Maidhc O Casain
Na Bith Mo Riocht Tá!
The world seems to slow as Keeland steps up and flips the box open. Inside is a finely crafted longbow. It is made primarily from an ebony colored wood with ivory grip and riser. It is inlaid along its entire length with fine ivory scrollwork. Unstrung, it barely fits in the six foot box.
As the others watch, the young Áilleacht leans down and pulls the bow from the box. A look of exaltation crosses his fine features as he holds the bow up, and . . . nothing further happens. Time returns to its normal flow, Houwlou lowers the hand he'd stretched toward Keeland in a gesture to get him to stop, Aodhán and Tsadok recognize they're locked in a bear hug and laying uncomfortably up against a cactus, and Harnry continues looking from one to the other.
[sblock=OOC All]In case there's some confusion, time didn't really slow - it was my poor attempt to describe one of those slow motion scenes from a movie where everyone is trying to stop something from happening or gazing horrified as they realize they can't.[/sblock]
[sblock=Aodhán, Keeland]For a split second as the box is opened a very powerful magical aura shines forth from within. It is almost immediately muted, and the aura emanating from the bow is now minor. Neither of you can determine the school of magic.[/sblock]
[sblock=Keeland]When Keeland lays eyes on the bow he experiences a moment of dual consciousness. His own keen eye quickly determines that this is a bow of extremely fine craftsmanship - likely the crowning achievement of a Master Bowyer. At the same time, he is drawn inexorably to reach in and pick up the bow, and as he does so there is a sense of rightness, like the greeting of two very old friends.[/sblock]
As the others watch, the young Áilleacht leans down and pulls the bow from the box. A look of exaltation crosses his fine features as he holds the bow up, and . . . nothing further happens. Time returns to its normal flow, Houwlou lowers the hand he'd stretched toward Keeland in a gesture to get him to stop, Aodhán and Tsadok recognize they're locked in a bear hug and laying uncomfortably up against a cactus, and Harnry continues looking from one to the other.
[sblock=OOC All]In case there's some confusion, time didn't really slow - it was my poor attempt to describe one of those slow motion scenes from a movie where everyone is trying to stop something from happening or gazing horrified as they realize they can't.[/sblock]
[sblock=Aodhán, Keeland]For a split second as the box is opened a very powerful magical aura shines forth from within. It is almost immediately muted, and the aura emanating from the bow is now minor. Neither of you can determine the school of magic.[/sblock]
[sblock=Keeland]When Keeland lays eyes on the bow he experiences a moment of dual consciousness. His own keen eye quickly determines that this is a bow of extremely fine craftsmanship - likely the crowning achievement of a Master Bowyer. At the same time, he is drawn inexorably to reach in and pick up the bow, and as he does so there is a sense of rightness, like the greeting of two very old friends.[/sblock]