Item:Gold scarab with amethyst-inset wings (4)
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| gold scarab with amethyst-inset wings (4) | |
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| Look: | Granules of gold encrust the precisely formed carapace of the scarab, trailing off at the cleverly hinged wings that hold thin slices of deep purple amethyst. Faceted sapphires form sightless eyes in the head and the smooth underside contains an inlaid sandstone eye, closed and decorated with tiny etchings of beasts. |
| Weight: | Unknown |
| Metal: | Unknown |
| Appraised Cost: | Unknown |
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| Dimensions: | ? length x ? width x ? height |
| Sources: | Source is Mind's Eye (2), Mind's Eye (1) |
G'nar Pethians can attune this scarab to a room and use the scarab to scry on the room.
- It occurs to you that you could TOUCH, WEAR or WHISPER the gold scarab.
You must WEAR the scarab to use.
- You gently touch the scarab's head, then glide your finger back along its body.
- After a moment it extends its wings with a soft whirring noise and buzzes them while it studies the area with cold, faceted eyes, then settles back into silence.
- Attunes the scarab to the room in which you are standing.
- You whisper to your scarab entreatingly.
- Through a misty veil of swirling green and gold you see...
- Then provides a description of the attuned room, as if you had PEERed into it.
When non-G'nar Pethians interact with the scarab:
- WEAR:
The scarab buzzes alarmingly as it spins in your hand to peer at you with cold, faceted eyes, evading your attempt to wear it.
You run your fingers carefully over the gleaming body of the scarab, tracing its delicate jewel-toned wings.
Various horrible visions are seen:
Your eyes begin to bleed profusely, but through the crimson flow you see a man chained to a stone wall, his head sagging down in a posture of hopelessness. Somewhere in the distance you can hear the echo of water dropping slowly onto a cold stone surface, and the stench of burnt flesh permeates the room. A cloaked figure approaches bearing glowing metal brands and begins to randomly sear the chained man's body while ignoring the screams as though deaf. The figure raises both brands and aims them at the eye sockets of the man, then everything falls away in a dizzying rush and disappears, leaving you gasping for breath on your back.
Your eyes begin to bleed profusely, but through the crimson flow you see your father bound tightly in place over a conical mound rising from a canyon floor. High cliffs of striated sandstone and granite painted with crude stick figures climb up to the sky, funneling the sun's light down mercilessly onto your father. Industrious insects march in and out of the mound in a flowing pattern that slowly eat away at his body. A contingent of ants diverts to march steadily toward you, then everything falls away in a dizzying rush and disappears, leaving you gasping for breath on your back.
Your eyes begin to bleed profusely, but through the crimson flow you see your mother begging piteously on a dusty street. The hammer blows of dry heat from the desert sun above have shriveled her gaping eye sockets and curled her lips back to expose her gums. Cracks appear in her skin and begin to stream blood, soaking the stones beneath her. She turns to you with one shaking hand outstretched and steps forward, only to slip and tumble toward the ground. Her leg snaps, bent at an awkward angle to reveal the bones, then everything falls away in a dizzying rush and disappears, leaving you gasping for breath on your back.
Your eyes begin to bleed profusely, but through the crimson flow you see a small child skipping along a dusty path that winds between sheer cliffs defaced by huge gouges and claw marks. The sound of hoof beats catches your attention, and you tense as they grow louder, heralding the approach. Bursting into view, a massive horse-like beast heads straight for the child, who continues on obliviously. The glossy black beast reaches her and rakes a blow across her body, tumbling her to the ground. It moves forward to trample the body into pulp, then everything falls away in a dizzying rush and disappears, leaving you gasping for breath on your back.
Your eyes begin to bleed profusely, but through the crimson flow you see a rotting gallows, creaking as the body suspended from a crossbeam sways in the breeze. Empty eye sockets stare out at you from a gaunt, decaying face like a wordless accusation and the body's hands and feet have been ripped off, leaving behind crusted gore and jagged bone. Staring at the corpse you notice a small trinket still decorating it. It hits you that this was a dear friend of yours, then everything falls away in a dizzying rush and disappears, leaving you gasping for breath on your back.
Your eyes begin to bleed profusely, but through the crimson flow you see your mother impaled on a blackened wooden stake. Maggots crawl and wriggle over the gaping wound in her abdomen in a feeding frenzy of still pulsing, blood-slick flesh. You see her mouth open in a soundless scream of despair, then everything falls away in a dizzying rush and disappears, leaving you gasping for breath on your back.
Your eyes begin to bleed profusely, but through the crimson flow you see your father standing before you in a pool of light, his faceted crystal eyes sparkling brilliantly. Spiraling vines appear behind him and extend their tendrils toward you, plucking at your clothes and limbs to draw you closer to the now yawning chasm of your father's mouth, filled with rows of diamond fangs. He starts to engulf your head, then everything falls away in a dizzying rush and disappears, leaving you gasping for breath on your back.
Your eyes begin to bleed profusely, but through the crimson flow you see a young boy shivering within a rusty iron cage, gazing out through dull, milky eyes toward the bubbling lava that seethes endlessly below and around his prison. Open sores ooze bilious green pus along his wasted, shriveled arms and legs, clearly visible through the tatters of fabric serving as clothing. The chain overhead breaks with a sharp crack and the cage plunges toward the molten lava, then everything falls away in a dizzying rush and disappears, leaving you gasping for breath on your back.