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==Wild's Heart==
==Wild's Heart==
Far from the mundane leaf it appears, scholars believe this amulet was once owned by the entity known as the [[Huntress (immortal)|Huntress]]. It is said that a Ranger who unlocks its secrets may bring the Heart of the Wild to herself.
Far from the mundane leaf it appears, scholars believe this amulet was once owned by the entity known as the [[Huntress (immortal)|Huntress]]. It is said that a Ranger who unlocks its secrets may bring the Heart of the Wild to herself.



==Evoke==
==Evoke==

Revision as of 16:00, 29 June 2014

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verdant oak leaf dangling from a raw leather cord
Look: Knotted into a length of unprocessed leather and looking as fresh as if it were just-plucked from the tree, this lush green leaf appears otherwise quite unremarkable. Strung upon the ties at the back of the cord, a small claw-carved stone awash with shifting arboreal hues serves to provide enough weight to hold the simple necklace in place.
Weight: 2 stones
Metal: Unknown
Appraised Cost: Unknown
Properties:
  • This item is magical.
  • This item is worn in the neck slot.
  • This item has more than normal or unusual verbs.
  • This item is styled or has special functions for Rangers.
Dimensions: ? length x ? width x ? height
Sources: Source is Guildfest 412/Auction

Wild's Heart

Far from the mundane leaf it appears, scholars believe this amulet was once owned by the entity known as the Huntress. It is said that a Ranger who unlocks its secrets may bring the Heart of the Wild to herself.

Evoke

You move through the wilds, and the wilds move with you. The hunt is all -- there is nothing else. You take for granted that the world is just as it should be, a vicious and hungry place untouched by the presumptuous meddling of those called Immortals, and their mortal children. The scent of blood and fear fills your nose, so powerful you taste it. You follow instinctively, mind and body unified. Your quarry flees before you, its terror richly perfuming the evening air.

What could be more perfect?

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