FORD624
Instruments
12/11/2011 09:21 AM CST
a ruby-inlaid modwir flute case
>look in my case
In the modwir flute case you see a gilded white birch flute.
-under a lb
-wears on belt
-opens/closes
-You estimate that a ruby-inlaid modwir flute case can store a very small amount with enough space for a few items.
-look at my flute
Elegant lines of gold and silver course over the surface of the fine white flute. The instrument is perfectly straight and well-carved, with no aspect that seems untouched by a master's crafting, and a tiny diamond has been set in the silver cap on each end. Inlaid gold script running along the underside of the flute reads, "A truer friend there never was. May the Gods themselves sing when this flute sings with you."
-This is a small item, under a pound.
-From the pitch of the vibration you determine that the purpose of the flute is a woodwind instrument.
-The item seems well contructed and resonates in response to your song indicating that it is in tune.
-The harmonics of your song probe deep into the flute to determine that it is an average quality musical instrument
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a pair of primitive brass finger cymbals
-As you sing to the cymbals, your melody evokes various impressions from the brass. The smell of cinnamon drifts past, and the image of an enormous oak forms briefly before your eyes. Upon a mossy boulder beneath the oak, you observe a bald human woman making a gesture of blessing over her brass finger cymbals. The fragile vision dissolves almost as quickly as it came.
-Your magical song delves into the nature of the cymbals, evoking the image of a fat giantman woman. The woman is surrounded by a dim dancing aura and wears a green leather headband. Red sap weeps from two eyes carved into a tree trunk as the giantman woman demands the brass finger cymbals from the same human woman that you observed before. The sound of a drunken voice calling merrily upon Cholen surrounds you as the image fades away.
-Harmonies echo from the heart of your cymbals, and those harmonies swell around you, guiding you into a vision. You see a cozy cigar shop, and the giantman woman squats in the shop playing the brass finger cymbals. A circle of fisherfolk listens, responding to the jubilance evident in the accelerating music. The vision ends as you finish your verse.
-The resonances of the brass finger cymbals flow over you as sensory impressions. You hear someone biting into an apple and smell mint before the magic of your loresong draws you into a vision. You see a snowy field, and, in the field, the giantman woman and a short-haired human woman are locked together in combat. In a critical moment, the giantman woman's guard slips, and that moment is fatal. The human woman watches with an expression of mockery on her face as the giantman woman dies. Then, the human woman searches the body and claims a pair of brass finger cymbals from it. The image dissolves away.
-You sing to the cymbals, but receive only the normal harmonies of brass in return. You sense that sharing the race of the cymbals's previous owner permitted you to coax more lore from it than someone of another race could have done. The harmonies fade as you finish your verse.
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a curly-grained light tan maple mandolin
-3 lbs
-neck stringed
-The item seems well contructed and resonates in response to your song indicating that it is in tune.
-The harmonics of your song probe deep into the mandolin to determine that it is an average quality musical instrument.
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a stained reddish-gold case
-look in case:
In the reddish-gold case you see a pair of copper finger cymbals.
-stores med amount with any number of items
-opens/closes
-5 lbs
a pair of shell-trimmed copper finger cymbals
-As you sing to the cymbals, you receive a faint impression of the smell of cooking bacon, but you can untangle no real meaning with your magic.
-The sound of hearty laughter swirls around you in response to your song.
-Briefly, you hear fast cymbals music, but then it is gone.
-The image of a pristine chapel materializes briefly before you, but it fades without vouchsafing any information.
-You sing to the cymbals, but receive only the normal harmonies of copper 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.
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a smooth red cedar tambourine
-As you sing to the tambourine, your melody evokes various impressions from the red cedar. The smell of animal hides drifts past, and the image of a pile of boulders forms briefly before your eyes. Beside the boulders, you observe a swarthy halfling woman polishing her newly crafted red cedar tambourine to a gentle gleam. The fragile vision dissolves almost as quickly as it came.
-Your magical song delves into the nature of the tambourine, evoking the image of a plump giantman man. The man is plain and wears a garnet lute pendant. A sudden breeze blows dandelion seeds in all directions as the giantman man barters the red cedar tambourine from the same halfling woman that you observed before. The sound of hissing steam surrounds you as the image fades away.
-Harmonies echo from the heart of your tambourine, and those harmonies swell around you, guiding you into a vision. You see a hill covered with blackberry briars, and the giantman man sits among the thorny briars playing the red cedar tambourine. A few balladeers listen to the giantman man's enchanting music with expressions of shame on their faces. The vision ends as you finish your verse.
-The resonances of the red cedar tambourine flow over you as sensory impressions. You hear a girl screaming hysterically and smell mint before the magic of your loresong draws you into a vision. You see a harvest festival, and, at the edge of the festival grounds, the giantman man and a brown-eyed erithian man are locked together in combat. In a critical moment, the giantman man's guard slips, and that moment is fatal. The erithian man watches with an expression of elation on his face as the giantman man dies. Then, the erithian man searches the body and claims a smooth red cedar tambourine from it. The image dissolves away.
-You sing to the tambourine, but receive only the normal harmonies of red cedar in return. You sense that sharing the race of the tambourine's previous owner permitted you to coax more lore from it than someone of another race could have done. The harmonies fade as you finish your verse.
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a time-worn ash lysard
-As you sing to the lysard, your melody evokes various impressions from the ash. The smell of mirtokh potion drifts past, and the image of a dingy alley forms briefly before your eyes. In the alley, you observe a brown-skinned halfling woman gesturing mystically over her ash lysard. The fragile vision dissolves almost as quickly as it came.
-Your magical song delves into the nature of the lysard, evoking the image of a deformed aelotoi man. The man is aged and wears a pair of silver and blue quartz bracelets. Tadpoles swim lazily in a slow-moving river as the aelotoi man barters the ash lysard from the same halfling woman that you observed before. The sound of hand bells surrounds you as the image fades away.
-Harmonies echo from the heart of your lysard, and those harmonies swell around you, guiding you into a vision. You see a freshly hoed garden, and the aelotoi man kneels at the edge of the garden playing the ash lysard. A band of blacksmiths listens, responding to the interest evident in the accelerating music. The vision ends as you finish your verse.
-The resonances of the ash lysard flow over you as sensory impressions. You hear convulsive sneezing and smell rotting food before the magic of your loresong draws you into a vision. Dragonflies hover among swaying green reeds as the aelotoi man listens to a brown-skinned human woman. As the human woman speaks, conflicting emotions race through the aelotoi man's expression, coalescing into pure rapture as the human woman finishes. Overwhelmed by emotion, the aelotoi man casts the ash lysard aside, and a physical shock runs through you as the lysard is abandoned. The image dissolves away.
-You sing to the lysard, but receive only the normal harmonies of ash in return. You sense that your skill with the lysard permitted you to coax more lore from it than an unskilled player could have done. The harmonies fade as you finish your verse.
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a fancy yew shawm with black walnut rimming the fingerholes
-As you sing to the shawm, your melody evokes various impressions from the yew. The smell of old canvas drifts past, and the image of a colorful garden forms briefly before your eyes. In the garden, you observe a titian-haired halfling woman admiring her newly crafted yew shawm. The fragile vision dissolves almost as quickly as it came.
-Your magical song delves into the nature of the shawm, evoking the image of a sinewy human woman. The woman is surrounded by a deep blue glow and wears ornate piercings along both ears. Pale bog lights dance giddy patterns through the air as the human woman coerces the yew shawm from the same halfling woman that you observed before. The sound of someone biting into an apple surrounds you as the image fades away.
-Harmonies echo from the heart of your shawm, and those harmonies swell around you, guiding you into a vision. You see a rocky field, and the human woman sits at the edge of the field playing the yew shawm. A meeting of cooks listens, responding to the hope evident in the flashy music. The vision ends as you finish your verse.
-The resonances of the yew shawm flow over you as sensory impressions. You hear a voice asking for Tilamaire's teachings and smell peaches before the magic of your loresong draws you into a vision. You see an ancient lighthouse, and, on the beach near the lighthouse, the human woman crouches very near a sinewy halfling woman. The human woman holds the yew shawm, and her eyes are locked to the halfling woman's as she draws flowing music from the shawm. Suddenly, a third person arrives. You can ascertain nothing of this person's nature except that this third person is a source of fear for the human woman. The human woman flees, abandoning the yew shawm to the halfling woman. The image dissolves away.
-You sing to the shawm, but receive only the normal harmonies of yew 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.
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a pair of elven copper finger cymbals inlaid with crystal
-As you sing to the cymbals, you receive a faint impression of the smell of brimstone, but you can untangle no real meaning with your magic.
-The sound of a frenzied voice shrieking the praises of Amasalen swirls around you in response to your song.
-Briefly, you hear measured cymbals music, but then it is gone.
-Loresing cymbals in my hand;what's thy special ability of this land
-The image of the pure ivory disk of Liabo's full face materializes briefly before you, but it fades without vouchsafing any information.
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