Weapon:Weathered book titled "The Tail of Urrem'tier" in sungold filigree
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| weathered book titled "The Tail of Urrem'tier" in sungold filigree | |
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| Look: | This weathered book has a faded blue canvas jacket that is inset with sungold embossing. Contrasting the worn cloth, the lettering has a metallic sheen resembling a sunrise with hints of rose, red, orange, blue and purple. |
| 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: | 2,812,500 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 weathered book and begin to read. You immerse yourself in the wisdom of your weathered book, deepening your understanding of "The Book of the Void: The Tail of Urrem'tier".
Turning to the next page in your weathered book, you read more about "The Book of the Void: The Tail of Urrem'tier": Urrem'tier is vast in his power and grandness. But even so, he and his aspects still sometimes take a personal interest in the affairs of mortal men. This tale, set in modern times, is of Urrem'tier, master of the void. Believe this tale or not, but it is foolish to think that the gods do not watch us carefully. -- Rashahaverik DeBarsaive
Turning to the next page in your weathered book, you read more about "The Book of the Void: The Tail of Urrem'tier": The Tail of Urrem'tier In the town of Riverhaven there once lived a thief named Grundgy. Grundgy was one of the worst of thieves and it was not long before he came under the scrutiny of the law. His antics were petty. A purse stolen here, a merchant robbed there. Still, the town guards feared that Grundgy would do some serious harm one day. Grundgy was a Gor'Tog. He used his strength, instead of stealth, to get what he wanted. Left to do what he pleased, Grundgy might hurt someone. The fear of the town soon became reality. One day Grundgy tried to steal a loaf of bread for his morning meal. But Grundgy's victim was a stubborn, old baker and instead of letting the oversized thief have the bread the man resisted. He cried out for the guards, and took a swing at Grundgy with his rolling pin. Grundgy was shocked! In his panic, the huge Gor'Tog backhanded the poor baker, and took off down the street running.
Turning to the next page in your weathered book, you read more about "The Book of the Void: The Tail of Urrem'tier": Before he knew what was happening he had passed through the city's east gates, and was running towards the wilderness. Behind him he heard cries of anger and astonishment. Someone was yelling for people to stop him. Someone was yelling for the gates to be closed. Grundgy ran in blind terror, his heavy feet leaving deep tracks in the dark soil. Grundgy plowed through the underbrush before him, blindly rushing ahead. Small cuts began to appear over his body as the plants shredded both skin and clothing. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Grundgy stopped. He looked down at his hands. The loaf of bread he carried was reduced to crumbs. But that was not what caught his attention. Across his grey-green fingers were trails of blood. Blood, red and rich had spread over his knuckles and across his wrist. Grundgy silently stared at the blood.
Turning to the next page in your weathered book, you read more about "The Book of the Void: The Tail of Urrem'tier": His mind raced as he remembered the baker calling out, Grundgy swinging his fist at the man, the feel of bone breaking... When he had struck the baker, his great strength must of crushed the frail man's skull. Grundgy started to sob, tears running down his wide cheeks.
Turning to the next page in your weathered book, you read more about "The Book of the Void: The Tail of Urrem'tier": But as the footfalls of the guards became louder, his pleas turned into threats, his prayers into curses. "Selfish gods! Is there not one who will help me?" Grundgy screamed. A bleak darkness filled his vision, and a voice, as cold as the grave, spoke to him. "I will help you," the voice assured. "Take my tail, and strike down those who would give you their false justice." When Grundgy's vision cleared, he saw floating before him a sword of blackest obsidian. The length of his arm, the sword seemed to radiate power and strength.
Turning to the next page in your weathered book, you read more about "The Book of the Void: The Tail of Urrem'tier": "There he is!" Grundgy turned to see half a dozen of the guards hacking through the briars and reeds. He quickly turned, and grasped the sword. He felt a small prick, then a rush of power as strength flowed into his tired limbs, and aching muscles. Crying in triumph he leapt towards the guards, a vengeful gleam in his eyes. When the fierce battle was over, Grundgy surveyed the carnage around him. The bodies of the guards lay strewn about him, hacked and mutilated. Grundgy began to cackle loudly causing his voice to boom across the empty quagmire. Grundgy's glee was cut short however as the bleak darkness returned. Its chilling voice spoke to him. "You have used what is mine, and for that privilege I will take my payment."
Turning to the next page in your weathered book, you read more about "The Book of the Void: The Tail of Urrem'tier": Grundgy began to feel the sword in his hand twist and turn. The cool feel of stone was replaced with that of a squirming insect. Grundgy screamed as a scorpion, blood red, crawled up his arm and towards his face. When the last of Grundgy's anguished howls had echoed across the swamp, the scorpion sank silently back into the mud. There it would wait until, once again, it was needed to serve the folly of men. Having finished your studies, you close the cover of your weathered book. You feel mentally tired but enlightened.