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This is the information about Sorrow, as I believe was compiled by Celtar. Having bonded to the weapon myself, I know this information to be true. -Madmountan |
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:''Information compiled by Celtar and Madmountain. |
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==Description== |
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Sorrow's actual description is: a massive vaalorn sword |
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'''a massive vaalorn sword |
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==Properties== |
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Some years ago at one of the grand pavilion auctions I saw a two hander come up and Bankur won the bid on it. I waited years for this blade to come into my hands. Keeping track of its owner and whereabouts. Finally I own the weapon, and it has indeed caused Celtar much sorrow. Hence the name he has given it. |
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Some years ago at one of the grand pavilion auctions, Celtar saw a two hander come up and Bankur won the bid on it. He waited years for this blade to come into his hands, keeping track of its owner and whereabouts. Finally he owned the weapon, and it has indeed caused him much sorrow. Hence the name he has given it. |
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Sorrow is male. He can be deadly to the wielder. The sword starts at +18 (must be level 9 to hold). The [[Attack Strength]] (AS) increases as the wielder trains. Celtar at level 18 was getting a bonus of 36. The brighter the pulsing light the more charged up the sword is, with blinding being the brightest. |
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===Bonding=== |
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Sorrow's Loresong can be found here: [[Loresong: Sorrow (saved post)]] |
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Ok besides being 6x enchanted. This is everything I've learned about the blade. It's a "he" as well. From what I see from the [[bard]] song. Will it ever attune to Celtar? No idea. Fun roleplaying item but damn deadly to the weilder. A few typos I note in its abilites as well. New note: The sword starts at +18 the min training to hold it is 9th. The [[Attack strength|AS]] goes up on the sword as you train. I do not know the max bonus at this time. Though Celtar at 18th was getting a bonus of 36. |
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Further note: I think this is the message that starts when it starts attuning to you. (pure speculation on my part though) |
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'''Possible start message |
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<pre{{log2}}> |
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The sword suddenly bathes you in a warm red light, pulsing with your breaths in a hypnotic rhythm. |
The sword suddenly bathes you in a warm red light, pulsing with your breaths in a hypnotic rhythm. |
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</pre> |
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Fully bonding with Sorrow takes 180 days: |
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<pre{{log2}}>You feel the sword submit fully to your will.</pre> |
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p.s: baring the Thingol Diamond, Ive never seen such a heavly scripted item. Actually its much more scripted then the Diamond. And til I learn if it attunes or not, I wont be using anymore spirit draining powers if you follow. Three decays via spirit death were enough to teach me.<Grin> |
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(1. Violent light, Focused implosion) |
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==Loresong== |
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You point your sword at a cold guardian. Suddenly a dim |
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<pre{{log2}}> |
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'''[VERSE 1] |
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The first thing you notice is that the sword is of normal weight for a weapon of its type, yet there is something irksome about its feel in your hand. |
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violet light lashes out at a cold guardian! |
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'''[VERSE 2] |
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A void rips open in the area, but not very close to a cold |
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guardian. |
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Air sucked from a cold guardian's lungs. |
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+10 Hits. |
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The cold guardian screams evilly one last time and goes still. |
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The cold guardian dies an abrupt death. |
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A number of items ranging from 8 to 19 feet from the void |
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were picked up and sucked toward the blackness. The items |
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did an accumulative damage of 70 as they caromed off a |
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cold guardian. The void disappears without further incident. |
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> |
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The sword is forged out of the darkest metal you have ever |
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seen. Thin tendrils of faint violet light dance their way from |
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the haft and along its length. For a brief moment you think |
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you hear a slight moaning coming from the sword itself. |
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> |
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(2. Green light, darkness) |
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You point your sword at Celtar. Suddenly a dim green light |
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lashes out at Celtar! |
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Celtar points his sword at you. Suddenly a dim green light |
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lashes out at you! |
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The area becomes darker. |
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(3. Orange light, Mana Drain) |
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You point your sword at a rolton. Suddenly a dim orange |
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light lashes out at a rolton! |
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CS: +84 - TD: +3 + CvA: +25 + d100: +35 == +141 |
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Warding failed! |
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A dull grey beam momentarily materializes between you and |
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the rolton! |
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The rolton shakes violently! |
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> |
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(4. Blue light, Mana disruption ) |
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point sword at squi |
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You point your sword at a rabid squirrel. Suddenly a strong |
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blue light lashes out at a rabid squirrel! |
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CS: +82 - TD: +6 + CvA: +25 + d100: +63 == +164 |
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Warding failed! |
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A powerful hit. |
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The rabid squirrel twitches its tail one last time and dies. |
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(5. Red light, Call Lightning) |
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You point your sword at a cold guardian. Suddenly a strong |
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red light lashes out at a cold guardian! |
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You notice a small cloud form above a cold guardian. |
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You notice the storm cloud begin to churn rapidly! |
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The storm cloud begins to build into a thunderhead! |
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You hear the rumbling of thunder as the cloud turns an |
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ominous dark hue! |
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Suddenly a lightning bolt explodes from the small |
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thundercloud and strikes a cold guardian with a brilliant flash! |
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The guardian is knocked to the ground! |
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... 45 points of damage! |
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The cold guardian is stunned! |
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> |
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(.B Other properties |
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(1. Berserking.) |
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The sword suddenly turns on you, lashing out! |
The sword suddenly turns on you, lashing out! |
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The sword starts to pulse with a dark rhythm, drawing you |
The sword starts to pulse with a dark rhythm, drawing you closer. You begin to feel your soul weakening as you start to submit to the bidding of the sword. Rage builds within you driving you bezerk! |
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'''[VERSE 3] |
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closer. You begin to feel your soul weakening as you start |
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An aura of great magic surround the sword, its vibrations lashing back at the sound of your voice. The sword begins to vibrate in your hands, nearly uncontrollably. You realize with a start that this weapon has a life of its own. |
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to submit to the bidding of the sword. Rage builds within you |
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Merryleon struggles to hold on to the sword as his sings. |
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driving you bezerk! |
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'''[VERSE 4] |
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Like warrior berserk. Also adds 9to AS during berserk as if I |
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As you sing, you sense resonant vibrations coming from the sword, matching pitch with yours. Soon a harmony is achieved, and a brilliant display begins to materialize before you... |
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had ranks of berserk at I think its 30 ranks. Minus to AS after |
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Dark skies loom overhead and thunder-bursts roll though a blackened valley. Two lone figures stand locked in mortal battle with monstrous blades. War songs fill the air, brilliant flashes of lightning obscuring your view. When they have cleared, the battle is at an end, one of the fighters impaled upon his own sword. Suddenly a horrible shrieking deafens you, as the fallen figure is seems to be consumed by his blade... |
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the berserking rage leaves that wears off like warrior |
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'''[VERSE 5] |
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berserking. All the berserking verbs work as well. |
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Your breath becomes labored as you try to coax yet more out of the sword... |
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(2. White light that stuns you for varying amounts of time.) |
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Images race past with unbelievable speed! Foes falling in battle... Friends turning against each other... Thousands of faint voices, echoing through the sky... Hundreds of years passing in mere seconds... All the while a horrid screaming fills your ears. As you attempt to delve deeper into the sword's history it suddenly lashes out at you! |
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The sword suddenly turns on you, lashing out! |
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You are stunned! |
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The sword suddenly shimmers with restrained energy, then |
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'''[VERSE 6] |
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emits a blinding white light which fills the room. |
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You are stunned for 10 rounds... |
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(( 2 to 10 rounds appears to be the stun times)) |
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(3. Tremors ) |
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The sword suddenly turns on you, lashing out! |
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The sword begins to tremor, violently shaking the whole room! |
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> |
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The ground begins to shake violently, making it hard to stand. |
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A cold guardian loses its balance and falls over. |
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A cold guardian loses its balance and falls over. |
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A cold guardian slowly floats back up. |
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(4. Weakness) |
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The sword suddenly turns on you, lashing out! |
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The sword begins to glow with a deep crimson. Thin tendrils |
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of light reach out and grip you, passing through your body. |
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After a moments you feel the strength rush out of your soul |
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in a wave of searing heat. The sword shines brightly leaving |
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you pitifully weakened. |
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You feel weak! |
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Minus 50 to AS. (stackable..if it does it again while the |
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current weakness is still in effect) |
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(5. Frenzy ) |
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The sword suddenly turns on you, lashing out! |
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The sword begins to wail an eerie song. As the sound fills |
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your mind it builds in pitch and volume, till it is almost |
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maddening! |
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You suddenly feel angered beyond all reason, causing you to |
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scream out in rage! |
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( Can't change stance to any stance but offensive) |
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(6. Plasma blast ) |
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The sword suddenly turns on you, lashing out! |
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A blast of pure plasma floods from the sword directly at you! |
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CS: +82 - TD: +70 + CvA: +4 + d100: +83 - -5 == +104 |
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Warding failed! |
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You feel a surge of intense energy suddenly tear violently at |
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your body! You feel drained! |
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... and hits for 10 points of damage! |
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... 5 points of damage! |
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Minor burns to chest. That hurts a bit. |
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... 5 points of damage! |
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You wince as the blast numbs your right arm. |
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... 25 points of damage! |
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Heavy jolt to chest causes solar plexus to explode. |
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Remarkable display of spraying blood. |
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You are stunned for 5 rounds! |
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... 5 points of damage! |
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Blow grazes your temple. |
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(B. Random scripts, the sword does these, I have no |
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control over when it does them. ) |
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The vaalorn sword shudders in delight. |
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The vaalorn sword wails in disgust. |
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The vaalorn sword screams horribly! |
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The vaalorn sword emits a high pitched shriek! |
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The vaalorn sword flashes brilliantly. |
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The vaalorn sword howls in anger! |
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The vaalorn sword pulses brightly. |
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The vaalorn sword sparks a bit. |
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(C. Scripts the weilder causes) |
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As you turn your vaalorn sword a deep thunderous boom |
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echoes through the room. |
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As you turn your vaalorn sword a piercing shriek slices |
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through the room. |
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As you turn your vaalorn sword a low vibrating hum fills the |
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room. |
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As you turn your vaalorn sword a loud snap cracks through |
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the room. |
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As you turn your vaalorn sword a faint whisper blows through |
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the room. |
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> |
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You feel the sword resist you slightly. <only the weilder sees |
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this resistance> |
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You swing a massive vaalorn sword at a cold guardian! |
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AS: +158 vs DS: +84 with AvD: +42 + d100 roll: +20 = +136 |
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... and hit for 32 points of damage! |
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The cold guardian is stunned! |
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Your sword pulses once with a weak green light. |
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Roundtime: 8 sec. |
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> |
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>You swing a massive vaalorn sword at a cold guardian! |
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AS: +161 vs DS: +84 with AvD: +42 + d100 roll: +64 = +183 |
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... and hit for 79 points of damage! |
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The cold guardian is knocked to the ground! |
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The cold guardian is stunned! |
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Your sword pulses once with a faint violet light. |
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Roundtime: 8 sec. |
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> |
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You swing a massive vaalorn sword at a mountain ogre! |
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AS: +156 vs DS: +68 with AvD: +42 + d100 roll: +80 = +210 |
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... and hit for 92 points of damage! |
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Weapon arm removed at the shoulder! |
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The mountain ogre's war mattock falls to the ground. |
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The mountain ogre is stunned! |
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Your sword pulses once with a dim green light. |
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Roundtime: 8 sec. |
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> |
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You swing a massive vaalorn sword at a cold guardian! |
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AS: +161 vs DS: +64 with AvD: +42 + d100 roll: +16 = +155 |
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... and hit for 36 points of damage! |
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Your sword pulses once with a strong green light. |
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Roundtime: 8 sec. |
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> |
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You swing a massive vaalorn sword at a cold guardian! |
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AS: +191 vs DS: +84 with AvD: +42 + d100 roll: +73 = +222 |
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... and hit for 133 points of damage! |
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The cold guardian is stunned! |
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Your sword pulses once with a shimmering red light. |
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Roundtime: 8 sec. |
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> |
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You swing a massive vaalorn sword at a cold guardian! |
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AS: +191 vs DS: +84 with AvD: +42 + d100 roll: +26 = +175 |
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... and hit for 61 points of damage! |
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The cold guardian is knocked to the ground! |
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The cold guardian is stunned! |
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Your sword pulses once with a blinding red light. |
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Roundtime: 8 sec. |
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> |
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(note: the brighter the pulsing light the more charged up |
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the sword is. With blinding being the brightest) |
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> |
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The sword suddenly turns on you, lashing out! |
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Brutal black energies flow from the sword and slam into your |
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chest! |
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> |
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The sword suddenly turns on you, lashing out! |
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The sword tears at your body with a pale yellow light. You |
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cringe in pain as you feel your strength torn from your body! |
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You feel drained! |
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Health point drain, up to all of it. usually around 75% so far, it varies. |
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The sword suddenly turns on you, lashing out! |
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The sword strikes forth directly at your chest with a terrible |
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light of sickly green. To your horror you feel your life force |
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ripped from your body as the sword shrieks horribly! |
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You feel drained! Spirit drain, up to seven spirit, it varies. |
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The sword suddenly bathes you in a warm red light, pulsing with your breaths in a hypnotic rhythm. |
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You learn nothing new about the sword. |
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When you are finally fully "bonded" with Sorrow, which takes 180 days, you receive the following message: You feel the sword submit fully to your will. |
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</pre> |
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==Positive Effects== |
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[[Category:Legendary Items]] |
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Revision as of 13:44, 1 April 2017
- Information compiled by Celtar and Madmountain.
Description
a massive vaalorn sword
Properties
Some years ago at one of the grand pavilion auctions, Celtar saw a two hander come up and Bankur won the bid on it. He waited years for this blade to come into his hands, keeping track of its owner and whereabouts. Finally he owned the weapon, and it has indeed caused him much sorrow. Hence the name he has given it.
Sorrow is male. He can be deadly to the wielder. The sword starts at +18 (must be level 9 to hold). The Attack Strength (AS) increases as the wielder trains. Celtar at level 18 was getting a bonus of 36. The brighter the pulsing light the more charged up the sword is, with blinding being the brightest.
Bonding
Possible start message
The sword suddenly bathes you in a warm red light, pulsing with your breaths in a hypnotic rhythm.
Fully bonding with Sorrow takes 180 days:
You feel the sword submit fully to your will.
Loresong
[VERSE 1] The first thing you notice is that the sword is of normal weight for a weapon of its type, yet there is something irksome about its feel in your hand. [VERSE 2] The sword suddenly turns on you, lashing out! The sword starts to pulse with a dark rhythm, drawing you closer. You begin to feel your soul weakening as you start to submit to the bidding of the sword. Rage builds within you driving you bezerk! [VERSE 3] An aura of great magic surround the sword, its vibrations lashing back at the sound of your voice. The sword begins to vibrate in your hands, nearly uncontrollably. You realize with a start that this weapon has a life of its own. Merryleon struggles to hold on to the sword as his sings. [VERSE 4] As you sing, you sense resonant vibrations coming from the sword, matching pitch with yours. Soon a harmony is achieved, and a brilliant display begins to materialize before you... Dark skies loom overhead and thunder-bursts roll though a blackened valley. Two lone figures stand locked in mortal battle with monstrous blades. War songs fill the air, brilliant flashes of lightning obscuring your view. When they have cleared, the battle is at an end, one of the fighters impaled upon his own sword. Suddenly a horrible shrieking deafens you, as the fallen figure is seems to be consumed by his blade... [VERSE 5] Your breath becomes labored as you try to coax yet more out of the sword... Images race past with unbelievable speed! Foes falling in battle... Friends turning against each other... Thousands of faint voices, echoing through the sky... Hundreds of years passing in mere seconds... All the while a horrid screaming fills your ears. As you attempt to delve deeper into the sword's history it suddenly lashes out at you! You are stunned! [VERSE 6] The sword suddenly bathes you in a warm red light, pulsing with your breaths in a hypnotic rhythm. You learn nothing new about the sword.