Logan smirked as he clung to the bow he recently purchased on the Black Market. He eyed Izvilvin as he calmly stated, "450."
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Logan smirked as he clung to the bow he recently purchased on the Black Market. He eyed Izvilvin as he calmly stated, "450."
Eyes near-exploding from the most white-hot, terrible rage, steam poured from Izvilvin's ears. It was yellow, because Q-Tips are not very common on Althanas. Maybe you should auction some of those.
"475!"
He shook his fist at his counterpart. This was a battle for the ages.
Calm lined the psion's features as he began to polish the bow. He peeked up after a few moments of lingering patience. "500."
It was certainly a battle, but it was one he intended to win.
Izvilvin melted into a puddle of mud in the center of the room, defeated and broken, and also somehow magically enchanted to turn into mud.
You haven't seen the last of me, dammit, he cursed muddily.
Vince raised a gloved hand, "750 my good man."
Surprise!
"775!"
I need this, Phi suddenly realised.
"900!"
The Tarot Hierarchy bids 1000 gold from our vault
"Sold for 1000!" shouted Jack with his customary smile curled across his face.
Lust
Lust is a black Delyn short sword with an unusually long hilt able to be gripped with two hands, while being light enough to be used with one. Lust was crafted by a dwarven outcast Doreena Blackhearth. Doreena was known for mixing magic and metal with radical, often disastrous effect. Lust constantly yearns of the pleasure of battle and spilt blood. When it is drawn, no matter the reason, it must draw blood. If it does not, the sword will not return to its sheath, instead sending spikes out from the hilt and into its wielder's hand. In return, Lust uses powerful magic to strike down those that would stand against its wielder.
- Touch of Lust - Copious amounts of dark red blood from the wounds inflicted by Lust over the years coats the blade. The blood burns anything it touches, causing wound strikes by the blade to be extraordinarily painful. In addition, the blood drips off the blade and will splash and be flicked around during the fight. The blood lasts for two posts, and can be called forth twice a day. The burns can be described as second degree.
- Pierce - Four copies of Lust burst out from the sword and descend on a target. The swords are the same metal strength as Lust and with the force of a thrown spear. They will disappear after the attack. The copies will change direction slightly (around 45 degrees left/right and up/down) to seek their target. Lust can perform this twice a day.
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Out of Character:
"Next up with have another weapon, which I do believe is my favorite Sin by far... Greed!"
Out of Character:
Greed
Greed is a golden cutlass of Delyn strength with a fine gold mesh across the hand guard. Greed was crafted by a dwarven outcast Doreena Blackhearth. Doreena was known for mixing magic and metal with radical, often disastrous effect. Those that wield Greed feel cold and empty afterwards. The price for this weapon's power is a loss of the warmth of the soul.
- Blind - The surface of Greed lights up with a blinding flash of light. All those within a few metres are dazzled by the display and will often take a short time (a post) to recover. Greed can do this three times a day, needing at least some sunlight to recharge. Beware, the caster is not immune from this, all those are blinded by Greed if they look upon it,
- Midas - The cursed king in the ancient fable would turn all he touched into gold. Greed’s power is not as extensive as that, instead this sword can coat what it touches in a thin layer of Delyn strength gold around what it touches. If used correctly this can restrict movement by targeting joints or the like, however given the multifaceted uses possible this is just the tip. The gold will last a decent time (two posts) before crumbling away to powder and covers an surface area of thirty centimeters. This can be used five times a day.
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"If you end up with this sword, for the love of the Thaynes, don't touch the sword to your face. Ever seen a guy asphyxiate on gold? Hell of a sight. Starting bid, 300!"
"350!" Shouted Talen