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Prize item for [[Hunt for History]]. |
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<b>Loresong:</b><br> |
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You catch your breath, and sing a few more notes. Your mind is assaulted with a thousand images, and you seem to be both falling and rising at the same time. |
You catch your breath, and sing a few more notes. Your mind is assaulted with a thousand images, and you seem to be both falling and rising at the same time. |
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Changing your tone an octave or two clarifies things greatly. You find yourself staring at a group of strangers, in a room devoid of any furnishings. One men looks over at you, clearly annoyed. "I do not know what you are doing here, or how you got here, but visit us again, and we will take all you own and leave you poorer than a pauper.” |
Changing your tone an octave or two clarifies things greatly. You find yourself staring at a group of strangers, in a room devoid of any furnishings. One men looks over at you, clearly annoyed. "I do not know what you are doing here, or how you got here, but visit us again, and we will take all you own and leave you poorer than a pauper.” |
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==Reference== |
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Unofficial documentation located here: http://members.aol.com/gs3augie/hammeredring.html |
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[[Category: Hunt for History]] |
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Latest revision as of 21:40, 27 November 2019
This item was a prize from the Hunt for History.
Item
a hammered gold and silver ring
Show
Crafted from pure gold with silver accents, the hammered band of this ring is quite thick. There are undecipherable glyphs on the inside of the ring, although a sigil of an hourglass stands out fairly prominently.
Details
No other details are known.
Loresong
You gently grasp the gold and silver ring, and start a soft song. Almost immediately you feel disoriented and unable to find your bearings.
You catch your breath, and sing a few more notes. Your mind is assaulted with a thousand images, and you seem to be both falling and rising at the same time.
Opening your eyes doesn't help one bit, you seem to be spinning like a top. The dizziness is making you ill, and it is nearly impossible to continue singing.
Changing your tone an octave or two clarifies things greatly. You find yourself staring at a group of strangers, in a room devoid of any furnishings. One men looks over at you, clearly annoyed. "I do not know what you are doing here, or how you got here, but visit us again, and we will take all you own and leave you poorer than a pauper.”