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A '''wave-incised dusky blue stone''' was auctioned off at the [[Ebon Gate 2009]] [[Ebon Gate 2009 auction list|auction]].

==Description==
;a wave-incised dusky blue stone
Suspended from a chain of heavy rolaren links, the stone is worn smooth save for the precise incisions that form a stylized cresting wave on its flattest face. Striations in the rock glimmer with faint threads of silver, but the stone appears natural and unspectacular. It might be any stone plucked from a beach but for the precision of the etchwork.

==Abilities==
This item will transport the user and their group to a local shrine of [[Charl]].

==Destinations==
====Solhaven====
>tap stone<br>
You tap a wave-incised dusky blue stone that you are wearing, causing it to shimmer with ultramarine light.<br>
A restless wave of water overtakes you, sweeping you off your feet and plunging you deep into its salty depths. When the water recedes, you find yourself elsewhere...

[Solhaven, Charl's Quay]<br>
A small altar has been constructed here, made of wood from destroyed ships and decorated with chips of coral and tiny pearls. Breakers wash over the monument, as if in reminder of whom it belongs to. Very few offerings have been placed here, and the area shows signs of disuse. A large barnacle-covered trident has been driven into the sand just behind the altar.<br>
Obvious paths: east<br>
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Damp trickles of water drip from the ends of your hair.

==Loresong==
As you begin your song, your eyes are drawn to the surface of the dusky blue stone. The rest of the world seems to fall away, and while you are still holding the stone, its surface is no longer finely carved but still unfinished. Your hands, the hands of the craftsman, work with expertise unfamiliar to you, carving with subtle skill the image of Charl upon the face of the stone. As you work, your chant weaves threads of mana through the device, each conforming to the image of the Arkati. Your chant ends, and you realize that you are once again holding the completed stone, though your eyes now better appreciate the detail of the carving.

You resume your song, focusing your attention on the dusky blue stone. After a moment, you are overtaken by a sense of vertigo as the scene shifts. You still clasp the stone in your hands, though now they appear to be old and wizened beyond your age. You are reaching out with your aura, sensing the fine lines of mana layered through the stone beneath the visage of Charl on its surface. With a mastery unfamiliar to you, your voice intones a powerful spell of the spirit realm, weaving the threads of mana into the proper patterns to hold the magic. You finish the incantation and hold the stone aloft, but you now realize that you have broken off your loresong, though now your perception of the magical nature of the stone is enhanced.

The magic of your song swirls about the dusky blue stone, drawing your inner eye to a scene that, though vivid to your sight, you sense must have occurred ages earlier. You are kneeling before a wave-incised altar marked with the symbols of Charl. An aged priestess stands before the altar, attended by three ultramarine-robed acolytes, her rheumy eyes calm but unable to mask an eager anticipation. You reverently hold up the stone, and the priestess reaches down to rest her palsied hands lightly upon it. She begins to chant, her wavering tones curiously interweaving with the notes of your own song. You lose the thread of her chant amid your own melody, but you sense that she had confirmed some great benediction from Charl in the stone.

As you strike up a new verse of your song, you feel your sense pulled violently to a dark scene of battle. You and a small band of ultramarine-liveried liegemen stand besieged atop a hillock, surrounded by half-orc warriors riding enormous, fell wolves. Although you and your allies are holding your own, a deep weariness causes every muscle to ache, and none among you stands unwounded.

Suddenly, a terrible, war-like screech echoes over the battlefield as a giant, leathery winged beast down, jaws agape, swoops down to your tenuous redoubt. Sensing pending disaster, you tap a wave-incised stone about your neck. Suddenly the scene dissolves away, and you whisper a short prayer of thanksgiving to Charl.

[[Category:Legendary Items]]
[[Category:Ebon Gate Auction 2009]]