Reveries of the Rich

[ludster]

 

Still, silence. Long had the old Proprietor that had once run Waystone Inn seemed to disappear into the ether.
Her presence run absent as her legacy lives on in the current holder of Waystone's keys, becoming merely an aspect
of history, left to be slowly embedded into the background.
  
And yet, her voice does not remain so forever.
Be it the call from Esshar's state, or the recent tidings and flow of commerce.
One thing was for sure: something had drawn one of Esshar's wealthiest back.
In her wake, a public invitation falls upon all that could bear audience to her.
A call for those who's money is in a standstill.

 

 

“Come one, come all. Let this be the chance for you to achieve more than what the world can offer.
Sitting idly does good times make men weak. Tell me, Esshar: have you been slacking off?
Had the flow of gold within your veins trickle into an utter joke? I had hoped that it had not."

"But then again, allow me to find out.
Let's see how deep your people's pockets go, hm?
An auction, by yours truly.
Be there or be square, hee-hee!”

 

 

Throughout the days leading upon the destined day of gold, missives manifest out from thin air.
Day-by-day, more revelations of the items for auction are and will be revealed.
Yet primed by the missives imposed and the one in question of hosting such an event...
These items will not go by cheaply, nor will they be run of the mill.
 
This. This is what the most lavish of sellers can offer. Could you possibly match the offers that fly by?

   

  
Date: Friday, March 11
Time: 7 PM, EST

(Items for auction will be periodically revealed throughout the week in this thread.)

[ludster]

  

"Now, now. Of course, I wouldn't announce anything of sorts willy-nilly without anything to show for. Right?

So allow me to give witness to you our first item for this coveted little auction, hm?
   
Bore from a land of intrepid gamblers and risk-takers lies a boon unlike any other.
When the cards remain stacked against your favor, to uncover and free yourself from their bind,
Wouldn't it simply be nice if lady luck can stand by your side at a moment's notice?
Why not achieve such splendor? It's much easier than you think.”

 

 

  
Fortuna's Favor [SHEILD]

Under the guise of mists does lady luck flow amidst the everyday lives of those that trickle through its branching paths.
Her grace befitting only to risk takers of yore, those that place their heart and soul on the line; a life of high risk, high rewards.

  

Such finds itself embedded into this alien and archaic coin.

   

Imbued with an uncanny err of fortune and prosperity, the markings imprinted upon the arcanium piece bears little to no
resemblance to the whims of history. None of such holds recognition to historians, save for a few that may notice the faint
hints to starlight and such culture.

   

However, one thing was as clear as its designs: there is luck to behold in this item.
For whoever wields such a thing, lady luck hopes to provide a pay off to their gamble.

  

OOC: This is a one time use item that can only be activated before the results of an RPB is revealed
by sending a ticket for its use; after which, the item will be consumed and deleted. When used, it will
provide the loser of the RPB a +1 to both their Injury and Cap rolls.

Boost: +3 crit

[CONSUMABLE ITEM]

[PRIMORDIAL'S HOARD]

 

[ludster]

   

"Well, shall we keep the ball rolling then, my curious audience?
I'm sure many of you are standing in wait to find that special item you yearn for.
   
A flower cared for a grown by yours truly. You wont find this anywhere else.
To bewilder yourself by such a flower, even the most beautiful of roses has the sharpest thorns.
Whether it be alchemy or artificing, or mayhaps something far more than artisan ship, this will take you far.
Something that magi simply cannot resist. One that feeds off of the very powers they uphold.
Surely, you'll feed this well. It's as if it were a part of me I'm willing to peddle.”

 

   

  

Okabe's Avarice [SHIELD]

1892AC - Forged by the Primordial of Wealth

Before a blackened bloom unfolds the confound and complex curls of a beauteous rose. Bearing the slightest tinge of blues,
the shady visage of a flower curls forth with an odd and alien persistence within its conflux.

  

Excreting the vivid scent similar to that of a rose in bloom during the tides of Spring, such a foreign thing bears no notations
or writings exhibiting its existence; primed merely as something that exists yet bears no resemblance to any worldly bud.

  

Such a thing were not grown upon soil like flowers of norm. Instead it seemed to have been manifested as a completed item
in an instant. It yields not to wilting, merely thriving despite the lack of a venerable roots, sunlight, or nutrients.

  

All it siphons is the very hand that graces its stem.

  

As a plant that seeks to quell and consume mana, the very essence of a magi's touch seems to provide it life. Like a leech, its
bite is subtle, yet the drain noticeable the longer one dares to grasp its thorny form. And, in response, the rose shifts in color;
it alters, garnering the hues connotative to the very magic absorbed from the holder.

  

All inspired by the namesake of its progenitor and their specialty. A bloom native to a foreign place.

Boost: None

[DEV ITEM]

[PAINTSCAPE]

  

[ludster]

 

"Now then. This next one, surely, some of you might be interested in.
I know for a fact that some feel miffed, missing, torn.
Do you have the coin to fill in that gaping void? Or will you lose out?
 
Here, obtained through unpronounced means and methods, holds a primed key.
One that offers the contrived secrets... of youth. Oho, sounds familiar?
Myths? Legends? Why don't you find out yourself?
After all, it took me quite some effort to find this.”

 

  

  

First Half of a Youth Potion Recipe [SHIELD]

Within the annals of history lies the forgotten scribblings of a tale of immortality. Whereas the fountain of youth holds

nothing more than partial presence as a myth, the liquid which were said to have been spewed in its wake held more

recognition than its source.

  

Written upon a decipherable yet archaic language does a weathered parchment find recluse to one of Eternia's most well-
kept secrets. An aspect of a miraculous brew, able to staunch to flow of life from the very blood of a consumer. To reverse
time, bringing back a youthful vigor upon those blessed enough to bear exposure to its rejuvenating flow.

  

Such knowledge laid openly to those curious enough to study it. The pen name Soma scribbled haphazardly to the side,
stuck out most compared to the writing of the words for the remainder of the notes.

  

And yet, despite all this, with proper evaluation would one note a clear distinction within the texts that lay claim before them:
it were lacking. Omitted information, lost to time or purposed removal. Without the other half, such secret recipe would hold
no water in usage.

  

Such leaves the question of where could it be?

Boost: None

[DEV ITEM]

[PRIMORDIAL'S HOARD]

  

[ludster]

    

"Oh? What's this? How intriguing.
This next item, well, I'm sure alchemists know well.
Yet have been too poor to make it themselves!
Not I though, hee-hee!
    
A miraculous potion, placated as an item able to renew vigor.
To fluctuate healing properties, basking upon the essence of health.
To bring back what was yours; mend flesh, bone, and mind.
How much are you willing to spend to regain such?”

   

   

   

White Oil
A careful blend of rare ingredients to produce the ultimate regenerative remedy. When poured onto injured
flesh, it restores the limb, what was once there regenerating anew within seconds. If drank, it will restore any
permanent damage to the magical circuits.
   
Dubbed as one of alchemy's miracle brews, such a rare concoction bolsters its clout to an insurmountable and
brazen proportion. Coveted by battle scarred warriors, mayhaps even this can return a sullied combatant back
into the fray of war and battle.

   

[ludster]

 

"Ah, now this one. Oh dear, this one.
Who could have fathomed that a relic were to be up for auction?
Well. I would. After all, everything has a price, my dears.
Royalty is no exception. Money makes the world go 'round.
    
Forged from gilded golds of a dragon's hoard.
Marred by the renown of a tyrannical king of scaled giants.
The secrets of dragons, connecting drakanites to their monstrous forbearers.
Surely, the one who can afford such befits the title of dragon king.
Right?”

 

 

 

Missives of the Dragon King [CROWN]

The towering confabulation of an emanating crown sits the jagged maw of fallen oppositions, gilded merely in golds to

accentuate their place as nothing more than mere decorations. Bejeweled by a hoard that would make even the most

ascetistic man fall to greed, the unparalleled make of such a piece roars in silence, draping all of draconic blood in a

unison of reprieve and respect.

  

To be worn only by those befitting of the name, the Dragon King's presence alone falls tied to the golds that run amok

this item's countenance. Any less would find shunning, as if the crown were sentient enough to note those who are not

worthy of its powers.

  

When worn does it filter the world into the eyes of an all-encompassing drake. The ancient tongue of draconic speech

becomes clear, as with the written word does it become decipherable. A passage betwixt humanoids blessed by scaled

tyrants and the very beings that dare contrive the mythos of Sluthia.

  

By all means, only draconic rulers could fathom to wear such a thing.

RPL: 200

Boost: +3 pow, +3 fire def

Race Locked: Drakanite

[SLUTHIA]

[DRACONIC RELIC]

 

[ludster]

  

"Well now, the aspect of this next item is quite baffling.
Moon-touched is what my client used to describe it.
Surely, some might catch it as interesting if so.
After all, an item attuned to a heavenly body.
Is such not popular?
    
Said to have been crafted by the moon itself.
To have been made in its liking, bestowed to humanity.
Let its evening glimmer swipe the hearts of all.
And let those that oppose it fall to its gravitas.
For no human hands could craft such a marvel.”

  

 

 

Moongrace [HEAD]

Gregarious tuffs of cloth coalesce upon an imposing glamor of stardust and whimsy. Belting a billowing flow

sends aflutter a gust of wind that allows such an item to sway with an unerring gush, even in the absence of

a breeze or a williwaw.

  

Fine silk adorn the creation of this besparkled scarf. Its mastered craftsmanship almost makes it look too perfect,

like no mere mortal could have sewn even a fragment of the material's complexity and grace in a single lifetime.

  

Hidden beneath the folds unveil an ethereality that can only be described as the very glow of moonlight. As if the

very one who dons such an article can feel their presence accented by the very grace of the lunar body during a

full moon. A harrowing experience, for one magi should not be able to fathom this much essence from the stars

at a single instance. And yet, here they are.

Boost: -15 mana, +5 cosmic pow

[PRIMORDIAL'S HOARD]

[LUNAR-TOUCHED]

 

[ludster]

   

"Aw. It would appear we are on the final item.
It had been quite a journey revealing and procuring these for you.
Surely, you won't let my effort go to a mere waste, hm?
You'll prove to me that Esshar isn't impoverished?
I hope so. Though, stay tuned. This is not the end.
       
Now then, for this last item I hold as one of my magnus opus.
Forged of the most highest grade of materials, this one unearths more than you'll bargain for.
The secrets of the world will unfold before your very eyes.
Each hidden aspect, expounded into your mind.
It would be good foresight to obtain such a thing.”

 

 

 

Gilded Talisman of Truesight [PENDANT]

1900AC - Forged by the Primordial of Wealth

Inlaid with strokes of ink akin to that of an ancient Shengese script, the wooden visage of this small charm

echoes an abundance of perception to those graced by its touch.

  

"For one who opens their mind, no illusions can sway one away from the truth."

  

Carved of the highest grades of Izhuran goldwood bears a striking chunk of manicured material shaped unto

the presence of a small souvenir. Tied elegantly with a silken rope clings its upper extremities, allowing one

to bind such a piece of any spot of choice; most popularly being that over the side of one's hip or at the hilt

of one's weapon.

  

Painted cleanly upon its wide surface lies a multitude of symbols, each bearing a forgotten language that only

those within the highlands of Diyu could bear to recognize. Tongue of the old, said to have once been coined

by the very vessel of Jiuweihu itself. A provision that engulfs one with the very truths of the world in all of its

candid pain and glory.

  

For one who dares to bear witness to the sights this item offers unloads the burden of worldly wisdom. For

only those who had transcended past the mundanities of Eternia may witness it for what it truly is.

Boost: +6 pow, +5 crit, +3 meta def, +3 ether def

[EXALTED MAGIC GLYPH]

[PAINTSCAPE]

 

[ludster]

"Oh? Whoopsie. Did I forget to mention?

This auction is saved only for the rich and able.

We run a business, not a charity.

So if you can't make do with the prices...

Then sucks to be you, hee-hee!”
   

  
Opening bids for all items start at 50,000c.
Each bid must be an increment of 1000c.
Pay on the spot or lose out on the bid.
  

  

"Good luck, and see you there!”