a poorly crafted maple theorbo -

As you sing to the theorbo, your melody evokes various impressions from the maple. The smell of blackberries drifts past, and the image of an ancient library forms briefly before your eyes. In the archives, you observe a golden-skinned halfling woman gesturing mystically over her maple theorbo. The fragile vision dissolves almost as quickly as it came.

Your magical song delves into the nature of the theorbo, evoking the image of a ginger-haired elven man. The man is suffering from a fungal infection and wears some full leather. Hundreds of birds beat their wings against a wire barrier as the elven man wheedles the maple theorbo from the same halfling woman that you observed before. The sound of the hiss of a katana slicing the air surrounds you as the image fades away.

Harmonies echo from the heart of your theorbo, and those harmonies swell around you, guiding you into a vision. You see an ancient shrine, and the elven man squats in the shelter of the shrine's crumbling walls playing the maple theorbo. The elven man is alone, playing for no one but himself, and his expression reflects the same respect that you perceive in his racing music. The vision ends as you finish your verse.

The resonances of the maple theorbo flow over you as sensory impressions. You hear a low voice praising the beauty of Andelas and smell molasses before the magic of your loresong draws you into a vision. The elven man is nowhere to be seen, but you do see a lean human man rummaging through a stack of possessions. Suddenly, the man straightens with a maple theorbo in one hand. Glancing around quickly, the man hurries off, plainly wishing to stash his ill-gotten gain before the owner returns. The image dissolves away.

You sing to the theorbo, but receive only the normal harmonies of maple in return. You sense that sharing the gender of the theorbo's previous owner permitted you to coax more lore from it than someone of the opposite sex could have done. The harmonies fade as you finish your verse.

Just an older EG instrument that I thought someone might find interesting because of the loresong. Some part of that fit you? get it altered to match!



a flawless wood cornett -

As you sing to the cornett, your melody evokes various impressions from the wood. The smell of cinnamon rolls drifts past, and the image of the pure ivory disk of Liabo's full face forms briefly before your eyes. Caressed by silvery-white moonlight, you observe a black-eyed dwarven man finishing the last touches on the creation of his wood cornett. The fragile vision dissolves almost as quickly as it came.

Your magical song delves into the nature of the cornett, evoking the image of a pale burghal gnome man. The man is smoking a cigar and wears a handfasting cord. Shadows stretch along the winding trade road as the burghal gnome man barters the wood cornett from the same dwarven man that you observed before. The sound of hissing steam surrounds you as the image fades away.

Harmonies echo from the heart of your cornett, and those harmonies swell around you, guiding you into a vision. You see a storm-lashed sailing vessel, and the burghal gnome man kneels upon the proud ship's deck playing the wood cornett. A throng of cask makers listens, responding to the flirtatiousness evident in the careful music. The vision ends as you finish your verse.

The resonances of the wood cornett flow over you as sensory impressions. You hear someone sorting papers and smell burning cloth before the magic of your loresong draws you into a vision. Palm trees sway with the night wind as the burghal gnome man squats beside a white-haired burghal gnome boy. A distinct family resemblance is obvious in their features. Accelerating music rises from the wood cornett in the boy's hands. When the boy finishes the song, the boy starts to return the cornett to the burghal gnome man, but the burghal gnome man shakes his head and folds the boy's hands firmly around the cornett. The image dissolves away.

You sing to the cornett, but receive only the normal harmonies of wood in return. You sense that sharing the gender of the cornett's creator permitted you to coax more lore from it than someone of the opposite sex could have done. The harmonies fade as you finish your verse.



a silver-washed yew tambourine edged with short glaes-beaded fringe -

As you sing to the tambourine, you receive a faint impression of the smell of leather oil, but you can untangle no real meaning with your magic.

The sound of a quill scratching over parchment swirls around you in response to your song.

Briefly, you hear careful tambourine music, but then it is gone.

The image of an underground hideout materializes briefly before you, but it fades without vouchsafing any information.

You sing to the tambourine, but receive only the normal harmonies of yew in return. You sense that you might have coaxed more lore from the instrument if your race were the same as that of its previous owner. The harmonies fade as you finish your verse.



a gnomish elm crumhorn -

As you sing to the crumhorn, you receive a faint impression of the smell of cacao, but you can untangle no real meaning with your magic.

The sound of a roc's ear-splitting shriek swirls around you in response to your song.

Briefly, you hear crescendoing crumhorn music, but then it is gone.

The image of a rat-infested sewer tunnel materializes briefly before you, but it fades without vouchsafing any information.

You sing to the crumhorn, but receive only the normal harmonies of elm in return. You sense that no one could have learned more about the instrument's history than you learned. The harmonies fade as you finish your verse.


Looking for horn-type instruments with loresongs or just an interesting look/metal in them.. thanks


I also have a master quality "a bleached sandalwood ayr inlaid with thin strips of ivory" - since there aren't necessarily a ton of tehir items around, I figured I'd let someone offer me a trade or sale before I turned it into a lyre or something. thanks