User:TWILSON

The official GemStone IV encyclopedia.
Jump to navigation Jump to search

Fancy loresongs I've found on some of my items.

a sylvan ash tambourine inlaid with glaesine

As you sing to the tambourine, your melody evokes various impressions from the ash.  The smell of ambrominas leaves drifts past, and the image of a shack near a tournament field forms briefly before your eyes.  In the shack's slouching doorway, you observe a fair sylvan woman finishing the last touches on the creation of her ash tambourine.  The fragile vision dissolves almost as quickly as it came.


Your magical song delves into the nature of the tambourine, evoking the image of an awkward elven woman.  The woman is falling-down drunk and wears loose cotton clothing.  A glossy spider watches from the center of its web as the elven woman buys the ash tambourine from the same sylvan woman that you observed before.  The sound of a coyote yipping surrounds you as the image fades away.


Harmonies echo from the heart of your tambourine, and those harmonies swell around you, guiding you into a vision.  You see a sun-scorched field, and the elven woman crouches in the field playing the ash tambourine.  A circle of huntmistresses listens, responding to the disbelief evident in the powerful music.  The vision ends as you finish your verse.



The resonances of the ash tambourine flow over you as sensory impressions.  You hear someone singing Song of Tonis and smell melted wax before the magic of your loresong draws you into a vision.  You see a rooftop garden, and, beneath a jasmine tree, the sylvan woman of the first verse sits conversing with the elven woman.  Vigilance shines in the elven woman's eyes as the sylvan woman acquires the ash tambourine from her.  The image dissolves away.


You sing to the tambourine, but receive only the normal harmonies of ash in return.  You sense that no one could have learned more about the instrument's history than you learned.  The harmonies fade as you finish your verse.

Your song waxes and wanes, but the vibrations yield only a quick, meaningless scattering of sensory impressions to you, all of which come too quickly and fade too swiftly to be identified.