MistBlade

Fana weapons have scripts attached with a locked and an unlocked version. These were initially teased through the Ebon Gate prize hopper and then released with Duskruin Arena. When held, they alter a character's unique feature line.

Inky black threads slither just beneath the surface of his skin, shifting his flesh with disturbing, coiling movements.

Analyze

You carefully analyze your frosted glaes claidhmore and sense that there are some alteration restrictions.  Your claidhmore must be some kind of BLADED weapon. (No runestaves or bows, etc.)  SHOWS are fine to add but bear in mind the misty and shadowy nature of the weapon, evident in messaging.  The item description should not refer to the mist.  Original concept by Fana.

This item is fully unlocked.

You can turn the ambient messaging ON/OFF by PRODding your weapon.

Verbs: CLEAN, CLENCH, GET, DROP, LICK, POINT (player or no target), PROD, RAISE, RUB, STARE, and WAVE.  Messaging has a higher chance to fire, and there are three possible unique feature changes.

Verb Traps

TIER	VERB	FIRST	THIRD
Tier 0 Off-the-Shelf	RUB	You rub your fingertip along the edge of the frosted glaes claidhmore's blade, slicing through a few layers of skin. A large drop of blood drips onto the metal and bubbles as it turns to a dark mass. A crimson mist appears within the gooey substance and begins to flow over the blade's edge, dispersing into the air.	XXX rubs her fingertip across the blade of her frosted glaes claidhmore. It slices her skin and a large drop of blood drips onto the claidhmore, creating a dark, bubbling mass. A crimson mist appears within the gooey substance and begins to flow over the blade's edge, dispersing into the air.
	WAVE	You wave your frosted glaes claidhmore in a sweeping arc through the air, a thick viscous mist rolling off the blade and churning in its wake. You abruptly sweep the weapon back through the turbulent darkness, causing the mist to scatter without a trace.	XXX waves her frosted glaes claidhmore in a sweeping arc through the air, a thick viscous mist rolling off the blade and churning in its wake. She abruptly sweeps the weapon back through the turbulent darkness, causing the mist to scatter without a trace.
	RAISE	You raise your frosted glaes claidhmore and lay its blade flat against your forehead, pressing it firmly to your skin. A disturbing sizzling sound accompanies a burning sensation along your forehead, and you wince as you peel the claidhmore from your face. Interestingly, you notice your reflection in the blade, but see no lingering marks along your forehead. A mild sulfurous odor hangs in the air.	XXX raises her frosted glaes claidhmore and lays its blade flat against her forehead. A faint sizzling sound is heard just before she winces and pulls the claidhmore from her skin. A mild sulfurous odor hangs in the air.
Tier 1	CLEAN	You wipe your hand along the claidhmore's blade and a deep crimson mist forms and swirls briefly along the area warmed by your flesh.	XXX wipes her hand along the claidhmore's blade and a deep crimson mist forms and swirls briefly along its surface.
	LICK	At first you feel nothing, but then an excruciating pain develops on the tip of your tongue and slowly creeps to the back of your mouth and down your throat, nearly choking you! Thankfully, it only lasts a few seconds and subsides as quickly as it began.	XXX holds her frosted glaes claidhmore to her mouth and hesitantly licks the blade. A few drops of blood dribble from her tongue and onto the claidhmore's blade as a thin black tendril coils from the claidhmore into her mouth. After a moment, Arenglae's face appears to turn bright red, and she reaches up and grabs her throat.
	POINT No target	You point at your frosted glaes claidhmore and a fine, argent-sheened celestial blue mist begins to coalesce around the claidhmore's blade.	XXX points at her frosted glaes claidhmore and a fine, argent-sheened celestial blue mist begins to coalesce around her claidhmore's blade.
	POINT Targeted	You point the frosted glaes claidhmore menacingly at XXX. A fine, dark celestial blue mist begins to coalesce around the claidhmore's blade.	Arenglae points her frosted glaes claidhmore menacingly at you. You feel a slight tug at the back of your eyes as a fine, dark celestial blue mist begins to coalesce around the claidhmore's blade.
	PROD	You prod the frosted glaes claidhmore's blade with your fingertip three times. It now appears slightly more dull. You prod the frosted glaes claidhmore's blade with your fingertip three times. It now appears slightly more lustrous.	XXX prods the blade of her claidhmore three times.
	STARE	You stare at your frosted glaes claidhmore. Ripples of black mist form along the blade and engulf the metal in a shadowy haze. The claidhmore's blade seems to waver and fade beneath the darkness, but after a few blinks, the claidhmore appears to be back to normal.	XXX stares at her frosted glaes claidhmore. For a moment, she appears to fall into a trance, but then blinks a few times and seems herself once again.
Tier 2 Fully Unlocked	GET	You reach for the frosted glaes claidhmore and it nearly springs into your hand, like the return of a long-lost friend. The claidhmore's hilt melds perfectly into your palm.	XXX reaches for her frosted glaes claidhmore and it nearly springs into her hand.
	DROP/PUT	As you prepare to drop your frosted glaes claidhmore, jet black tendrils begin to snake and coil around the claidhmore's hilt, slithering upward. Mere seconds before they twine around your wrist, you release your grip on the claidhmore and the tendrils retreat.	Jet black tendrils begin to snake and coil around XXX's frosted glaes claidhmore, nearly attaching itself to her wrist just before she releases her claidhmore.
	CLENCH	You grit your teeth together as you clench the frosted glaes claidhmore tightly, and a sinuous thread of mist begins to wrap and twine itself between your fingers, nearly cutting off your circulation! As you relax your hand, the mist begins to dissipate and sinks into the blade with a lingering *hisssssss*.	XXX grits her teeth together as she clenches the frosted glaes claidhmore tightly. A sinuous thread of mist begins to wrap and twine itself between her fingers, which are now turning blue! After what seems like minutes, the mist begins to dissipate and sinks into the blade with a lingering *hisssssss*.

Ambient Messaging

Black tendrils begin to writhe and coil up the dagger, continuing up your arm and around your neck. Nearly strangling you, the ominous fibers sink into your flesh, and you feel a sharp pain along the side of your face.

Thin dark threads pulse and fade along the hilt of XXXX's ebon-hilted dagger.

As if searching for XXXX's hand, shadowy strands of black mist slither upward along the edge of his dagger's blade.

A dark, charcoal-hued mist forms along the length of XXXX's ebon-hilted dagger. Swirling purposefully, the mass forms a skull-like shape with black chambers for eyes. The shape dematerializes as quick as it formed.

XXXX's ebon-hilted dagger begins to shake violently in his hand.

A thick, dark liquid drips off the tip of XXXX's ebon-hilted dagger, but it evaporates before it hits the ground.

Mist-like tendrils slither across XXXX's ebon-hilted dagger, stretching like fingers toward the weapon's hilt.