[AU] Stone Bones

[Erekose13]

"Milk? Haha now that is a story to add to my journal." Phaern says jovially. "Here we were ready to blast that thing to pieces and a little milk took care of it. As for the stuff at the bottom, let's see I dont think I could fit under that helmet, and I don't use a crossbow. That bag looks interesting, let's have a look at what is inside." Phaern picks up the bag (or atleast hovers beside it and opens it) and looks inside.

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

*When Phaern opens the bag (about as tall as he is), he sees something shiny, like a blade. Taking it out, he finds a spryte-sized dagger, sleek and gimmering with crystal inlays. There are other shiny things in the bag as well.*

 

[Ashy]

Darthallys edges closer, peering at what is left inside the sack...

 

[rangerjohn]

Atlas

Atlas keeps alert, while the rest poor over the items. "Find anything interesting there guys?"

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

*Darthallys blinks his eyes, but they do not deceive him. There's a fine scimitar in that tiny bag!*

 

[Ashy]

The sibeccai is nearly drooling as he reaches into the bag and draws forth the scimitar. He holds it aloft for all (but most importantly, him) to see. "I should say this is a prize worthy of none other than myself!"

 

[Rybaer]

Leesea looks over Phaern's shoulder as the spryte-sized dagger comes out of the bag.

"Oh my," she says with a hint of child-like wonder. "It's beautiful. May I have a closer look?"

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

*The scimitar is quite elegant, made of a metal that gives it a faint purplish hue in the light. It's hilt seems to be carved of clear crystal, and there is a small, perfectly round mirror mounted in the crossguard. It's delightfully well-balanced in the sibeccai's hands.*

 

[Erekose13]

"Here have a look." Phaern says handing the dagger to Leesea. "That orb looks very interesting, any idea what it does?"

 

[Ashy]

*The scimitar is quite elegant, made of a metal that gives it a faint purplish hue in the light. It's hilt seems to be carved of clear crystal, and there is a small, perfectly round mirror mounted in the crossguard. It's delightfully well-balanced in the sibeccai's hands.*

Darthallys cuts the air several times with the blade, admiring its workmanship and balance. He then brings the crossguard up to his face and bears his teeth, admiring himself in the mirror. "Yes, yes, definitely this is a blade made for me..."