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You take off a gold lion's head pin with a soulstone clasped in the jaw.
> rub pin
Your vision wavers briefly, and for a moment you find yourself in an endless sea of blackness. Not far away, a single man clad in gleaming plate armor fights desperately against hordes of twisted humanoids.
As the vision fades, you hear a desperate voice call out, "Are there none who remember? I cannot continue this battle alone!"
You rub the pin...
It cools at the touch and darkens to a pallid grey.
Next rub:
You rub the pin...
It warms slightly and turns a steady white hue!
