Ancient Black Ora Katana in GemStoneIV

an ancient black ora katana for Tsorok


You sing in Guildspeak:

    "Hello, brave katana, Luxie is my name!
     Tell me your value, sing of your fame!"

Your vision clouds over and a scene unfolds before you.  The image of a scarred dwarf in leathers laboring deep in a dark, dank mine, grunting as he extracts precious black ora ore.  Orcs goblins, and other slaves load the precious ore and push the cart towards a towering smelter.  An oversized troll cracks a weighted scourge as the miners pass, tearing skin, leather and fur with equal ease.  Most of the miners are criss-crossed with scars and most have fresh, bloody weals.


You sing in Guildspeak:

    "Katana held dear, now be ever so bold
     Sing out your purpose lest ye be sold!"

You can see the dwarf laboring over a hot iron forge.  He mops his brow continually as he pumps the bellows then returns to the anvil, coaxing a weapon from the white-hot black.  Soon, the ora takes the form of the business part of the black ora katana.  He plunges it into a barrel of softly smoking oil, then another of a strange glowing substance, and then finally into a barrel of congealed blood.  He cackles madly as a shadow slowly takes form around it which soon twines around his hand.


You sing in Guildspeak:

    "Now katana true, I really like what I hear.
     Share more of your magic, sing it loud and clear!"


Your inner vision once again focuses on the scarred dwarf, carefully polishing the black ora katana before handing it to an emaciated mage with hollowed white eye sockets.  He incants over the black ora katana and looks pleased.  He raises it to the sky and shadows swirl around and a bolt of greenish-black lightning cracks over it causing the mist to scatter and then reform.  The dwarf and the mage both laugh maniacally.

Roundtime: 13 sec.



The scene shifts as the emaciated mage incants powerful charms over the the black ora katana.  He cackles incessently as he waves the katana, but suddenly shadows detach themselves from the wall and surround the mage, as the mist assaults him, shadowy fangs plunge repeatedly into his body, his mouth open in silent scream.  The mists slowly fade away and with them, the black ora katana vanishes.


    "O honored and shining katana, you own a glorious song!
     What special ability can you add to end this strong?"

Your song draws to a close and you feel the story has ended.
Roundtime: 10 sec.

As you sing, you feel a faint resonating vibration from the black ora katana in your hand...

The harmonics generated tell you that the katana inflicts more fearsome wounds when it strikes.
A strange necrotic haze sours your melody slightly, indicating that Dergoatean has infused the katana with the first tier of permanent Ensorcellment.

The katana resonates with your voice, indicating that it enhances its owner in the following ways:
    It provides a boost of 2 to Magic Item Use Ranks.
    This enhancement may not be used by adventurers who have not trained 9 times.
    It provides a boost of 11 to Logic.
    This enhancement may not be used by adventurers who have not trained 27 times.
    It provides a boost of 6 to Strength.
    This enhancement may not be used by adventurers who have not trained 17 times.
    It provides a boost of 3 to Wisdom.
    It provides a boost of 1 to Mana Recovery.
    It provides a penalty of -1 to Spirit Recovery.
    The katana looks to have almost innumerable charges remaining.

You sense that the black ora katana will persist after its last enhancive charge has been expended.
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