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Description:
I do not have an obsession over the word 'tessellate', I promise.
SHORT: a mithril band
EXTENDED: This fine mithril ring has a simple yet elegant design. Along the face of the ring graceful warhawks are carved, each of the six in a different stage of flight. Silver inlays emphasise the strong yet delicate nature of their wings. When worn, this band symbolizes a Paladin's dedication to Guild and
Church.
It weighs 1 ounce(s).
It's an old Paladin guild item, and I've had it for almost as long as Antonius has existed as a character.
Then it's probably the 600 credits worth of custom scabbards, two each of two designs (plus non-decay and resetting - 150 credits per scabbard):
For my rapiers:
SHORT: a thin ivory dragon scabbard
EXTENDED: Brightly polished ivory has been used to craft this elegant scabbard. Long and thin, it is intended to hang from a sword belt and hold a rapier. The upper half has been decorated with a carving of an imposing dragon, its long body and tail wrapping around the scabbard's body. The head of the dragon merges into the scabbard itself to form its throat, and the mouth of the dragon is open wide to accept the sword's blade. The scabbard's lower half has been decorated with intricate, twisting
designs etched into the ivory surface.
Was never quite happy with the wording, I rewrote it so many times and I'm still not sure I managed to accurately describe what I was picturing in my head.
And for my broadswords:
SHORT: a dark red scabbard embossed with a gold warhawk
EXTENDED: Wide enough to hold a broadsword, this scabbard may be hung upon a sword belt or worn across the wearer's back. The body of the scabbard has been fashioned from dark red leather, while the throat and tip have been reinforced with gold. Upon one side of the scabbard, an exquisitely recreated warhawk is embossed in gold. Surrounding the warhawk in a diamond formation, four words have been lettered in gold: "Honour," "Duty," "Devotion," and "Loyalty."
Dropped descriptions for both are pretty boring from what I remember, so won't bother finding/posting those. The second scabbard description is based on my (rather vague) memory of what the old, old Paladin guild scabbards looked like - the ones before those awful metallic blue scabbards.
Third is the combined suit of armour consisting of the actual fullplate, then plate pieces - gauntlets, bracers, greaves and boots - that continue the theme and have similar designs.
Results of disembowel testing | Knight limb counter | GMCP AB files
a twisted platinum torque
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.
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Also I've had a Naga cane as part of Halios's persona for a long time. I recently had one non-decayed and resetting, but I'm torn between customizing it for him, or just leaving it as-designed as tribute to the guild/house he came out of.
You are wielding a polished, caliginous cane in your left hand.
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More recently, his seastrider. I've put about... 1.5-2k credits into it so far with weapons, crew, customizations, and housing rooms. Cheers to @Taraus and others for being good proponents of ships and their benefits.
APPEARANCE:
an etched glass tumbler
DROPPED:
Light plays across the etched glass surface of a tumbler.
EXAMINED:
The thick glass of this tumbler possesses a blueish hue, and upon that surface a
panorama of the sky has been delicately etched. A stylised depiction of the sun
rests upon one side of the tumbler, painted with gold, and a silvered crescent
moon on the opposite. In between, many-pointed stars are scattered across the
glass sky, forming intricate constellations.
It weighs 6 ounce(s).
Moonshine sloshes about in it.
There are [any number of] sips remaining[, depending on the current phase of the Moon].
I just traded in my trusty whip because the Whip of Taming is not bashingly hax-a-licious anymore, but I'll probably reuse this description when I get a lash. The ivory and blue were Apollyon motifs.
Beyond that, various nondecay items: some Order stuff from Sartan/Apollyon, some other old Mhaldorian things, multifarious bling from theft victims. There's a banded black collar of utterly unknown provenance (probably somebody just put nondecay on a guild item) that I've long enjoyed wearing.
Ironically, I have never customized my bow because I've never been fully satisfied with anything I've come up with. But I can't deny that it's a perennial favorite object. Some Admin had a sense of humor when they made it descend on a disc of light while I was raiding Shallam.
I swear, one day I will fill that with all the other Divine. Just you wait and see! *shakefist*
If I can make daemons appear from the infernal plane, I'm pretty sure I can trap some souls bro.
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.
a meteoric iron scabbard
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.
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 pendant
Examined: 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.
That love soon might end You are unbreaking
And be known in its aching Though quaking
Shown in this shaking Though crazy
Lately of my wasteland, baby That's just wasteland, baby
searchnews poetry a herenicus
a bloodsteel talon
That is my favourite item of all
Six inches from stem to tip, this long feather was plucked from an Atavian's wing. Pure white and silky smooth to the touch, its pristine condition speaks of loving care or some supernatural quality.
It weighs 0 ounce(s).
It means a lot to me as a sentimental item, but also because it's OP.
Dropped:
Examined:
a rugged looking onyx band
Dropped:
Examined:
Worn:
I received it upon entering Matsuhama's order. You had to have some decent combat chops to be considered, so being allowed in was a validating experience. As part of the process I wrote a book, A Warrior's Guide to Defence, which, while rushed and poorly edited, was the culmination of a lot of practice and was a good marker of the progress I'd made. And then just after I was inducted, as a sort of hazing ritual, Matsuhama sent me to NoT and offered 50k to the first person to beat me in a duel. I won five in a row against people who thought I'd be easy pickings before facing Tanris. We fought for twenty minutes, with him in both Dragon and Occie, before OOC concerns made me have to call it quits and qq. It was a memorable and thoroughly Achaean experience. Moments like those are why people come back to MUDs even with everything graphical games offer.
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.
(Blades of Valour): Draekar says: "Synbios if sunbeams sparkle off that I'll kill you where you stand."
(Party) Halos says, "Disbar?"
(Party) Draekar says, "You know here we have disbar."
(Party) Draekar says, "And over there we have datbar."
If you count it as a sort of metaphorical "possession", Tael's fluency in Vertani is also, to me, a really neat thing.
Any other stuff I could live with losing, but those four things would be really rough.
Phantom Victory:
a stygian wrist sheath: Fashioned of exceedingly supple yet resilient kidskin, the straps of this sheath perfectly accommodate any wrist. It fits snugly to the forearm without hindering the wearer's movement in any way. The construction of the sheath allows for the dirk stored within to be drawn with a mere flick of the wrist. Dyed the colour of stygian night and delicately tooled with stylized death adders, this item completes any Naga's attire.
an asymmetrical mask of unpolished silver: The thin silver of this fitted mask has been left unpolished and shows significant tarnishing. Covering the left eye, the mask narrows as it sweeps down across the nose, widening again to cover the right half of the mouth and face and terminating just as it reaches the jaw. The surface of the mask is smooth, broken only by a simplified facsimile of a human eye and half a pair of expressionless lips.