Item:Gold mourning band set with a flawless royal Zoluren topaz

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gold mourning band set with a flawless royal Zoluren topaz
Look: The gem adorning this ring is a crystal clear pale yellow with tiny azure streaks and white inclusions running through the center. A repeating gladiolus motif is engraved around the outside of the band, each blossom slightly different from the others, though they are all incredibly detailed and lifelike.

There appears to be something written on it.

A gold mourning band reads:
"Zoluren remembers."

Weight: 1 stones
Metal: Unknown
Appraised Cost: Unknown
Properties:
  • This item is worn in the finger slot.
  • This item is styled or has special functions for Bards.
Dimensions: 1 length x 1 width x 1 height
Sources: Source is Guildfest 409/Auction
  • EVOKE: You focus on the mourning band, seeking any impressions of the past.


The chaos of battle surrounds you as Prince Vorclaf's corpse tumbles to the ground.

Lyras leans over the body, opens her mouth and begins to inhale deeply.

The corpse begins to wither as some ghostly substance breaks free, dragged by an immense power.

A scream echoes through the air, a primal cry from the Prince's spirit, as Lyras devours his essence.

Thirteen sets of glimmering eyes appear at the edge of the clearing. The air rings with the cacophonous growl of the approaching wolf pack. Each lupine warrior pads toward the fallen Prince and his attacker, lips curled in fierce snarls. All thirteen leap toward the pair, coalescing into a single giant wolf in midair.

As the beast touches ground, a booming growl proclaims, "Not this warrior! He is mine!" The wolf snaps at the stream of ghostly effulgence and grasps it firmly within its maw. A lone howl rings out as the avatar of Meraud sprints from sight, carrying the essence of Vorclaf in its jaws.

With a start, you find yourself drawn back to the reality of the here and now.

Teaches a static amount of Bardic Lore, on a timer.