Inky black feathered wings

A pair of inky black feathered wings was sold at the Ebon Gate 2009 auction.

Item

a pair of inky black feathered wings

Glossy black pinions compose these immense and beautiful wings. Each silky feather showcases caliginous shades reminiscent of deepest night, when no moons shine, and there is nary a star in the sky, culminating in a velvety atramentous expanse. An ethereal darkness envelops the magnificent wings, gently pulsing in a slow and steady rhythm. With the slightest movement, tenuous black wisps, insubstantial yet turbid, radiate forth from the feathers in a mesmerizing display.

The item is displayed in the wings section of the character's features:

When first worn:
A pair of inky black feathered wings sprout from his back. An aura of darkness rolls like mist off of the glossy black plumage.

When closed:
A pair of inky black feathered wings sprout from his back, the wings wrapped protectively around his body. An aura of darkness rolls like mist off of the glossy black plumage.

When open:
A pair of inky black feathered wings sprout from his back, the wings extended proudly behind him. An aura of darkness rolls like mist off of the glossy black plumage.

Feathers imbued with the Darkness spell can be created by using the STRETCH verb.

a glossy black feather

An ethereal darkness surrounds the glossy black feather, occasionally sending out tenuous black wisps when an errant breeze hits it. The plume's caliginous hue is reminiscent of deepest night, when no moons shine, and there is nary a star in the sky.

Properties

• 1x a day Major Elemental Wave (435), void based
• 5x a day Darkness (206)
• 1x a day chance to make a feather containing the spell Darkness (206) using the STRETCH verb
• Functional Cloakworn
• May not be worn by aelotoi, as they already have wings.

Scripts

WEAR

As Person  drapes the wings across his shoulders, they take on a life of their own.  The wings float briefly above him, with outstretched plumage brilliantly displayed.  Flapping once, the wings extend slender, thorn-like tendrils from their base, piercing Person's back!  He flinches for a moment, and seconds later, the wings fold across his body at rest.

REMOVE

Person tears savagely at his back, clawing at the base of the black feathered wings where they have sprouted from his body.  With a final and forceful yank, he wrenches the wings from himself, spraying blood all over the place from the gaping wounds and raw flesh upon his back.

Person collapses to the ground in agonizing pain, bleeding profusely from his back.
  ... 52 points of damage!

RAISE

>raise wing
You raise your black feathered wings magnificently overhead, summoning powerful magic with an aura of black wisps.
The area becomes darker.

Person raises his black feathered wings magnificently overhead, summoning powerful magic with an aura of black wisps.
The area becomes darker.

FLAP

 >flap my wing
 You flap your black feathered wings rapidly, summoning powerful magic with an aura of black wisps.
 A wave of formless black ripples moves outward from you.
 A kobold is buffeted by the formless black waves and is knocked to the ground.
    ... 70 points of damage!
    Chest decompresses violently and explodes in a shower of bone and lung!
 The kobold cries out in pain one last time and dies.

>flap my wing
 You flap your black feathered wings slowly and deliberately, creating gentle gusts of wind within the immediate area.

OPEN

>open wing
You extend your black feathered wings to their fullest length.

CLOSE

>close wing
You retract your extended black feathered wings, wrapping them around your body protectively.

STRETCH

Person languidly stretches out each of his black feathered wings, unfurling each wing slowly, proudly displaying the magnificent glossy black plumage for all to see.  The motion causes an aura of black wisps to radiate forth from the wings.

Loresong

As you weave your melody around the wings, they suddenly come to life, flapping gently within your grasp. Several of the feathers softly brush against your face, momentarily obscuring your view.

When you can see again, your surroundings have changed to the shadowy base of a towering mountain where a cozy log cabin stands. A man of indeterminate race exits the small wooden abode and takes a careful glance around. He is getting on in years, yet not so old as to be feeble and decrepit. With a quiet sigh, he turns to reenter his home when suddenly, something crashes nearby! He rushes over to investigate the cause of the ruckus with the energy and vigor of a man several years younger. To his surprise, he discovers a large bird, nearly the size of a dog, with glossy black plumage, crying out in pain from a broken wing. Darkness falls upon the scene as the man carefully considers what to do with the injured creature.

Loresinger weaves a melody around his black feathered wings. The wings suddenly come to life and flap gently in his grasp.

Your voice caresses the wings tenderly, evoking another vivid scene from the mists of the past.

The injured bird perches comfortably upon a branch in a makeshift aviary, its wing splinted and wrapped in bandages. It appears wary as the man approaches cautiously from the side. He carries a basket of fruits, which he rests upon the ground several feet away from the bird. Backing away slowly, he watches with a slight smile on his face as the bird hops down from its perch and greedily eats up the delectable offerings. The man turns and walks away, a shadowy curtain falling upon the image, until all that remains is the here and now.

Loresinger's voice caresses the wings tenderly, and his eyes glaze over momentarily.

The wings in your hand pulse with a life of their own, responding to each note in your mellifluous song.

In the blink of an eye, you once again see the man tending to the bird, though this time, the creature seems friendlier towards its caretaker. The man holds an apple up to the bird, and it quickly snatches it up, crunching cheerfully on the fruit. Later on, the magnificent bird preens itself, taking care of its vibrant glossy black plumage. Several feathers drift softly to the ground, sending off an aura of black wisps. The vivid display catches the eye of the man, who approaches the feathers with caution. After the moment of wonderment passes, he gingerly collects the fallen feathers and brings them to the cabin, all the while staring intently at the feathers with curiosity. As he closes the door, the scene drifts into obscurity.

The wings in Loresinger's hand pulses with a life of their own, in response to his song.

An errant breeze ruffles the feathers of the wings as you sing, causing an unearthly rippling across the plumage that mesmerizes your gaze.

Soon, you can see the man standing in the shadow of the large mountain, staring at the sky. He watches with tears in his eyes as the bird flies off into the distance, never to be seen again. Clutching the bandages and splint in his hands, he lets out a lonesome sigh, saddened by the departure of his companion for the past few months. Lamenting his loss, he makes his way into his cabin and glances at a basket, filled with glossy black feathers he had collected over time. With one last glance out the window, he pulls out several feathers and begins to weave them together with a skilled hand. As the sun sets, the scene fades from your vision.

An errant breeze ruffles the feathers of the wings as Loresinger sings.

With each modulation of your voice, the wings sends off an aura of black wisps.

You are caught momentarily in the display, and when you look up, the man once again stands alone in the shadow of the mountain. Sprouting from his back is a pair of inky black feathered wings. With a deep breath, he flaps the wings once, causing a strong breeze to swirl around the clearing. He keeps flapping his wings, attempting to gain the power of flight, but after nearly an hour of trying; his feet still remain planted firmly on the ground. Crying out in pain and through tears of agony, he wrenches the wings from his back. He collapses to the ground and lies there for a while, sobbing quietly. The scene quickly passes to evening. With bandages on his back, man approaches the makeshift aviary he had built and hangs the wings he had crafted upon the perch where the bird once sat. Without a single look back, he hobbles back to his cabin and closes the door one final time. As it finally shuts, you are snapped back to reality, holding the very black feathered wings in your hands from the vision.

With each modulation of Kout's voice, the wings sends off an aura of black wisps.

As your song's melody dances around the wings, they rise slowly, only to fall still once again.