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{{H4HItem
Prize item for [[Hunt for History]].
| short = a dirty brass slug-horn wrapped in leather near the mouthpiece

|details = This item is said to date to the [[halfling]]-[[elf]] battle at [[Ragalatan]].

|loresong = A hastily erected encampment of small leather tents appears before you. Halflings scurry purposefully between the tents, many carrying short spears or bows. Just outside the camp, a large herd of short horses shift slowly, like water disturbed by a gentle breeze.
<b>a dirty brass slug-horn wrapped in leather near the mouthpiece</b>


<b><i>Dates to the halfling-elf battle at Ragalatan.</i></b>


<i>This item has no show.</i>


<b>Loresong:</b><br>
A hastily erected encampment of small leather tents appears before you. Halflings scurry purposefully between the tents, many carrying short spears or bows. Just outside the camp, a large herd of short horses shift slowly, like water disturbed by a gentle breeze.


Again the Halfling camp appears, this time much closer. Screams of despair echo from off in the distance. One Halfling emerges from the largest tent in the camp, followed by a retinue of well-armed soldiers. You notice he is wearing some bright red fur-trimmed leathers, a heavy fur cloak and a polished brass helm stamped with intricate geometric patterns.
Again the Halfling camp appears, this time much closer. Screams of despair echo from off in the distance. One Halfling emerges from the largest tent in the camp, followed by a retinue of well-armed soldiers. You notice he is wearing some bright red fur-trimmed leathers, a heavy fur cloak and a polished brass helm stamped with intricate geometric patterns.
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The sound of a loud horn blow erupts suddenly as a series of images of a mounted Halfling charge flash before your eyes. Cries filled with pain echo all around you as you notice the confused elven lines straight ahead. The tip of an arrow falling straight towards you comes into focus for a moment, and then all is black.
The sound of a loud horn blow erupts suddenly as a series of images of a mounted Halfling charge flash before your eyes. Cries filled with pain echo all around you as you notice the confused elven lines straight ahead. The tip of an arrow falling straight towards you comes into focus for a moment, and then all is black.
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==Reference==
Unofficial documentation located here: http://members.aol.com/gs3augie/slughorn.html

[[Category: Hunt for History]]

Latest revision as of 17:11, 27 November 2019

This item was a prize from the Hunt for History.

Item

a dirty brass slug-horn wrapped in leather near the mouthpiece

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This item has no show description.

Details

This item is said to date to the halfling-elf battle at Ragalatan.

Loresong

A hastily erected encampment of small leather tents appears before you. Halflings scurry purposefully between the tents, many carrying short spears or bows. Just outside the camp, a large herd of short horses shift slowly, like water disturbed by a gentle breeze.

Again the Halfling camp appears, this time much closer. Screams of despair echo from off in the distance. One Halfling emerges from the largest tent in the camp, followed by a retinue of well-armed soldiers. You notice he is wearing some bright red fur-trimmed leathers, a heavy fur cloak and a polished brass helm stamped with intricate geometric patterns.

You notice a throng of Halflings, each holding a spear or a bow above his head. They are gathered before the Halfling in the red leathers, who stands easily on the back of a tall pony. The roar of the crowd is deafening, but you manage to make out the word, "Ragalatan."

The sound of a loud horn blow erupts suddenly as a series of images of a mounted Halfling charge flash before your eyes. Cries filled with pain echo all around you as you notice the confused elven lines straight ahead. The tip of an arrow falling straight towards you comes into focus for a moment, and then all is black.