Katzaniel Posted January 16, 2005 Report Share Posted January 16, 2005 Instructions The item: The lyre sits at the table, the simple beauty calling the attention of all who happen to rest eyes on her. Yes, her. Any Bard who has ever touched the lyre felt the clearly feminine spirit in the soft feeling of her wooden frame, in the way the strings trembled under deft fingers. And it has always been so for Seranil, the Lyre of Deception. Her origin is unknown, draped in the veils of legend. But it is said that once, long ago, a bard fell in love but, without a penny to his name besides those he earned by his performances, he knew he had no chance of winning the hand of his beloved. He traveled far and long, but his heart never gave him peace. Then, in a far land he happened to save the life of a Mage. As a reward, she wove her magic into the lyre the bard carried, in such a way that the music it played would move hearts according to the words of the songs he sang. What the bard didn't know was that the Mage had also fallen in love with him. When he left to pursue the lady who had his heart, the Mage cursed him; and, not being able to withdraw the magic woven into the lyre, she altered it subtly. Nothing is known of the fate of the bard and the lady of his dreams. But thus is the magic woven into Seranil: each word, each verse played upon her is twisted and changed subtly, influencing the heart and mind of those who listen. So, innocent words of love and peace could indeed lead people to become lazy and careless, and a war chant could make them kill their own brothers. Many had feared Seranil's power, until another bard came into her possession. And, being a cunning warrior and having a sharp mind, he learned to shape his songs and words to achieve exactly what he wanted. He prospered and learned even more on the power of Seranil, and at his death his sons inherited both the lyre and his father's knowledge on how to use her. So, Seranil got her full name: the Lyre of Deception, as no word played upon her should be taken at its face value. Do I have 10? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Peredhil Posted January 17, 2005 Report Share Posted January 17, 2005 Peredhil considers the tricksy Lyre, and the wounded spirit within seeking healing. I'll bid 10 for this. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Knight Posted January 18, 2005 Report Share Posted January 18, 2005 Give ya twenny. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Katzaniel Posted January 18, 2005 Author Report Share Posted January 18, 2005 Horace dashes in with utensils in each hand and brown sugar all over an apron. Ketchup clings to her hair and her foot is wedged in a cheese shredder. "Making Lemon Chicken Breasts for my date tonight," she murmurs apologetically, then grins and shouts, "Twenty-four!" before hopping out of the room. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Knight Posted January 19, 2005 Report Share Posted January 19, 2005 Twenty-Seven. Plus an empty can of Bruteweiser, and a wad of chewing gum. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Katzaniel Posted January 19, 2005 Author Report Share Posted January 19, 2005 OOC: I'm closing the bidding in 5 or 6 hours, whenever I can get to a computer after my class. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Katzaniel Posted January 19, 2005 Author Report Share Posted January 19, 2005 "We've got twenty-seven geld for this lovely instrument, twenty-seven, do I have thirty? It's music is unbelievable, ladies and gentlemen, going once, it's abilities profound! Can't anyone afford even thirty geld, going twice, for this truly magnificent device? Gone, for 27 geld to the man in silver! Come forward, fellow, no we don't need your beer can..." "Beer?" says Knight in disbelief. "Just beer? Give some respect to Bruteweiser! It's savoury, it's intoxicating, it's beyond belief! Come on, have you never tasted it?" He goes on for a full minute, with Katzaniel desperately trying to take his money and give him the Lyre. Someone from the crowd shouts, "Ten!" and soon Knight's litany is causing a subauction of the Bruteweiser can. OOC: Hope I didn't misuse your character, just having a little fun. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Knight Posted January 20, 2005 Report Share Posted January 20, 2005 OOC: No, you did quite admirably in use of me... But I'll tell you what, we can auction the can of bruteweiser... mwahahaha... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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