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WT: 1.0 Size: MEDIUM
| Liber Brassica Felix Vol. 7 |
| Language: | Gnoll |
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| Item Type: | Book |
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| Stackable: | No |
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| Merchant Value: | 0 pp 0 gp 0 sp 1 cp |
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| Lucy Entry By: | Kromagnon |
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| Item Updated By: | Oxgoad |
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| Source: | Live |
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| IC Last Updated: | 2020-11-11 23:39:43 |
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| Page Updated: | Sat Sep 7th, 2019 |
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Expansion:  Shadows of Luclin
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Book Text:
Then came the third and final
gift of Man,
Brought by Running Wolf, but
where had he ran?
A strange name for a druid
fine,
He closely resembled a friend
of mine.
The gift was a Robe, so well
made and sewn,
If I were a taller, I'd have
one of my own!
| The neckpiece was silver,
smithed with skill;
Magical silver, metal bits and
water to fill.
Then, gems of the primary
colours and that chain -
A jeweller had clearly crafted
one main.
With pieces of Tunarean silk -
perhaps three,
A tailor had sewn the robe, I
could see,
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| Also using a pattern, and the
gemmed chain,
And a magical needle, or I am
not sane!
Those basic ingrediants six
went to form,
The luxuriant robe, honourably
worn.
Upon the magical silk, I then
did wonder,
A process exact, one cannot
blunder!
| Combining a swatch of silk,
and magical essence,
And a pinch of Tunarean dust
would make sense.
The magical needle, now there
is a thought -
I think from a mold and metal
bits is it wrought;
Magical essence and water
don't forget to include,
Then smith in the forge
whenever is your mood!
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| So mankind and elfkind their
gifts had given,
By love of their Gods to their
arts driven.
A second star appeared
brightly in the sky,
As if the opening of another
deity's eye;
And so, to those of Karana's
humble folk,
To the duty of sacrifice,
passion awoke!
| Sorrun, brave halfling, he
held high,
What appeared to be a
sumptuous pie!
So fitting for the halfling
kin,
There is no doubt he is far
from thin!
The pie smelled divine, made
from good dough,
A good shaped pie tin; the
filling, though
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| It seemed familiar, as if it
were a paste,
Created from vile plants in my
Caverns, make haste!
Slay them well, and mix them,
with flour,
And cream and allspice, a
taste to devour!
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