Post by Entori Be'te'waaaaaaaaa on Aug 26, 2012 17:40:17 GMT -5
//OOC, I rp my mage, some you know, some of you don't taking a great deal of time to make something. Often times these emotes are done alone, elsewhere where no one can enjoy them. Players have often commented on the detail of the item afterwards so here I plan to make tribute to all the things he creates, and the community can enjoy the RP I put into it. Or you can all think to yourselves "wtf .. noob" At the end of the day, its something for me to keep track of.
I encourage anyone whos had a past item of ents and recalls the descriptions to post them here.
Post by Entori Be'te'waaaaaaaaa on Aug 26, 2012 17:42:43 GMT -5
Many a night Entori is seen with a large peice of ironwood in great gaunt, he has de-barked it, smoothed the length.
It stands 5 feet high and is tapered along its length,
1/2 a foot down from the crest or top of the staff, stands 4 leaves, at each cardinal point, delicately crafted. evenly spaced between the circumference is an Lilly, carved and painted white, and delicate leaves and vines interconnect the two.
Post by Entori Be'te'waaaaaaaaa on Sept 2, 2012 22:15:25 GMT -5
Over the past several weeks, Entori has been seen on occasion with a wrapped package, within the package, is the staff which he unwraps to work on. â€”â€”
... the staff has gotten an ornate ring carved into it just below the leaves and lilies. Below this there are three symbols carved, each are equally spaced around the staff. One is a crescent moon of Corellon Larethian, another an oval with zags off becoming Labelas Enoreth's holy symbol, the last is the seven stars of Mystra. ... These symbols are roughly cut, and unfinished, as if awaiting some unknown adornment.
Below these Is a similar ornate ring carved below these, the rest of the staff is lined with straight cut lines that "barber pole" pole around the staff till aprox. 2" feet from the end where the staff is another ornate ring. The top 1/2 foot, is left unfinished, and the bottom 2 feet is also remain free of any direct carvings....
Post by Entori Be'te'waaaaaaaaa on Sept 3, 2012 0:31:27 GMT -5
"Wand of the Green"
These stylized wands are of a minor cantrip, yet they are a set of Entori's most Ornate wands, they are wood handles, that have a hooked handle to sit on a belt loop. They are studded with all sorts of minor green gems, and gem chips.
Made out of large piece of wood, wings are added and a feral looking monstrous head, clutching a "adventurine" in its jaws.
Entori makes several of these on occasion. some he occasionally barters to those who catch his favor. Gifts to others.
He keeps one on his person at all times..
if asked, he simply replies.
"Terrible creatures, these dragons, destructive, feral.. but terribly effective at ending the lives of trolls"
Post by Entori Be'te'waaaaaaaaa on Sept 8, 2012 0:17:38 GMT -5
Entori has once again returned to kale, and paid him the coin to remove his work from where-ever kale stores it.
today he ventured to the blacksmith and paid him a sum. He melt down a goblet of silver, and a sack of 50 gold in several peices.
Covering over the Holy symbol of Corellon, held strongly by newly met mage Issar, he poured the melted down goblet into the recess he had carved, and took out a wand of front. Holding the liquid in place with a dagger pressed against it, he murmured the command word. Cooling the liquid metal magically. this caused the liquid silver to reform swirled, giving a beautiful effect upon the holy symbol.
The next the staff was turned to the holy symbol of Labelas enoreth, and the recesses carved for such. He poured the liquid metal into the recess, for the setting sun. then he in a single control breath blew up the staff, leaning close, sending the molten liquid reaching up along the iron wood, in rays. Once again he turned a wand of frost to the staff to cool it.
Now the staff stands, with 2 out of 3 of it's holy symbols intact. No cystal or fuller.
Post by Entori Be'te'waaaaaaaaa on Nov 27, 2012 23:49:28 GMT -5
"Eha'fae'othril" short for; Ehalaer'faern'Ilaerothril, meaning the staff who stands guard over magic, is the name placed upon the this work. It is a creation of the elven wizard Entori Be'te'wa.
The staff bears at it's crown a Star Sapphire, it has etched gold attaching it to a staff of Iron wood, painstakingly carved, bears below the gemstone a grouping of Forest Lilies and matching leaf's. Separating this section from the next is a carved Celtic work ring.
Below the Ring is three holy symbols
Equally spaced around the staff, is the holy symbol of Corellon Larthian, it is a shining simple silver cresent moon.
The next is a golden with bronze hue , Sun with ray's reaching skyward, it is the Elven god, Labelas Enoreth's Symbol,
Thirdly is the Symbol of Lady Mystra. The seven star's upon the staff is done in purple and red gemstones. A purple crystal has been ground and ground into a fine powered and spread along the face of the carved recess and glued into place, where 7 shards of ruby have been cut and placed in a semi circle.
Again a etched Celtic circle is below this separating the hand hold from the rest of the staff. The hand hold is a spiraling cut, around the staff, it is quite similar to a "barber pole" but Elongated for an elven grip.
The Portion that remained for runes now stands a curved tree, carved out and a mithril tree inlaid into it, Atop of each tree there is stars, 3 are beljurils, 3 are moonstoons, the top a shinning flawless diamond.
the tree is given depth and character by having lines etched upon it, Upon closer inspection these are runes, the bases for spells. Like the stars above, which are cut in a princess fashion each star bears a series of tiny runes around the outside of the cut. each gemstone was filed, and polished gleaming and set with mithril.
Finally the bottom 1.5 feet, is a Admantine fuller, heavy, sturdy, it gives a sharp end to the staff and a sturdy base. balancing the staff and protecting it from the grim and grit along the roads of Cormyr.
Etched into the fuller is an enslavement, of the Litany of Arrows in elven.
May our Arrows Fly Swift, May our Blades Strike True, May our Spells Smite our Foes and Shield Us from Harm
Post by Entori Be'te'waaaaaaaaa on Jan 14, 2013 18:46:04 GMT -5
The Dragons Armor
This is a full set of admantine plate forged for Sword Major Kyra Greytower, with such, came helm, and surcoat to match.
The Armor itself is carefully forged to fit the human female, it might be tight here or there given the elven makers, affinity for non humans. It is sturdy and deep, with careful and simple binds, the leather is tough leather made from boar skin, from the hullack.
The arms upon the blade have been plated in gold, with fine detail, upon one side is a holy symbol of tempus, the other a cresent moon, wrought in silver. hidden upon the breastplate, underneath an overlap of metal, lies elven script. 'may the dragon always live on in those of cormyr's heart'
The surcoat, is quilted for cormyrian cold, and has a few minor enchantments to prevent ripping or tearing as well as burning or scorching. The quilt is dyed a fine purple, with a cloth-of-silver dragon imprinted upon it's front, the lining of the sides of the quilt is also such finery.
The helm is a admantine hooded links, attacked to more quilted material, they are finely made, but the links are not oval, they are a S pattern that doubles back upon it's self. This allows the user to have the hood up, and down with stiffness, so it would not flop about in battle.
Post by Entori Be'te'waaaaaaaaa on Jan 16, 2013 18:58:59 GMT -5
Armor of thy Father
This plate is also made of Admantine, however it bears a very different tone then the last.
The plate is made very thin, but it is rippled, doubled folded and folded, it is also less pins and straps then normal armor, and more of a set of vitally placed plates around the body.
The Arms and Legs are sets of folded plate that then to overlap, as if inspired by the way bark grows the ripples are slight, not as dramatic as Damascus blades, but there, with layer and layer, becoming smaller and smaller, forearms and shins are elongated and curved to suit elven frame.
The Body is similar in design but it is almost shaped as wrapped cloth does, it is two interlocking pieces that join, right shoulder to left hip, it tapers out from the waste and flares slightly with more folded metal over the chest. The chest is risen slightly over the heart, there the metal has been recessed, to where a Flawless moonstone has been embedded, held in place by 4 bends of metal, then a dull grey metal, steel or pewter has been beaten into a crescent moon, polished to a sheen the metal holds a "hardened look" and inlaid as if the moon is embracing the moonstone.
etched around the crescent moon, tip to tip, in a semi circle is a simple saying "defend us against our foes" in elven.
Post by Entori Be'te'waaaaaaaaa on Jul 14, 2013 16:16:25 GMT -5
The Ritual //to happen in game, here for planning purposes\\ Somewhere Deep in the hullack a mage stands over a circle, remains of a bar of mithril, have been broken and broken further, ground by some unknowing force into a fine powder.
Centering himself, with his minds eye he finds the weave, the golden light that flows through all things, art of the people and slowly he takes up a staff. Gleaming in the light he plants the Admantine fuller into the ground.
Stepping east first, he walks, raising his hand in the arcane symbol for fire, and lights a censer. In Draconic he speaks harsh and with a great voice "creatures of flame, plane of fire, I invoke you. The blaze that destroys forests the smoke that lingers, that burns, plane of fire!" *again with gesture of upraised arms, he draws forth the mithril powder, making a gesture, he lowers himself to draw a symbol on the ground in the mithril. "I bind thee to our works".
Slowly he walks south and uses the mithril as he goes to draw a circle.
Reaching south, He digs up some earth, and lays some mithril underneath the earth in the symbol of the earthly plane.
He speaks in Sylvan
"father earth where life grows, where mountains stand, and where many are buried. Where the Centaurs run and the mightest oaks define the sky, Open up your power to me!" his voice clear and loving like a fathers he carcasses the earth over his symbol and continues west to draw his circle around his staff.
reaching west, he opens up a flask of water, and pours it on the ground, he mixes the water with the mithril powder, making a symbol opaque and silvery. in elven he speaks "In the deep water is the air of our brothers, to us water is the gift of life!, Water that gives us food, nourishes our tree's I welcome you and invite you to swim with me in my works!
To the Noarth he moves now, a glimmer of light fading into the silver hand, his heartbeat raising his face becoming flush, as if touched by the cold winds, he speaks in celestial, shivering. "the mountain cold, and the stillness of the mountain air, Wind that can cool, or freeze, Air that we take for granted, Air that lifts the seeds of life, and that the falcons, owls and avariel take flight upon. air that holds the envy of all the world for the wonders it must see! I beseech you to join me.!" ending with a feather of an eagle he swirls around himself and stays suspended in the air!
East-ward now he turns, his minds eye clear on the circle as he closes it, in his head it shimmers. he returns to his staff and picks it up, and beings stamping a time with it, and movine in a 7 pointed star within his circle., slowly he disperses the mithril powder at first, his time slow, and he quickens, strands of the weave joining as at each point he makes a symbol. Acceleration with each point he places a symbol down. Abjuration - protection, Transmutation - Change, Evocation - war, Illusion -Mystery, Necromancy -death, Conjuration - life, Finally Divination - future.
Pushing past his thoughts and ideals through the grief of the lack of enchantment, he returns his focus, making sure the energy he garthered stays in his circle, but he moves with his staff now;from east, Moving it towards the sky, the light and the energy of the positive plane, picturing a sphere in his mind as he does this, then spreads the energy low to the shadow plane and back up westward creating the sphere, he is now at a hefty pace with his staff, the smoke in the air, water on his hands, cold to his skin, blood in his cheeks, fire in his heart. The weave swirled all around him.
He slams the staff down once, touching the outside two mithril 'arms of the tree' "For the peoples magic!", The Next outside two "For the peoples protection" Finally the center three "For the love in my heart!"
With his magic done, and drawn into the gemstones in his staff, he offers up praise to Corellon, LAbelas Enoreth, Finally to Mystra Goddess of Magic.
"let it be done".
energy gathered and spent, he slowly brushes away the earth his circle, energized the mithril solidifies in the ground, to stay or fade, it is a present reminder of the art done that day, a circle, with a seven pointed star, encompassing all that magic may or can be, with exception of one school.
Post by Entori Be'te'waaaaaaaaa on May 10, 2020 9:13:07 GMT -5
The Darkwood bow is well polished, with it''s shark skin handle and just the right height for the wizard. The masterfully crafted mark of J'nazzic rests near the three moonstones placed just above the arrow rest, a sight if you will.
It floats in the circles of the fey folk...
Above the circle, a towering thunderstorm blooms, the smell of the spring rains fill the hullack, as somewhere - deep in the forest a ritual goes on.
The thunder booms out like the beating of drums, the wizard raises his arms the weave floating with anticipation as he works the in languages. Nearby the two elves aiding him, raise up and lay into the circle, arrows made of elven steel. each one 13 inches long and each one touching the next, they move one arrow to the next, forming the circle, then forming the pathways. every 13 degrees around the circle an arrow is laid inward 27 paths, into a focus pumping with energy.
the pathways laid the wizard begins to case into the elven steel arrows, spells of lighting, of wind, of storms. The Azur bolts flash through the night in the elven-home. Arrows into arrows. the electricity runs, into the focus .. the power of the storm crackling above!
The Illusion of a blue dragon floats about the circle, it's lighting breath breathing into the the arrows the representation of rising power as the wizard chants, faster and faster he speaks.
"Summer rains and dragons banes, breath light lighting and force of thunder!" *he chants in elven* "of the wind and of the water, it gives birth to the lightings rains" *the pair of elves chant back*
*the wizard then raises up an iron rod directing the energies of the weaves* he chants in celestial now, then draconic his mystical voice echoing the thunders calls.
*he then chants the last of his spells into the circle, feeding the energy into he focus, the focus glows and the forest booms as a great bolt of lighting splits the air, into the bow, it's moonstones glimmering*