"Interesting..." He raised his fan high into the air, "700."
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"Interesting..." He raised his fan high into the air, "700."
"Next up lovers, we have The Raven! This bad boy won't stand upon your chamber door if you don't want it to, and for a limited time you get two for the price of one!"Quote:
Ciato Orlouge purchases the Taste of Jomil:
Taste of Jomil: This sword has been made of top quality mithiril with a distinct blue hue. Along the each side of the blade is etched an image of the goddess of its namesake. On one side is a motherly image of her representing birth, while the other a gaunt hallow image of eventual death. This blade can cast one of two powerful magics each day.
- Reap - For twenty feet around the wielder a blue dome descends. For three posts death is paused and it is impossible to die within. All damage is dealt like normal, and people can still be incapacitated, but no life is lost. At the end of the three posts death returns and claims anything owing. Leaving the area will also cause death to claim his dues.
- Sow – The blade emits a powerful pulse of healing energy, causing anyone within five feet to be healed back to near perfect health. Missing limbs can be reattached (not regrown), cuts and breaks mended and rot or contagion purified.
Gold has been deducted, please link to this post as proof of purchase.
2x The Raven:
A small metal raven, expertly painted to resemble the real thing. It can fly around and generally be awesome. It can be used as a distraction through a psycho-kinetic link with the owner that allows he or she to control where it flies. It also contains as small amount of gunpowder and a weak poison, which can detonate and spray the poison for a foot around it. If it makes skin contact it causes nausea for a post. It is enchanted to recombine overnight.
"Shall we start the bidding at 200?"
"200!" the translator said.
"Yo, 300!" Philomel yelled.
"400"
"500!"
600
"700, please."
Dangnabbit, she thought.
"750!"
Skie frowned as she glanced to the faun. "775." she said, determined.
Firmly Philomel folded her arms across her chest.
"800."
Gritting her teeth, Skie raised her hand again. "825."
((I believe because Philomel waited so long to re-bid, that the prize actually goes to Skie and Avery for 700 GP, as it took Phi 5 days to reply back. Correct me if I am wrong on this Hysteria, please))
Ah I just popped in because Hysteria had not annouced it closed. I was actually awaiting some results of a judgement to see if I could get the money but Amanda, you can have it dear at 700 ... or
Since it comes with two of the ravens, I will pay you 400 for one? :D
Out of Character:
Skie and Avery gets:
2x The Raven:
A small metal raven, expertly painted to resemble the real thing. It can fly around and generally be awesome. It can be used as a distraction through a psycho-kinetic link with the owner that allows he or she to control where it flies. It also contains as small amount of gunpowder and a weak poison, which can detonate and spray the poison for a foot around it. If it makes skin contact it causes nausea for a post. It is enchanted to recombine overnight.
Gold has been removed. Please link to this thread as proof of purchase!
I'll get the next item up shortly!
"I'm back!" shouted Jack, his face twisted into his customary smile, "did you miss me? I didn't, but then I'm emotionally detached!"
The silence was louder than words could be, but Jack seemed unphased.
"Today I am happy to announce that we will continue with the auctions, with a new item coming out every month. Today is the first in the seven deadly sins items!"
"As a bit of a bonus, these items come with pictures! Why does a fantasy setting need pictures of weapons they are carrying? Who knows!"
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.
- Peirce - 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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"Starting price, 200 gold! Let's bid up a winner!"
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"200!" shouted Remedy
Izvilvin was also there, shopping!
"300!"
(awesome item idea)
Logan nodded at the item. "350," he said raising his hand.
Izvilvin hissed in tremendous rage like a terrible snake creature.
"400!"
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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"Next up with have another weapon, which I do believe is my favorite Sin by far... Greed!"
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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
"400."
Stalt placed a handful of coins on the table of the Auction house as the serving girl placed his drink next to him. The problem with these upscale places was, they never carried lower end drinks like grog, mead, or ale. In situations like that, Tobias had learned to tolerate the ritzier drinks. In this particular instance, he fancied a Beaujolais from the northeastern region of Corone. It smelled of deep berries and black currant, a subdued fruity aroma that set his taste buds ablaze.
This weapon piqued his interest, if only for it's combat utility.
I quickly did the change from metric to Coronian Imperial, and clicked my tongue in disapproval. I owned bracelets as a child that were bigger than the amount of gold that sword could create.
But that first trick it could do, though...
Raising two fingers into the air, I made my bid. "Five fifty."
Tobias sipped gingerly at his glass, a smirk creeping across his features. When Madison upped the ante, it was all he could do to contain his excitement. A battle was about to begin, not of blades so much as coins.
"600," he slurred.
"700!" said Talen.
"Eight hundred," I said.
And a punch to Stalt's kidneys if he raises the bid, I muttered under my breath.
"One thousand," Tobias winked at Freebird, savoring the flavor of his vintage. A blade's a blade, but gold I can't pocket isn't worth my own gold. We'll have to see how this plays out.
"Sold! to the man who knows not what he's agreed to!" shouted Jack, more than a little pleased with his pun.
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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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"Next up my dear friends we have the wonderful sin that is Sloth! Bidding starts at 200!"
Sloth -
Sloth is, for most of the time, the length of a short spear. The majority of the shaft is wound into a tight coil which can be released in a sudden explosion of force and extends it's length to five metres. The tip of the spear is able to pierce finely crafted Prevalida plate mail. The spear itself is the strength of Titanium. Sloth was crafted by a dwarven outcast Doreena Blackhearth. Doreena was known for mixing magic and metal with radical, often disastrous effect. To use the powerful attack offered by Sloth, the wielder must be standing still, and their feet become locked in place until the weapon re-coils itself. The attack takes just a second, while it takes five to re-coil. As a note of warning, a few people have tried bracing the spear against their chests and let their immobilized feet take the force. Some of those people have experienced being skewed with the blunt end of a spear. One must be able to direct the spear using great strength, less it be thrown wide.
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Here's the official tally for the Tarot Vault! http://www.althanas.com/world/showth...0549-The-Vault!
"I'll go 200 for Sloth." Said Talen in an apparent pity bid.
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