Soft velvet black wand harness
I am selling this item for a friend. It was a T6 at an EG several years ago. When found it had a bug and when the GM came to fix it he said that he only knew of one other one in the lands.
It is a soft velvet black wand harness lined with emerald-hued silk. The harness will hold 5 wands and maybe rods not sure so I will have to check; and and in about 5 hours of game time place 20 charges into all 5 items in the harness.
It cannot be deepened, she tried, and there is no analyze verb on it. It is as light as it can get.
There is a special loresong for it:
"Harness whose vibrations I can feel
Your original value now reveals
You that are so cunning wrought
At what price were you bought?"
You observe carefully as the barely visible weave of your music's magic surrounds the black wand harness, your trained eye watching for the slight flickers that will tell you more about the item than meets the eye. It quickly responds to the melody's caress, giving out the impression that it weighs close to 1 pounds. You also notice the harmony begin to glow just where it runs closest to the surface of the harness, a sure sign of magical properties. Before you can learn any more, the song's last notes fade into silence.
You song lifts and swirls around the black wand harness, coaxing secrets and stories from it, enticing the item to respond to the music's hypnotic dance. It lays silent for a few moments, as if it is basking in the melody's touch. Then it begins to respond, progression. At once, you feel the weight of it again, as if you can visibly count the 1 pounds laying within your hands. Then you begin to sense a hunger from the harness, as if it is enduring an emptiness almost too pervasive to bear. At the same time, the sensation is one of physical longing, the whole of it mixed with the shivery feeling of wild magic. The sound of your melody ends, leaving you almost shaking with lingering desire. However, you have no idea what would fulfill such an insubstantial craving.
You get right down to business, weaving your melody into a finely honed arrow sent whistling around the black wand harness with no tolerance for evasion. The humble harness almost seems to shiver as the wave of music overtakes it, sending out the -- by now -- familiar weight and magic responses. Then, once again you feel the hunger, its pangs catching you unprepared even though you half expected it.
Unexpectedly, the next moment unleashes images with such vividness and clarity, they leave you almost breathless. You're enveloped by a mound, no, a mountain of wands! They lay about you in great heaps that would dwarf a...well, a dwarf! They glimmer in the light, the varied tones of silver, copper, blue, gold, ruby and sapphire creating a dizzy swirl of color. You sense an overwhelming delight, as if the surrounding wealth of magical rods is truly the most desirable treasure imaginable.As the last notes of your song linger, then fade, so does the vision, leaving a last glimmer of silver and gold before it is swept away like a thin layer of tissuey parchment.
You lift your music, calling to the harness with all your innate and accumulated experience with song. It shivers again, and you watch the magic within it arc and dance across the plaintive weave of your harmony. The same hunger is still evident, and in fact, it seems to have been exacerbated with the enticement of the music. Again, you see the mountains of wands, laying glimmering in a sweet, half-light with golden tones. Then, that vision sweeps away like an arrow hurtling past your cheek.
You find yourself in a small chamber, its windows caked with grim and shadows stalking the corners like hungry, feral cats. A figure sits before a single candle, its flame fighting back the gloom with a shuddering flicker. You recognize the figure as a halfling. He runs his hands over a harness, identical to the one you hold. You watch as he mutters a few unrecognizable words, followed by a brilliant flash of light. As the glow glimmers and slowly fades into the harness, you are suddenly overcome with such a flood of insatiable hunger, you reel with dizziness.
Once you find your equilibrium once again, the vision has vanished, as have the stanzas of your song. You gaze down at the nondescript harness laying in curve of your hands.
She has some attachment to it so she is setting the bid price high as she does not have to sell it but is interested in something else so she would be willing to part with it for the proper amount.
That being said, MB is set at 45M.
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