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Screensize: 640 x 480 800 x 600 1024 x 768 1280 x 1024 UserName: Password: Format Mode: Basic  Help  Prompt  Format: Font Andale Mono Arial Arial Black Book Antiqua Century Gothic Comic Sans MS Courier New Georgia Impact Lucida Console Script MT Bold Stencil Tahoma Times New Roman Trebuchet MS Verdana   Size 1 2 3 4 5 6   Color Black Red Yellow Pink Green Orange Purple Blue Beige Brown Teal Navy Maroon LimeGreen Message: * HTML is OFF * Forum Code is ON Smilies [quote][i]Originally posted by sleyvas[/i] [br]In a dark room in the bowels of candlekeep, a sudden pearlescent glow infused a crystalline orb held between the forged metal teeth of smiling faerie dragon figurines with purple chrome bodies and individualized, stained glass, butterfly wings. The interior of the crystal ball appeared to be filled with swirling pink smoke reminiscent of feydrake breath. Slowly, within the depths of the orb could be seen a pair of objects floating. The first, a book with a red leatherish hide could be seen "flapping" its pages in a poor immitation of a mouth speaking. The other, a floating, adamantine sai whose tsuka, or hilt, wagged animatedly, back and forth and left and right, shaking the eye of Auppenser at the book as if it were in conversation. Abruptly, a burst of sound began to appear from the orb, carrying the words of these two sentient constructs into the black shelves of the ancient library. "I tell you, you old windbag, I SAW it with my inner eye. It was exactly as the historical text described, and it was laying right there in the horde of Shadintobracculus the BlackBreath in the Nardark caverns of Irronther. It was the Saurian Snifter of Salubrious Smellsong". "I didn't say that I disbelieved ya, ya arrogant excuse for a dulled thinblade, Ater all, just how many short stemmed, blended quartz goblets shaped like a hornhead noggin can possibly exist in the world." "It's in Abeir", corrected the [i]"must be always right"[/i] sai. "WILL YOU LET ME FINISH BEFORE INTERRUPTING ME", yelled the floating book, clearly exasperated at this point. "What I said was, do you really think we should invade a Narrendrow banshee stronghold allied with the Eminence of Araunt? All of that just to gain access to a shadow dragon ghost's lair to get an enchanted whiskey tumbler THAT NONE OF US CAN USE. The last time we went there, we were followed all the way to the Shimmergate of Seluneira in the Undermoon Paths by dark elf assassins. The shadow fey on the moon were less than pleased with us, and almost didn't want to let us use the portal to return to Toril." Rather than answer the question, the sai simply responded matter of factly, "Mystra requires it". As the book began to shake in uncontrolled rage, a blue-tinged, semitransparent woman appeared in the air. "You know Lorey's right Sleyvas. I received it in a dreamvision from Deneir that the divine artifact of Finder must be recovered and returned to the Saurials." The book turned toward the weaveghost of Lady Jillian Doncastle, mage-priestess of Deneir, and his daughter by troth from a son lost to him. He was obviously exasperated as he responded simply "YOU... DON'T .... SLEEP...." before finally making a "huffing" sound that was clearly impossible since he didn't breathe, and then uttering "FINE .... but how by Hoar's Haranguing Hammer do you think we can get the shadow ellefolk to let us use the Shimmergate between worlds again?" On that, an impish smile crossed the face of the dead maiden, "Are you kidding me? Those artistic dilettantes on the moon will leap at a chance to [i]"smell"[/i] an inebriated opera sung by a saurial priest-bard of Finder enhanced by magic tinged by their own campestri spore brandy." The book looked crestfallen. He knew he had lost yet again. Secretly he smiled at the thought of gallivanting off on yet another adventure in service to the Crimson Cavalier, known to him as the goddess of spell tactics. ********************************** Ok, I felt like writing that up.... but I have not put a second of thought into what powers this divine artifact of Finder should have, other than that it should enhance "smellsong" or the "singing" of Saurials. Just for the pure fun of it, I open the floor to anyone to give ideas. Or if the Saurian Snifter of Salubrious Smellsong isn't of interest to you... does the description of the faerie dragon inspired crystal ball at the beginning bring any ideas to mind. Name? History? Abilities? [/quote]   Check here to include your profile signature. Check here to subscribe to this topic.