Item:Heavy enaada-bound tome wrapped in abyssium chains
| heavy enaada-bound tome wrapped in abyssium chains | |
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| Look: | Bound in grey-pallor enaada, the tome's cover possesses an eerie, papery texture that remains disturbingly supple and strong against the heavy binding. Securing the secrets within are dense chains of dark black abyssium that can be affixed for ease of transport. Upon the metal's high-gloss surface, shifting whorls of grey lines constantly twist and reform, explicitly shaping the silhouettes of majestic dragons in mid-flight. |
| Weight: | 5 stones |
| Metal: | No |
| Appraised Cost: | Unknown |
| Properties: | This is an item.
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| Dimensions: | ? length x ? width x ? height |
| Sources: | Source is Fenvol's Folly 456/Raffle |
STUDY:
To start using your dragon, READ the tome.
To remove yourself from the dragon, SCRIBE the dragon.
READ:
First person:
You trace a finger over a heavy enaada-bound tome wrapped in abyssium chains, whispering a word of awakening. Instantly, the abyssium chains binding the book begin to uncoil with a sharp metallic rattle, their shifting grey whorls churning violently. The papery-textured grey leather of the cover rapidly expands, splitting and multiplying into countless overlapping scales. Before your eyes, the pages tear free and fan outward in a swirling tempest of parchment that hardens into a colossal, non-living skeletal frame. The chains lash around its expanding torso, and a heavy enaada-bound tome stands before you, leaving no trace of the tome behind.
Third person:
<Player> traces a finger over a heavy enaada-bound tome wrapped in abyssium chains, whispering a word of awakening. Instantly, the abyssium chains binding the book begin to uncoil with a sharp metallic rattle, their shifting grey whorls churning violently. The papery-textured grey leather of the cover rapidly expands, splitting and multiplying into countless overlapping scales. Before your eyes, the pages tear free and fan outward in a swirling tempest of parchment that hardens into a colossal, non-living skeletal frame. The chains lash around its expanding torso, and a heavy enaada-bound tome stands before you, leaving no trace of the tome behind.
SCRIBE:
First person:
You execute a sharp command gesture toward the enaada-scaled dragon, prompting it to land. A low, rhythmic clicking echoes from deep within the construct as its massive frame locks up. The pale grey enaada scales along its flanks lose their tension, flattening and smoothing out as they collapse inward like folding parchment. The looping abyssium chains constrict tightly around its folding body, forcing the massive wings and tail to compress down into rigid, square angles. In a sudden, clean snap of motion, the colossal construct collapses entirely onto itself, condensing down until it sits quietly on the ground as a heavy, chain-wrapped tome.
Third person:
<Player> executes a sharp command gesture toward the enaada-scaled dragon, prompting it to land. A low, rhythmic clicking echoes from deep within the construct as its massive frame locks up. The pale grey enaada scales along its flanks lose their tension, flattening and smoothing out as they collapse inward like folding parchment. The looping abyssium chains constrict tightly around its folding body, forcing the massive wings and tail to compress down into rigid, square angles. In a sudden, clean snap of motion, the colossal construct collapses entirely onto itself, condensing down until it sits quietly on the ground as a heavy, chain-wrapped tome.
Mount
Summons a massive enaada-scaled dragon bound in abyssium depicting Grazhir's destruction.
Animated by mystic and mundane forces, this enormous construct takes the shape of a legendary guardian of the natural world. Countless overlapping scales of pale grey enaada armor its body, their eerie, papery texture flexing over a hidden framework with terrifying strength. Heavy, dark black abyssium chains wrap around the torso and wings, their shifting grey whorls forming patterns of Grazhir shattering. Atop its spine sits a high-backed throne of matching metal, built to safely carry a rider skyward.
STUDY:
To start using your dragon, READ the tome.
To remove yourself from the dragon, SCRIBE the dragon.
Knowing the dragon as you do, you're confident you could do the following:
TOUCH
PULL
TAP
PUSH
RUB
POINT
| Verb | Actions |
|---|---|
| TOUCH | First Person: You trace a hand along the dragon's body, feeling the unique, papery texture of its pale grey enaada scales. They are incredibly tough and unyielding beneath your touch. |
| No messaging for second person. | |
| Third Person: <Player> traces a hand along the dragon's body, checking the unique, papery texture of its pale grey enaada scales. | |
| PULL | First Person: You give a firm tug on the heavy abyssium chains binding the dragon. Dark black links clink sharply against the enaada scales as you ensure the construct's framework is perfectly secure. |
| No messaging for second person. | |
| Third Person: <Player> gives a firm tug on the heavy abyssium chains binding the dragon. Dark black links clink sharply against its enaada scales as <he/she> ensures the construct's framework is perfectly secure. | |
| TAP | First Person: You tap the side of the dragon sharply. An active, low hum immediately reverberates from within the construct as a gap between its scales briefly reveals a roiling mass of esoteric shadowy symbols at its core. |
| No messaging for second person. | |
| Third Person: <Player> taps the side of the dragon sharply. An active, low hum immediately reverberates from within the construct as a gap between its scales briefly reveals a roiling mass of esoteric shadowy symbols at its core. | |
| PUSH | First Person: You clap your hands together smartly. Responding to your command, the dragon flares its immense enaada wings wide, sending a sudden rush of stale, papery-scented air through the area. |
| No messaging for second person. | |
| Third Person: <Player> claps <his/her> hands together smartly. Responding to <his/her> command, the dragon flares its immense enaada wings wide, sending a sudden rush of stale, papery-scented air through the area. | |
| RUB | First Person: You rub at a section of the dragon's abyssium chains. As the metal gleams, smoky grey whorls on its surface coalesce into an ominous recreation of Grazhir's demise at the spot you identified. |
| No messaging for second person. | |
| Third Person: <Player> rubs at a section of the dragon's abyssium chains. As the metal gleams, smoky grey whorls on its surface coalesce into an ominous recreation of Grazhir's demise at the spot <he/she> identified. | |
| POINT | First Person: You point off into the distance. The dragon's neck pivots smoothly toward your gesture, its empty, unnatural gaze locking onto the exact coordinates you indicated. |
| No messaging for second person. | |
| Third Person: <Player> points off into the distance. The dragon's neck pivots smoothly toward <his/her> gesture, its empty, unnatural gaze locking onto the exact coordinates <he/she> indicated. |
COMMAND:
Your experience with the enaada-scaled dragon gives you confidence to give it the following commands:
SLOW
GLIDE
SOAR
FLY
>command dragon to glide
You signal the enaada-scaled dragon to speed up, and it drifts into an easy glide.
>command dragon to soar
You signal the enaada-scaled dragon to speed up, and it settles into a measured soar.
>command dragon to fly
You signal the enaada-scaled dragon to speed up, and it accelerates into rapid flight.
Atmos
Dark symbols representing an esoteric form of written language slowly drift across the dragon's enaada scales, as if it were the living embodiment of some ancient, shadow-scribed tome.
Turning its massive head, the enaada-scaled dragon's empty, unnatural gaze lingers across the area for a quiet moment.
Turning its massive head, the enaada-scaled dragon's empty, unnatural gaze lingers across the area for a quiet moment.
The dragon opens its maw in a silent, jaw-cracking yawn, revealing a hollow throat devoid of natural structure or the breath of life.
The high-backed abyssium throne on the dragon's spine creaks slightly as the massive construct adjusts its posture.
Shifting whorls upon the dragon's abyssium chains suddenly accelerate, the smoky patterns depicting lunar fragments descending from the firmament.
A sudden draft catches the pale grey wings of the dragon, causing the tough, papery enaada scales to ripple with an unnatural, echoing reverberation.