Weapon:Worn book displaying the title "Lanival's Dragons" in truegold filigree
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| worn book displaying the title "Lanival's Dragons" in truegold filigree | |
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| Look: | This weathered book has a faded red canvas jacket that is inset with truegold embossing. Contrasting the worn cloth, the lettering has a metallic sheen that glows a gentle gold. |
| Type: | Light Thrown \ Light Blunt |
| Range: | melee |
| Puncture: | no (0/28) |
| Slice: | poor (2/28) |
| Impact: | very heavy (10/28) |
| Fire: | no (0/28) |
| Cold: | no (0/28) |
| Electric: | no (0/28) |
| Force of Impact: | reasonably (7/17) |
| Balance: | fairly (5/17) |
| Suitedness: | soundly (8/17) |
| Construction: | extremely resistant (15/18) |
| Metal: | No |
| Weight: | 35 stones |
| Appraised Cost: | 2812500 Kronars2,250,000 Lirums <br />2,029,500 Dokoras <br />2,812.5 LTBpoints <br />2,812.5 Tickets <br />2,812.5 Scrips <br /> |
| Properties: |
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| Dimensions: | 3 length x 1 width x 1 height |
| Sources: | Source is Taisidon Mystery 450/End Loot |
This item trains scholarship.
You turn to the first page of your worn book and begin to read. You immerse yourself in the wisdom of your worn book, deepening your understanding of The Dragons of "Lanival's Victory", as retold from Lanival's words by Bard Silvyrfrost Emiliax.
Turning to the next page in your worn book, you read more about The Dragons of "Lanival's Victory", as retold from Lanival's words by Bard Silvyrfrost Emiliax: I wondered if I had been murdered, and now stood upon the Plane Between, where Urrem'tier sends those he is waiting to place judgment on. Then movement in the forest caught my eye, and I saw what I would never think to see at this moment. It was Glacis, my old friend and caretaker. I stared at him for a long moment, and then bowed, not sure if it was trickery or.... "The war tells on you," he said. "You are not the youngster I knew a few short years ago." I shrugged. "All things change." And then, for I was never one to wait long, I said, "What are you doing here?" He smiled at me, his eyes going past me to beyond. He said, "The war does not go well. A powerful spell he uses. An unwise one. It invites attentions he may not wish...." I let out a slow breath. "I only wish that it would."
Turning to the next page in your worn book, you read more about The Dragons of "Lanival's Victory", as retold from Lanival's words by Bard Silvyrfrost Emiliax: "Perhaps it has," Glacis said, and there was a rustling near him. Something opened its eye beyond him. And when I say it opened its eye, I do not say this because I saw a face and then one eye open. All I *saw* was the eye. One giant, golden, luminescent eye. I shouted and pushed him aside, drawing my sword as I prepared a spell. Glacis' voice -- but much louder now -- spoke behind me, "Do not attack your allies, Lanival!" I turned toward him, but my old friend stood no more behind me. In his place was something massive. Incredibly large, I would say it approached the size of four Water Clan longhouses in length, several stories in height. I stared up at what few have ever seen and the gods alone know why I did not fall to my knees. It is not every day one meets a dragon.
Turning to the next page in your worn book, you read more about The Dragons of "Lanival's Victory", as retold from Lanival's words by Bard Silvyrfrost Emiliax: Glacis spoke, his voice loud and ringing like silver bells, "Once we were known as Guardians. Some of us have remained so, observing the world and using their Great Magicks to bend things around in favor or against some mortals who dwell on their world. And some of us who desired to be closer to those mortals we felt we were too distant to choose a new form. We fashioned it after a fury you may have known as the World Dragon. As terrible as that being is, it is still an elegant form with much power in it. It is the closest we can come to donning our true form without appearing as a god." Two more floated out of the sky to land beside him. One I recognized by her luminescent golden eyes, and she identified herself as Eerayn.
Turning to the next page in your worn book, you read more about The Dragons of "Lanival's Victory", as retold from Lanival's words by Bard Silvyrfrost Emiliax: She was a shimmer of gold and rainbows, but I find it hard to describe her. Much like describing red to a blind man. You must see it to understand. The second was a body of shadow, and the only part of him that stood out were his eyes, which were clear as water. He was frightening to behold, and something about him unsettled me. He introduced himself as Silduaa, and I sensed that -- somehow -- he did not like Glacis. "The Guardians who intervened in the Elven-Human war," Eerayn said, "have chosen not to do so in this one. We do not question our brothers and sisters, for since our acquiring these forms we no longer see with their scope. But we who once stood in their council cannot stand by and let happen what we stopped before. We shall aid you, Lanival, but only until all the mages who know or use the spell have been destroyed or allowed us to pluck it from their mind."
Turning to the next page in your worn book, you read more about The Dragons of "Lanival's Victory", as retold from Lanival's words by Bard Silvyrfrost Emiliax: I bowed my head. "It is --" "Gracious, we know," Silduaa purred, his eyes slitting wide, then tight slowly. "We have our reasons." I bowed again. There is a saying among Halflings. Do not look a gift dragon in the mouth. "Now, flight is a rare thing," Glacis said. "And something you should experience, my friend. It is a long walk back to camp." He lowered one wing and one lip pulled back in a smile. "Shall we?" The war turned in that night from a loss for Lanival's to a staggering win. Even though Silduaa and Eerayn remained true to their promise to only stay until the spell could no longer be used, their presence struck terror into the hearts of Teiro's army, resulting in a stampede of demoralized soldiers. To top it off, Glacis did *not* leave as his two brethren did. The war was quickly over with the help of -- as they became known -- "Lanival's Dragons".
Turning to the next page in your worn book, you read more about The Dragons of "Lanival's Victory", as retold from Lanival's words by Bard Silvyrfrost Emiliax: Glacis left as soon as the war was ended. Once again anonymous in the form of the elderly hermit, he bid Lanival one final farewell. Again, another log from Lanival's journal: I was unsure a little of whether dragons drank wine, but Glacis accepted the cup graciously, and settled himself down across from me. The tent was quiet. Everything was quiet. The war had brought a pleasant silence with its ending. "And now?" Glacis asked, sipping his wine. "And now?" I echoed, looking up at him. He gazed at me, then said, "I heard of the woman. I am sorry." I nodded, twisting her ring around my finger. It was too small for all but my littlest finger. "Aye," I said, then shrugged. "I have a lot of years left." "That you do. Do you think you will make a good ruler?"
Turning to the next page in your worn book, you read more about The Dragons of "Lanival's Victory", as retold from Lanival's words by Bard Silvyrfrost Emiliax: Glacis' hand touched my forehead, and from a distance I heard, "Perhaps, for now, you should just...sleep." And I felt the brush of magic. When I opened my eyes again, it was dawn. Glacis was gone, and I knew somehow that he had put me to sleep for a reason. It took me many nights to realize what he had given me, and when I understood it at last, I laughed. Having finished your studies, you close the cover of your worn book. You feel mentally tired but enlightened.