you as your verse ends.
I have this with it, but I'm not sure if the two are related or not:
a dark crimson jacket adorned at the shoulders with gold braid tied into one knot of rank