Ianhanse

Ianhanse
Status
Race	S'Kra Mur
Gender	Male
Guild	Bard
Instance	Prime

You see Drunken Master Ianhanse Ironclaw, True Bard of Elanthia, a S'Kra Mur Bard.

Ianhanse has a sharp-featured face with a set of polished damite rings linked with emerald-studded bars accenting a flexible ridged crest which follows the shape of his skull with a thick crimson scar stretching from one side of the throat to the other, a damite eyebrow ring adorned with a cabochon adderstone that accents sparkling slitted emerald eyes and a multitude of discolored and broken fangs protruding from a heavily scarred and mangled snout, a set of vibrant green absinthe emeralds accenting mottled scales with dozens of jagged scars criss-crossing an age ravaged underbelly, a thin leather tailband adorned with silversteel buckles accenting a pair of blood-red barbs amid dozens of razor-sharp scales across a long bulbous tail and a pot-bellied build.

He is a bit over average height for a S'Kra Mur.

A square-cut glacier emerald is positioned between his eyes, glowing with a lustrous sheen against his scales.

He appears to be elderly.

He has two tiny crystalline studs that attach to each earlobe, linked with a cascade of silver chains that loop just underneath each eye to attach to the bridge of his nose.

He has a tattoo of an emerald-eyed S'Kra Mur drinking from a bottle as he collects piles of coins and gems, arranging them to spell out "Ianhanse" in gold and jewels, on a table with three figures laying prone in front of it on his chest.

He is in good shape.

He is holding a walking stick made of a long thigh bone in his right hand.

He is wearing a bright-eyed street rat with multi-colored patches of fur, a diminutive platinum toad, a gold-shot absinthe silk hat with a wide nightsilk brim, a pair of matte-black spectacles with rectangular amber lenses, a tiny tyrium phoenix hatchling wreathed in cambrinth flames, a deep brown marnet fur cloak, a gold-shot absinthe silk shirt with shadow emerald cufflinks, a tribal war belt tethered with a single ghastly shrunken goat's head, a carved obsidian S'Kra Mur skull with glacier emerald eyes and a deep brown leather kilt secured by a hollow-eyed marnet skull carved from severely cracked white grazhite.

Altered items:

a polished animite coin etched with a likeness of Hav'roth on both sides [+2 Luck item]

Similar in size and shape to the currency of Zoluren, the animite coin feels quite a bit heavier. Unlike most coins, this one bears the likeness of the S'Kra Mur chief diety, Hav'roth, on both faces. Silversteel inlay on one side and icesteel on the other allow each visage to stand out in stark contrast to the background. The phrase, "I make my own luck..." is etched along the coin's edge in flowing script. The device is unaccountably warm to the touch.

a bright-eyed street rat with multi-colored patches of fur

The pelt of this unusual creature consists of fur in various shades of color, appearing as if it had been dressed in some sort of costume. The majority of the animal's coat is tan with a black stripe running along its underbelly. A small patch of red fur covers the top of its head and small splotches of bluish-grey pepper its hindquarters. Hanging from the rat's deep brown leather collar is a small silversteel tag engraved with "RAT ICKSLEY" in rolling script. The street rat looks to be in pretty good shape. It isn't carrying anything at the moment.

a crimson leather-bound textbook with a molten-core diamond clasp

Burned into the leather cover, front and back, are numerous detailed images of an Elothean Moon Mage studying various creatures of Elanthia. Goblins, trolls, sprites and giants are just a few of the creatures being dissected by the scholarly mage as he learns more about their anatomy. The solitary molten-core diamond has been shaped into an open eye and serves to help keep the tome closed when not in use.

a gloomwood repair case engraved with a detailed map of Zoluren

Centered within the map, the city of Crossing is surrounded by a wall of mistglass. Just beyond the barrier, Bards of every size, race, and color face off against a multitude of invaders, including necromancers and airborne sharks. Several Bards have already fallen, but the rest stand tall. A small etched silver plate reads, "It's all about the base..." The interior is divided into many tiny compartments, each carefully lined with soft felt.

a heavily etched sterak axe atop a gloomwood haft

Intricate inlay and meticulous enameling embellish the etched depiction of a cloaked figure standing atop a mountain, surrounded by fallen foes. In the sky above, Yavash shines down, gently bathing the mage and his surroundings in crimson. The arcane symbols upon his clothing and the blood dripping from the finely crafted axe in his hand contrast sharply with the surrounding shadows. The phrase, "Magic is not my only weapon." is etched beneath his feet. Subtle shades of blue and red mingle with a sickly green and writhing shadows in a perpetual dance around the sterak axe.

a polished sterak axe with an intricately carved e'erdream haft

An emerald-eyed S'Kra Mur bard, a brawny Gnome paladin, and a scrawny Gor'Tog mage stand together against a band of cowering ogres. Clutching a variety of worn weapons in front of them, all of the ogres are covered in wounds and some appear to be missing limbs. Barely visible in the distance, faint forms seem to be in full retreat, fleeing for their lives. Bold block letters declare the phrase, "Break the mold!" beneath the three companions. Subtle shades of blue and red mingle with a sickly green and writhing shadows in a perpetual dance around the sterak axe.

an aged leather-bound textbook with a tyrium dragon on the cover

Seated behind a great stone table, the remnants of a large meal splattered across it, a majestic tyrium dragon clasps a greatsword and pitchfork as utensils. His piercing, glacier emerald eyes are slightly concealed by the puff of smoke rising from his half-open mouth. Broken armor pieces, some either crushed or singed, are strewn about the scene. The phrase, "Meddle not in my affairs." is spelled out in a reddish sauce along the front edge of the table.

a slender tyrium scimitar with an elongated sungold cobra hilt

Rising up from a coil, the sungold cobra forms both the crossguard and hilt. The great snake guards a solitary molten-core diamond, partly hidden by the viper's body. The purple of the blade transitions to the shades of a sunset in the scales of the serpent. Its ivory fangs are tipped with small, extremely rare, glacier emeralds to simulate venom. Held in its mouth is a tiny corpse bearing multiple puncture wounds. The phrase, "Two can keep a secret if one of them is dead." is etched along the blade.

a trio of silversteel eyebrow rings dangling a severed hand carved from black katambite streaked with gold

Three silversteel rings pierce the wearer's eyebrow with the center ring bearing all the weight. The ruined appendage, examined closely, is a masterfully carved hand in a tightly fitting dark leather glove. Bits of red and white, made from ruby dust and shards of ivory, can be seen at the point it was once attached to an arm. Still held tightly in its grasp is a tiny kertig-hilted sabre with a scarlet emerald blade. The phrase, "It was a trap!" is etched into the center ring.

a slender icesteel eyelid piece trailing a single ghostly white xibarite tear

A single xibarite tear falls from the narrow point of the icesteel, towards the wearer's ear. Etched at the largest end is an enormous shark, a representation of Drogor, with its mouth wide open. Just outside of the predator's mouth is a comparatively smaller brig at full sail. Manning the railing of the vessel, the crew of the ship hurl dozens of harpoons at their pursuer with little effect. The phrase, "We need a bigger boat." is etched on the ship's side.

a pair of matte-black spectacles with rectangular amber lenses

Closer examination shows that the amber lenses of these spectacles are slightly warped. When worn, they would provide their wearer with a distorted view of the world, much like looking into a funhouse mirror. Each lens has an outline of a small keg, labeled BEER, etched upon it. Along the inside of the matte-black frame, a small script in silver is engraved. There appears to be something written on it.

A pair of matte-black spectacles reads: "Property of Ianhanse, S'Kra Bard of the Crossing."

a phoenix-shaped nose guard carved from an auburn yavasite

Murrula's symbol spreads its wings wide, stretching to cover the wearer's nose and the area just beneath their eyes. A pair of small, extremely rare, glacier emeralds are set as the phoenix's eyes. The seafoam-green stones are piercingly clear, reflecting a faint silvery light. Polished animite talons, designed to grip the nostrils, keep the guard firmly in place.

a tiny tyrium phoenix hatchling wreathed in cambrinth flames

Charred e'erdream twigs are all that remain of a once grand nest. A slender blackened moonsilver cobra with Taisidon emerald eyes lies still, concealed by the ash. A newly reborn phoenix hatchling, carved from tyrium, can be seen rising from the blackened remains. Red streaked cambrinth flames encircle the diminutive bird and appear to move like real fire as light reflects off their myriad surfaces. Murrula's symbol is reborn as Hav'roth's lurks nearby, ever watchful. There appears to be something written on it.

A tiny tyrium phoenix reads: "I have so many favors..."

a long-billed black bird charm of ambiguous shape resting on an e'erdream branch

This replica of a marsh dwelling bird is covered in black plumage with a few small stripes of brown and white. Although the general shape is that of a bird, it lacks many other details besides coloration and two tiny, plain white pearls for eyes. On the branch next to the bird is a single broken arrow, partially lodged in the wood, and a tattered scrap of netting.

a fiery-red phoenix charm with Taisidon emerald eyes

The phoenix, symbol of Murrula, has hundreds of tiny fiery-red and orange metallic feathers gracing its body. The twitching and constant movements of the mechanical creature's body, accompanied by the whirring and crackling sounds it causes, make it resemble an actual fire. A thin band of silver encircles eyes crafted from a Taisidon emerald. One ash-smudged talon holds it in place while the other clutches a small serpent-shaped emerald.

an icesteel harpy charm with scarlet emerald eyes

The harpy somewhat resembles a young human female warrior. Flowing hair and piercing, scarlet emerald eyes compliment her perfectly smooth skin. Slender, muscular arms grace her scantily clad shapely torso. The lower half of her legs are those of a bird of prey and include powerful talons. Large, feathered wings extend from the upper portion of her back and extend down to her clawed feet. The solid black beak on her face reinforces the fact that she is inhuman.

a giant black cockatrice charm with tiny absinthe emerald eyes

A bizarre creature, the cockatrice has the head of a rooster and body of a two-legged dragon. While its head and the wings on its back are covered in feathers, the remainder of it bears little resemblance to a bird. Scales cover it from neck to tail, including the two powerful legs which are equipped with wickedly sharp talons. To reflect the cockatrice's natural size, two toy ogres and their horses appear crushed beneath its feet. The phrase, "Size matters." is etched on the beast's beak.

a diminutive albino peacock charm tilted slightly to one side

Smaller than most, this pure white specimen is about half the size of the normally colorful creatures. Dust from a crushed luminous white spiritgem, which completely covers the multitude of metallic feathers, provides a pristine and nearly colorless exterior. Tiny pink stones have been set as the eyes and, other than a pittance of animite used for the beak and feet, provide the only color on the charm. Tilted slightly to one side, the peacock appears to be leaning as if drunk and off balance.

a clockwork silversteel meadowlark charm with frozen winter emerald eyes [NOTE: not my design, bought this one]

Diminutive, lifelike silversteel feathers create a graceful imitation of life. Set deep within the gleaming face, winter emerald eyes glitter like ice amidst the delicate feathers. Mechanical gears and cogs can be seen in the tiny spaces between the layers of silversteel. An elaborate silversteel key dangles from a delicate chain attached to the songbird's foot.

a nondescript raptor charm with winter emerald eyes

The charm's sharp steel-tipped talons hold it firmly in place when worn on clothing. Its eyes, carved from a winter emerald, are deep green and flash with hints of gold and silver which gives the appearance that they are moving as if seeking prey. The plain coloration of the raptor's multitude of tiny feathers mimics a real bird of prey's natural camouflage. Clutched tightly in one talon, held as if it were the charm's latest kill, is a small serpent-shaped emerald.

a nightsilk shroud clasped with a luminous white spiritgem

Embroidered on the multitude of midnight-hued folds of nightsilk is a scene of a tavern. Passed out on the floor is a S'Kra Mur man, a silver flask still grasped tightly in one hand and a large brass cowbell in the other. Standing guard over the comatose figure is a spectral reaper, claws spread, keeping several shady figures at bay. Stitched in emerald thread around the luminous white spiritgem affixed at the neck is a simple phrase. There appears to be something written on it.

A nightsilk shroud reads: "Fear not the reaper."

a pair of aged leather wings tipped with icesteel claws

The wings are positioned to flow outward from the center of the wearer's back, arching up to a curved icesteel claw positioned at the apex of each wing. Aged leather, dyed a deep brown, is stretched taut over the metal framework to cover the mechanical workings. Worked into the harness straps is the image of an emerald-eyed S'Kra Mur holding an overflowing mug of ale. There appears to be something written on it.

A pair of leather wings reads: "The trick is to miss the ground..."

an absinthe bottle charm carved from a ghostly white xibarite

Carved from a single celestial gem, this rectangular "bottle" of rare blue absinthe is stoppered with a diminutive e'erdream cork. Carefully glued to the front is a white label painted with a tiny, green winged fairy holding an overflowing chalice. Passed out at her feet, a young man rests beneath a large oak tree. Held loosely in his left hand is a nearly empty blue bottle bearing a white label. The phrase, "Makes the heart grow fonder..." has been written in flowing text across the top of the label.

an engraved tyrium "Save the Boobries!" ribbon encrusted with auburn yavasite

Pieces from a shattered yavasite have been artistically placed over the entire surface of the flat tyrium ribbon, surrounding the short phrase giving it a textured appearance. Several pairs of boobries, of various shapes and sizes, can be seen peeking out between shards of the celestial gem. Displaying a wide range of hues, these colorful birds appear much like those often seen in the wild. The additional phrase, "Hunt Prydaen instead..." has been scratched on the back.

an e'erdream-inlaid gloomwood broom with bound khor'vela bristles

A thin line of e'erdream wood, in an abstract arabesque pattern, has been inlaid down the length of the gloomwood handle. The serpentine design loops around sporadically, the pallid e'erdream providing a stark contrast to the much darker gloomwood. Khor'vela twigs, with tiny bits of undigested bone scattered throughout, are securely bound to the broom with thin strands of icesteel.

a steelsilk reinforced lootsack set with a broken rune and kertig scroll clasp

Detailed embroidery upon the lootsack depicts the image of an emerald-eyed S'Kra Mur kneeling beneath a raised shield while a dragon advances, futilely breathing fire against the shield. The man appears to be unconcerned, as he continues to carefully arrange his rather large collection of scrolls and runestones in the lush field where he kneels. An open pouch on the ground has spilled, scattering dice and cards out on the ground next to a half-empty tankard. There appears to be something written on it.

A steelsilk reinforced lootsack reads: "Patience is my only virtue."

a steelsilk reinforced soldier's haversack branded with the images of dueling opponents

Images of Siryn Mistbringer and Tenebraus Stlinathal are burned onto several sections of the haversack. The first shows both contenders alive, each preparing for battle. In the next, Siryn is struck down by the Dragon Priest's blade. The final scene shows a great gathering of bards, heads lifted in song as Tenebraus's magic and life are shattered by the strong emotions flung against him by the gathering. A phrase has been stitched in intricate emerald thread upon a leather strap. There appears to be something written on it.

A steelsilk haversack reads: "Fear the Bards!"

a deep brown leather backpack clasped with a hollow-eyed marnet skull carved from a cracked white grazhite

Burned into the backpack's flap is a tavern fireplace scene. Gathered around an old bard is a large crowd, watching as he weaves his tale. With one hand grasping a half-empty tankard of ale, the storyteller is in the middle of gesturing grandly with his free hand. Those in the audience are all wide-eyed and appear to be entranced with the events being relayed to them by their entertainer. Miniature bottles of vodka, whiskey, and absinthe dangle from cords beneath the grazhite marnet skull.

a black firesilk tunic clasped with a knight's helm carved from black katambite streaked with gold

The aftermath of a gruesome battle is embroidered on the back while a blood-red boar's head adorns the front. Valuables, including weapons and a single crown, appear in a neat pile off to one side. One survivor, a knight clad in the purest black, surveys the dead bodies and severed limbs surrounding him. Seemingly in pristine condition, he grips a large, razor-sharp bastard sword and a polishing cloth poised to clean the gore from his blade. The words, "Not a scratch..." appears at the knight's feet.

a polished silver ru'at bracelet inset with a cracked white grazhite

A grazhite cobra is set on the top of the bracelet and bordered on all sides by various gems and coins of all types. The S'Kra Mur symbols for Hav'roth and honor have been etched on a large Taisidon emerald resting in the cobra's mouth, held tightly in place by a large pair of glaes fangs. The silver on the bracelet resembles overlapping reptile scales identical to those of a snake.

a heavily notched femur embedded with tiny chunks of severely cracked white grazhite

The majority of the notches belong to an intricate engraving along the length of the old bone. At one end is the depiction of a gaping black moongate with escaping voidspawn and wild teleportational energy. A S'Kra Mur bard stands nearby with a moon mage that has their arms raised as if just finishing a spell. The bard is shown covered in wounds and bleeding from multiple places. The phrase, "But did you DIE?" is carved below the picture in tiny print.

a tribal war belt tethered with a single ghastly shrunken goat's head

The war belt is fashioned from braided strips of arzumos and desumos hide strung with an assortment of animal teeth. A ghastly shrunken goat's head has been tethered to the belt, dangling from knotted strands of matted hair. Wedged into its mouth is a flawless Fire Maiden topaz that sparkles brightly. Several empty strands hanging from the belt show where other heads once hung or, perhaps, where more will be added.

a supple crocodile-skin moneybelt supporting a small e'erdream chest with a slotted lid

A small kertig snake fanged in ivory fastens the moneybelt while two trophy sized crocodile feet hold the e'erdream chest. The slotted lid allows coins to be dropped into the chest yet, strangely, nothing is in place to keep it shut. Several gashes around the lid, seemingly caused by something biting or clawing at it from within the chest, mar the richly polished wood. Inlaid mother-of-pearl creates an iridescent likeness of a crocodile's head on the chest's surface. There appears to be something written on it.

A supple crocodile-skin moneybelt reads: "G'day, my name is Irwin!"

a carved obsidian S'Kra Mur skull with glacier emerald eyes

Carved from solid black obsidian, the skull is a masterful recreation of a S'Kra Mur skull. Kertig veining appears along the exterior of the gleaming skull, set where the bones would be joining each other. A pair of small, extremely rare, glacier emeralds rest in the eye sockets. The seafoam-green stones are piercingly clear, reflecting a faint silvery light. Etched on the main facet of each emerald is a tiny cobra. At the base of the skull is a pair of tyrium hooks for attaching it to a belt.

an animite troll skull with eyes carved from severely cracked white grazhite

Carved from a large chunk of animite, the troll skull has been hollowed out and crafted to be attached to a belt by a pair of kertig chains. Lining the interior of the extravagant container is a layer of padding covered by kid leather dyed a deep brown. The jaw, complete with a pair of authentic looking icesteel tusks, is hinged to allow access to anyone willing to place their hand within. Twin grazhite spheres have been placed in the sockets to mimic eyes.

an e'erdream edged gloomwood case inset with a severely cracked white grazhite

Carvings on the gloomwood case's outer panels depict several tavern activities. A large barroom brawl starts on one side, continues across the front where liquor is being consumed at the bar, and concludes on the opposite side. The scene on the rear panel shows four figures playing poker with a large pot containing a grazhite, two Katamba's spires and an Elamiri sapphire. A grinning emerald-eyed S'Kra Mur, displaying a royal flush, finishes the art on the lid.

a book titled "Shades of Grazhite" set with a cobra carved from a severely cracked white grazhite

Disguised as a simple and common ironwood-bound book, this container has a secret compartment hidden within its pages, large enough to secure a few valuables. The ironwood covers clearly state the title, the grazhite cobra coiled just beneath it. The 'pages' are discolored and appear well used, furthering the deception. Hanging from the edge is a steel chain, designed to secure easily to a belt.

a deep brown leather tailband set with a hollow-eyed marnet skull carved from a severely cracked white grazhite

Carved from a single grazhite, the diminutive marnet skull is attached in the exact center of the leather tailband. Set just beneath is a pair of crossed bones, completing a version of the infamous symbol of warning. A large glacier emerald perches tightly in the marnet's mouth, its tiny teeth keeping the gem safe from prying hands. Etched onto the gem's largest facet is a cobra, poised to strike.

a braided tri-colored gold tailband with twin barbs carved from some severely cracked white grazhite

Thinly hammered strips of red, yellow and white gold are braided together to form a stylish tailband. Capping the inner and outer edges, polished silver provides for a comfortable fit. A sharpened pair of barbs jut out from opposite sides of the tailband, carved from a chunk of grazhite.

a steelsilk-strapped soldier's thigh quiver branded with historical scenes

The wide steelsilk straps of the quiver buckle around the thigh providing a lightweight but secure container. Soft yet tough leather pads the quiver to give protection against any weapons puncturing it. Several sections on the quiver are burned with elaborate scenes. Each of them shows an image of a famous hero from the past, including Lanival the Redeemer and the great Bardess Siryn Mistbringer. A phrase has been stitched in intricate emerald thread upon a leather strap. There appears to be something written on it.

A soldier's thigh quiver reads: "Heroes only die when they are forgotten. Bards never forget."

a deep brown leather kilt secured by a hollow-eyed marnet skull carved from severely cracked white grazhite

Burned into the leather is a scene of a dimly lit cellar. A variety of dead animals, some in pieces, are placed on crude stone tables. Working on what appears to be the freshest corpse is a disheveled Gnome who is reading from an old tome. Hastily made notes can be seen on the worn pages, most crossed out. The phrase, "If at first you don't succeed..." is scratched into the flesh on the Gnome's forehead. A deeply hooded figure sits nearby, toying with a handful of absinthe emeralds as he watches.

a portable ironwood liquor cabinet edged with carved e'erdream wood

Crafted of fine ironwood, the cabinet has been masterfully crafted and highly polished. Not a single dent or gash mars the surface, showing great care has been taken by its owner. The multitude of spaces inside the cabinet are lined with leather and conditioned to resist spills. Underneath the cabinet, four diminutive metal skulls act as legs in the event the liquor cabinet needs to be set on the ground. Tiny emeralds have been set in the eyesockets.

a faceted cambrinth orb wrapped with gold and emerald snakes

The cambrinth has been brilliant cut so it seems to make the glow of magic within even brighter. Gold and emerald snakes fanged in ivory twine together to form a complex design which wraps around the orb. Set into the gold snake, glacier emerald eyes glint when the light catches them. Both tails of the snakes coil tightly around an engraved silver plate. There appears to be something written on it.

A faceted cambrinth orb reads: "Property of Ianhanse, S'Kra Bard of the Crossing."

a ghastly shrunken troll head with mismatched spiritgem eyes

Half of the troll head appears pristine, with no signs of wear. A luminous white spiritgem set in a kertig eye socket graces the 'healthy' side. The other half of the head, however, has apparently seen better days. Numerous bruises and abrasions from repeated pummeling cover the cheek, chin and half of the forehead. The battered eye consists of a deeply set cloudy black spiritgem held in place by crude emerald stitching. Strands of matted hair appear to have once attached the head to something.

a sign with haphazardly pointing hands stating "The BAD GUY(S) went that way!"

Crafted of luxurious e'erdream wood, the hands painted on it point in every possible direction, giving a very confused appearance. Designed to stand alone, the clever shape allows the sign stability on any surface without too much added weight.

an emerald-eyed S'Kra Mur bard doll with tiny ivory fangs

The doll depicts an elderly, pot-bellied S'Kra Mur wearing numerous pouches, several weapons and some tiny chain armor. Bulges of various sizes can be seen in every bag and article of clothing. Arms slightly bent, the bard is seemingly guarding access to his many possessions as if he distrusts everyone. The expression on the doll's face is one of contempt and disgust. As you study the doll, you think you could probably pull, tickle, hug and poke it.

a damite forged scimitar with a long narrow blade [NOTE: Shadowar forged when damite was very new. Enchanted at HE to summon alcoholic drinks.]

A steel-scaled cobra, symbol of Hav'roth, forms the hand and crossguard of this weapon. The hilt is studded with slender strips of ironwood for a sturdy grip and tightly wrapped with golden firesilk, the red threads used in the warp of the fabric making it appear to shimmer with fire when the light catches it. The pommel is a diminutive metal skull with a glacier emerald set in one eye socket and an extremely rare dragon fire opal in the other. Subtle shades of blue and red mingle with a sickly green and writhing shadows in a perpetual dance around the damite scimitar.

a matte-black shield embossed with an emerald-eyed cobra [NOTE: old Gnome Quest jousting shield]

Covered in painstakingly layered scales of silver and gold which catch even the faintest hint of light, the cobra, symbol of Hav'roth, rests in a bed of precious gemstones. Captured in the moment just before striking, the great serpent's needle-fine ivory fangs seem to glisten malevolently. There appears to be something written on it.

A matte-black shield reads: "Crafted by the hand of me, Thoame."

a mist-grey backpack embroidered with multi-hued spidersilk

A cream-colored pygmy goat charm, carved from a small bit of ivory, dangles from an emerald-green cord. Embroidered on the backpack is a young gnome, a small katar hung from his belt and an ironwood shield slung over one shoulder. His expression is one of eager anticipation as he looks outward to the unknown, checking his numerous pouches in preparation. There appears to be something written on it.

A mist-grey backpack reads: "To live will be an awfully big adventure!"

a supple nightsilk pack clasped with a gleaming emerald-eyed serpent's head

Embroidered on the fabric is a tavern scene with several figures passing a bottle around the table. An elderly S'Kra Mur, a bearded Human and a Dwarf sit at the table while a young Elf is passed out on the floor. A simple phrase is stitched beneath them in emerald thread. There appears to be something written on it.

A supple nightsilk pack reads: "Where there's four bards, there's always a fifth."

a small e'erdream wood light repeating crossbow

Set into the richly polished e'erdream wood, mother-of-pearl and abalone are combined to create the iridescent likeness of a brigantine with full sails set against an unseen wind. Closer inspection reveals a cloaked S'Kra Mur standing at the helm of the ship, guiding it across the abalone sea. A small sight piece, crafted from matte-black ironwood, graces the front of the crossbow. Set into the stock, a serpent-shaped emerald rests just above a steel plate.

A light repeating crossbow reads: "One shot, one kill."

a bone-white nightsilk bag embroidered with tiny yellowed spiders and edged in heavy gold braid

Made from bone-white nightsilk, this bag is flexible enough to safely hold dozens of scrolls and parchments. Padded with soft leather on the inside, it is also sturdy enough to conceal a blade if necessary. Wrapped around the mouth of the bag is a braided cord of nightsilk tipped with an ivory spider clutching a tiny scroll. Flowing emerald spidersilk script scrawls across the bottom of the bag. There appears to be something written on it.

A bone-white nightsilk bag reads: "Knowledge is power."

some bone-white spidersilk wrapped winged boots adorned with ivory spiders

Thin strands wrap around each boot in intricate webbed patterns that overlap as if they were created by many arachnids. In the middle of some webs, carved ivory spiders crouch over emeralds wrapped and secured by silk, guarding their victims. Sprinkled across the rest of the boots, chipped sapphires, rubies, and diamonds lay wrapped in their own silken shrouds. Oversized fly wings stretch from the boot cuffs which are edged in heavy gold braid. Emerald thread runs across the side of the left boot. There appears to be something written on it.

Some bone-white winged boots reads: "If you pull the wings off a fly, is it called a walk?"

a platinum-inlaid ironwood gem case with a massive emerald mounted in the center

Gold and emerald snakes fanged in ivory twine together to form a complex design which wraps around the massive emerald set in the center of the case. You notice an elaborately decorated tankard and ale keg have been etched into the central facet of the large green gem.

a gold-shot absinthe silk shirt with shadow emerald cufflinks

Opulent gold-shot absinthe silk makes up the majority of the garment's body. Added as a contrast to the vivid green fabric, the sleeves have been made from solid black nightsilk. A pair of deep green shadow emeralds have been rough-cut into the shape of serpents and crafted into cufflinks. Black inclusions with smoky tendrils swirling toward their edges can be seen in their hearts.

a gold-shot absinthe silk hat with a wide nightsilk brim

Fluffy, stark white ermine fur lines the inner band, providing comfort for the wearer. The wide nightsilk brim provides a sharp contrast to the vivid green of the opulent silk. Centered on the front of the hat is a deep green shadow emerald, rough-cut in the shape of a serpent. Black inclusions with smoky tendrils swirling toward their edges can be seen in their hearts. A hidden band lies concealed around the underside of the hat's brim, providing ample space for several precious coins.

a matte-black satchel reinforced with steelsilk straps

The exterior of this container is free from embellishment other than a few silver buckles for the straps. Inside, a complex scene is embossed on the leather lining. Standing over a young S'Kra Mur male is a darkly robed figure, gesturing with a bony hand towards a laden plate set in front of him. The youth has a look of discomfort on his face as he contemplates his meal. Crushed scarlet emerald and Taisidon emeralds have been used to augment the red and green dyes. There appears to be something written on it.

A matte-black satchel reads: "Carrion, my wayward son."

TATTOO FOR A FRIEND: You have a tattoo of a S'Kra Mur bard, a Gnome paladin, and a Gor'Tog mage standing together against a band of cowering ogres that clutch worn weapons in front of them. All of the ogres are covered in wounds, and some appear to have limbs missing. Barely visible in the distance, lightly inked forms seem to be in retreat. Bold black letters declare the phrase, "Break the mold!" beneath the three on your back.

LONG LOST ALTERATION: a fur-lined emerald velvet cloak embroidered across the back with "Mosi's Laws of Combat" in jewel-toned spidersilk

In scrolling knotwork patterns across the entire cloak, brilliant threads declare a paladin's sage words. Near each shoulder and extending down the left breast, three are larger then the rest.

Read: "Mosi's Law #1: If the enemy is in range...SO ARE YOU! Mosi's Law #2: Anything you do can get you killed, including nothing! Mosi's Law #3: Try to look unimportant; the enemy may be low on arrows and not want to waste any on you."