Item:Intricately ivyworked song scroll
| intricately ivyworked song scroll | |
|---|---|
| Look: | This is a Bardic scroll, inscribed with the non-magical Bard song "Our Villain". It must be studied to be used. If it is being read by another, no one but that person can study it. |
| Weight: | 5 stones |
| Metal: | Unknown |
| Appraised Cost: | 8,478 Kronars6,782.4 Lirums <br />6,117.725 Dokoras <br />8.478 LTBpoints <br />8.478 Tickets <br />8.478 Scrips <br /> |
| Properties: | This is an item.
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| Dimensions: | 2 length x 1 width x 1 height |
| Sources: | Source is Drogor Shrine |
The scroll is scripted: appraisal notes that it "may require a specialized alterer to modify it, or may not be alterable at all."
Sources
Released on 14 November 2026. Besides the Drogor Shrine at Hollow Eve Festival 458, the scroll is a semi-permanent rare treasure drop: it can come from champion egg sacks, boxes, or as a random drop from any creature that normally drops treasure.
Song
You quietly proclaim, "Hear now 'Our Villain', a tale from the time of Wild Magics, by Casari Tyrsin."
You sing in a tenor voice:
- "A boy of obscure origins he can't recall,
- His family unknown to him at all.
- His fate laid ahead without regard for his desires,
- But for the agony at his downfall.
- Through pure jade he gazed upon a world he adored,
- His heart opened wide to its allure.
- To seek out the memories inscribed in every fire,
- A pain to be found always assured.
- His pain was assured..."
You angrily lament the chorus as you sing in a tenor voice:
- "Our villain, he walks on a star-gilded road,
- Forever a beacon of hatred and cold.
- Our villain, for his bloody deeds he'll be known
- And never be seen as our savior.
- ...No."
You sing in a tenor voice:
- "Long years he did travel of a count we'll not hear,
- Collecting the echoes of cheer.
- A world of pure joy in balance for all time,
- Until progress taught its core to fear.
- A message for all was his duty not to hide,
- Damage to this garden he decried.
- But few who would hear him and fewer would align,
- His patrons the multitudes defied."
You sing in a tenor voice:
- "A girl from nowhere the same message she did bring,
- United their stories could sing.
- Until they were challenged by savage design,
- The boy's control untimely shattering.
- The truth growing through him transfigured flesh to stone,
- From gods above he was disowned.
- His once amber strands were then taken by the vine.
- No deed on this world could atone.
- No way to atone."
You forcefully shout the chorus as you sing in a tenor voice:
- "Our villain, he walks on a star-gilded road,
- Forever a beacon of hatred and cold.
- Our villain, for his cruel deeds he'll be known
- And never be seen as our savior.
- No!"
You sing in a tenor voice:
- "Grim chaos transpired and infernos he blazed,
- The people he loved in great spires encased.
- No ducts for the tears to run down his tangled face,
- No way to calm his heart.
- ...Calm..."
You sing in a tenor voice:
- "A boy hidden deep in a monster did wake,
- For freedom a chance he must take.
- Subverting his masters may yet make him whole,
- Though tortured time and time and time again for his mistake.
- He would be
- Broken and stripped of all but his pure soul,
- Threatened with worse for his toil.
- Struggling to breathe calling out for our goal,
- His guidance our foe's doom might dole."
You sing in a tenor voice:
- "Finally rid of the nightmare he'd borne
- But few friends unscathed from his thorns.
- To jeering abhorrence, unwelcome he arrived,
- The loathing mass not matching his own scorn.
- To face his deceivers, a man was resolute.
- His part he could never refute.
- To the heavens he soared, at last he was alive,
- And arms wide embraced final rebuke.
- ...Embraced his rebuke.
- But he'd not be rebuked!"
You dutifully recount the chorus as you mournfully conclude in a tenor voice:
- "Now our villain, he walks on a star-gilded road,
- Forever a beacon of hatred and cold.
- Our villain, for his darkest deeds he'll be known
- And never be seen as our savior.
- For our villain, he walks on a star-gilded road,
- Forever a beacon of hatred and cold.
- Our villain, for unwilling deeds he'll be known
- And never been seen as our savior.
- ...Our savior."
A calm quiet spreads as the final notes of your song fade.