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Raw platinum has been manipulated and twisted into a half-circle chiselled with the image of a colossal python with two heads. At each tip of the torque the serpentine heads rear as if they are striking a target, their maws gaping open and revealing tiny razor-sharp fangs. Suspended between the serpents is an amethyst flame which oscillates hypnotically. The wavering flame nearly touches the throat of its owner, but it does not emit heat. Instead, it casts a radiant violet hue over the flesh and is reflected in the eyes of all those who follow Vengeance.
It weighs about 1 pounds and 0 ounce(s).
It bears the distinctive mark of Antidas.
It will reset to you.
You are now wearing a twisted platinum torque.
An icy shiver races down your spine as you clasp a twisted platinum torque upon your neck. As the platinum settles against your flesh, a flame sparks to life between the two serpentine heads and begins to glow in memory of the Lady Keresis.
You remove a twisted platinum torque.
A gust of icy wind circulates around you as the flame burning in the centre of a twisted platinum torque is abruptly extinguished.
The second is my bow, written for me by @Jurixe upon request, so major props to her for the writing
an ephemeral bow of shadow in your hands
Wisps of shadow shift on the ground, trapped in the outline of a sleek bow.
Smoke and shadow interweave in a sinister union, forced by some powerful enchantment to form and maintain the outline of a sleek assassin's bow. Everything about the ethereal weapon speaks of intangibility and illusion, as though the shadows that shift and coil all through the bow might fall apart and dissipate once more into the darkness at any moment. Trapped within the rigid dimensions of the bow, the ghostly wisps seem to have a consciousness of their own, periodically forming curious shapes within the body as they twist and churn angrily in a seething, roiling, black mass. Though most of the forms appear indistinct, one particular manifestation appears the most frequently: easily identifiable as that of a sinuous death adder, it coils vengefully around the main body of the bow in true serpentine fashion before melting once more into indistinct black vapor.
You start to wield an ephemeral bow of shadow in your hands.
Tendrils of dark shadow streak towards you from all corners as you hold your hand out, twisting and weaving rapidly until a sleek bow of pure shadow forms in your grip.
You cease to wield an ephemeral bow of shadow.
You releases your grip upon your bow and let it fall, the ephemeral weapon dissipating into a plume of smoke and shadow as it hits the ground.
The hell man, I can't have a bowstring of lightning but you can have a pair of wings made of souls.
a twisted platinum torque
Inv: An inscribed oaken shield covered in cigar burns.
Examined: Hastily crafted from pieces of oak and iron, this banded
shield is about two feet in circumference. Rust has eaten holes in most of the
iron banding, affording a view of the wood beneath. It appears to have been
extensively used as an ashtray, as it is unsystematically blemished with
crusted black cigar burns. What at first appears to be an intricate pattern on
the face is, upon closer inspection, revealed to be personal notes and
affirmations about the owner. The inscriptions, however, have been written over
and crossed out so extensively that no words are legible. The boss of the
shield is missing entirely, having likely fallen off due to poor construction.
The unmarked center where the boss was once adorned now bears the name
'Talysin' in filigreed writing. Only one of the two leather enarmes remains on
the back, leaving management of this shield to only those with the most
dexterous of hands.
This bulky, cumbersome costume disguises the wearer as a seven-foot troll. Green face putty forms heavy ridges over the brow and disfigures the nose, while a greenish bald cap fits securely over the top of the head, a few strands of grey hair peeking out here and there. A suit of heavy rubber adds a great deal of weight to the chest, causing a pronounced slouch and jiggling daintily with the slightest movement, despite the dubious support of a sheer black bra with fuchsia lacing. Also stretched over the suit is a pair of fluffy pink fur thong panties, a strange contrast to the blemishes and scabs that cover nearly every surface. Completing the bizarre costume is a red ring of House Cupwr, a Year 400 medallion, a deck of Tarot cards, a pair of soft leather boots, and an elegant top hat.
It's not exactly a possession, but I must admit that as silly as it is, I take a little sense of pride from it. I was actually inactive when it was made, but I think I have Imyrr and the original Babel to thank for it.
A rough stone dais rises from the sand here, about four feet square in area. A smaller slab of stone rises from its centre, and upon that slab stands a tall statue. Looming eight feet into the air, it depicts the cloaked and hooded form of an ancient tsol'aa. The grotesquely twisted features of his face testify to countless long years of exposure to the harshest elements, warped by nameless energies and unnatural powers. Carved from purple amethysts, the eyes beneath the shadow of his stone hood depict a deep, unfathomable wisdom touched by a hint of some indescribable presence caught between total madness and transcendent enlightenment, and a bizarre third eye stares unblinkingly out from the centre of his forehead. One shrivelled hand rises to address the empty desert, and the unmistakable mark of the twin, II, is carved deeply into its back. A short inscription is carved into the base of the statue.It weighs about 375 pounds.
You read what is written on a statue of Flair:Flair Ze'dekiah, the mad prophet of the forbidden god, roamed these deserts for endless years in the days of rainbow-eyed Eris, speaking the return of the elder Chaos to his small flock of faithful. In the four hundred and seventy-sixth year after the fall of the Seleucarian Empire, he took up the third eye and extended his sight beyond the borders of cognition, breaking the black seal in the deepest cavern of the beast-worshippers and unleashing the doom of worlds.
Melodie said:Appearance: a golden necklace with a shimmering crystal orb pendantDropped: A golden necklace with a shimmering crystal orb pendant is discarded here.Examined: Golden chain links make up the majority of this simple, yet elegant necklace. Of moderate weight, the links are somewhat stylized and link together in a complex, woven pattern. The only adornment on the chain is a single, sparkling crystal sphere mounted within a small, white marble rose. Carved to look as if it is fully in bloom, the rose shimmers when moved about, a result of tiny impurities in the stone. The sphere itself gleams gently, a few motes of glowing white light dancing about within it.
The marble rose upon your necklace dims as the shining orb within suddenly stops glowing and turns an oily black colour.
You touch the darkened sphere upon your necklace and feel nothing but darkness and cold.
Appearance: a tarnished golden necklace with an oily black orb pendantExamined: Tarnished golden chain links make up the majority of this simple, yet elegant necklace. Of moderate weight, the links are somewhat stylized and link together in a complex, woven pattern. The only adornment on the chain is a single, stygian black sphere mounted within a small, white marble rose. Carved to look as if it is wilting, the rose shimmers when moved about, a result of tiny impurities in the stone. The sphere itself glistens with an oily black sheen, a few dull red motes floating about within.
"You have had an extraordinary adventure, my dear. Extraordinary! One that few people could ever imagine. Treasure it. Keep it safe and secure, tucked away in some special place in your heart. But... don't spend the rest of your days chasing a ghost."
Wait, why did it change?
I really love all the pieces I found for Tillie to wear, and the descriptions people wrote up - but come to think of it, she doesn't have any really momento-esque possessions (Lost Salvation certainly would've been, but ...*weep*)...Now I want to make well-worn dance shoes or something.
Appearance: a tacky quarterstaff covered in green glitter
Dropped: A sparkling mess of splinters and glue lies here resembling a quarterstaff.
Description: Sparkling brilliantly in any amount of light, this gaudy quarterstaff is coated in green glitter. About six feet in length, its long shaft has been constructed from a combination of splinters, sticks, twine, and copious amounts of glue. Two handles constructed from tattered leather have been attached to allow for comfortable handling when wielded. Small specks of cigar burns and ash are visible throughout its length, conferring an odour of pungent tobacco. Its craftsmanship is shoddy at best, obviously assembled in a hurry.
It weighs about 5 pounds.