You carefully study an artisan design.
Item: Tapestry Type: Tapestries Org: Craftwork
Commodities: silk 125 rope 25 purpletint 5 greentint 2
Space: 25% Furniture Type: Wall Furnishings
Outdoors: No Container: No Can Have Lock: No
IMPORTANT: The main noun of this item MUST use this name: TAPESTRY
Appearance:
A darkened tapestry of wyrden woods
Dropped:
A darkened tapestry hangs here, depicting an archway into the wyrden night.
Examined:
This tapestry is woven from slender threads of gossamer, left pale
around the edges as dark, vibrant inks deepen into a picture of deep,
resonant night. Dancing shadows line the edges of the scene, twisting
with mauve vines to form an archway into a broad wyrden wood. Therein
lie a hundred implications and poignant silhouettes, the darkness
provoking imagination and fancy to produce scores of figures and
stories. Within the tenebrous entryway stands a lissome elfen woman, her
petite form a perfect balance of soft curves and well-defined angles.
Her skin is a lush, virescent cream, the creeping colours of new-turned
leaf overwrought with a dusky penumbra of flowing shadow that moves like
liquid silk across her frame. Dark braids of green fall in a heavy mane
from her delicate head, the narrow plaits only pierced by her pointed
ears as they frame the sweetly feminine features of her heart-shaped
face. Wide, luminous eyes shine with a clear gaze, their amethyst depths
flecked with shades of gold and red. Dark lashes archly attempt to
contain the unearthly, ethereal light, a subtle and haunting evocation
of desire. Her well-formed sylvan limbs taper into graceful hands and
agile feet, poised to dance away into the night.

You carefully study an artisan design.
Item: Tapestry Type: Tapestries Org: Craftwork
Commodities: cloth 65 silk 75 purpletint 5 bluetint 5 redtint 5 greentint 5
Space: 25% Furniture Type: Wall Furnishings
Outdoors: No Container: No Can Have Lock: No
IMPORTANT: The main noun of this item MUST use this name: TAPESTRY
Appearance:
a shadowed tapestry
Dropped:
A broad, shadowed tapestry of the Basin is here, covering one wall.
Examined:
Dyed in rich colours, this artfully-woven tapestry depicts a Basin under
the shadowy influence of the Wyrd and Mother Night. The Glomdoring
sprawls across the South Basin in thriving glory, native ravenwoods,
hemlocks, and blackthorn trees growing in a riotous wyrden growth. The
tide of explosive life reaches from the Skarch Desert in the west to the
lower reaches of the Shallach River in the east, swelling over the
fading traces of the smaller settlements. The city of Magnagora remains
only as an abandoned husk swallowed by vines, the Megalith split open
like a blade of grass, and northwards, the Ackleberry is a thriving
wyrden forest of its own, twisted ash and ghostly willow bordering the
Toronada and swathing the highway in a green veil. The Inner Sea froths
darkly, its depths cloaked in impenetrable marine night; on its western
shore, New Celest lies empty, scrub and saplings slowly filling the
ruins surrounding the cracked cavity which was formerly the Pool of
Stars. Lurking at the foot of the northern mountains, even the
Serenwilde Forest is swollen with dark power, its poison oaks and
twisted moonhart trees seeping south.

You carefully study an artisan design.
Item: Tapestry Type: Tapestries Org: Public
Commodities: silk 100 steel 15 rope 25 greentint 5 bluetint 5
Space: 25% Furniture Type: Wall Furnishings
Outdoors: No Container: No Can Have Lock: No
IMPORTANT: The main noun of this item MUST use this name: TAPESTRY
Appearance:
a sleek tapestry of a gruesome battle
Dropped:
A sleek tapestry of liquid silks hangs along the wall, starkly depicting a gruesome battle beneath an alien sky.
Examined:
The sleek, liquid silks of this pale tapestry hang suspended from a
slender tube of blackened steel, dangling loosely in the air and giving
some movement to the gruesome scene woven into their threads. A muted,
sickeningly orange sky lies low over a shattered landscape of tossed
earth and broken stone, strewn liberally with gleaming yellow blood and
chunks of writhing blue flesh. The apparent source of these carnal
remains are two raging, blue-skinned leviathans, both alien and strange
beyond normal reckoning. One resembles a giant, six-legged, five-eyed
crab: the other seems a swollen wasp with tentacles in the place of
wings. Both are locked in combat with a smaller, more familiar figure to
whom the eye is drawn. Alone amidst the maelstrom of colour and chaos,
He is clad in armour of forged darkness, the otherworldy metal joints
gleaming dully in the dying light of a pale green sun. A huge black
halberd is held in His hands, smoothly moving through a lashing tentacle
to meet the charge of the monstrous crab. A tall, lean figure, His
muscles stand out clearly underneath taut, pale skin, lined with
sweeping tribal tattoos of ebon ink. The esoteric patterns crawl up His
neck and around His face, emphasizing its stern, angular lines, finally
framing His ebon eyes with a tiny flourish. He seems impassive in the
face of His foes, but subtle pieces of carriage and gaze hint at the
carefully controlled rage that lies beneath His methodical slaughter.

You carefully study an artisan design.
Item: Tapestry Type: Tapestries Org: Public
Commodities: cloth 75 silk 50 rope 25
Space: 25% Furniture Type: Wall Furnishings
Outdoors: No Container: No Can Have Lock: No
IMPORTANT: The main noun of this item MUST use this name: TAPESTRY
Appearance:
a tapestry of an ensorcelled wyrden tomb
Dropped:
A tapestry of an ensorcelled wyrden tomb lies silkenly along the wall, filled with flecks of light and dancing shadow.
Examined:
This tapestry is broad and long, the tightly woven silk strands dyed in
mutable shades that give tenebrous life to the twilight scene they
depict. A wyrden wood lies at the meeting of day and night, the trees
lit by twisting motes of light that play through the air like fireflies,
their incandescence sending shadows skittering across an open glade. In
its center lies a glimmering tomb of glass, translucent crystal fused
together seamlessly, barely diminishing the beauty of the form within.
Surrounded by rippling heat and strikingly divine in nature, the naked,
floating form of Isune is tucked into a fetal ball, Her slender arms
lightly wrapped around long, lithe legs. Feathers of ephemeral oily hues
curl around Her on furled wings and tumble down Her back in an avian
mane, subtly and languidly shifting with liquid grace. Between waves of
heat faint flickers of light dance silently about Her form, matched on
the floor of the tomb by prancing flecks of shadow.

He is a nimble faeling and drenched in shadow, darkness clinging and dripping from him like lightless water. His silhouette is lithe, lankish, and sinewy, run through with intricately curling lines of gleaming mauve ink. Thorned vines of this vast tattoo climb up and twist around his stubborn jaw and across the broadly angular planes of his face, revealing fleshy, brooding features and dangling waves of oily ebon hair. Amidst this darkened frame his large eyes shine with bloodshot, bright red and feverish. Behind him sleekly muscled wings are drawn closed like a great membranous cloak, the slightly ragged wingtips trailing to near his feet. He moves with an eerily predatory grace, his motions languid and sure.

Tae'bral, a burning flail of blackened steel

This massive weapon has been forged from thick, heavy steel, the long handle alone the length and breadth of a human arm. The round striking head is covered in blunt studs, but the eye is drawn to the blazing flame that covers it, flickering tongues of fire licking back towards the blackened steel of square chain links and the upper handle, from where a few esoteric runes glow like coals.

Tae'cas, a crackling flail of blackened steel

This massive weapon has been forged from thick, heavy steel, the long handle alone the length and breadth of a human arm. The round striking head is covered with blunt studs, but the eyes is drawn to the lines of blinding white lightning that dance over it, sometimes racing down to the blackened steel of square chain links, from where a few esoteric runes gleam like molten glass.

a morningstar of shadowed iron (New Moon)
-The cold iron of this brutal morningstar is covered in a strange umbral miasma that drips and clings like viscous oil, shifting slowly along it's length. Now and again a spot of pale steel will gleam through the darkness while the rest of the weapon remains dark and blurred, save for the pale blue light of archaic runes that shine from the bottom of the haft. The weapon's silhouette is long and surprisingly sleek, bulging with deadly purpose as it widens into a striking head.
A morningstar of shadowed iron lies in a pool of viscous dark here.

a morningstar of pale argent steel (Full Moon)
-The cold steel of this brutal morningstar gleams with a piercing argent light, the moonbeams cutting through the air and ripping apart surrounding shadow. The pale metal is spotlessly clean, unsmirched by dirt or darkness, the silver length interrupted only by the pale blue light of archaic runes that shine from the bottom of the haft. The deadly weapon is long and surprisingly sleek, bulging with deadly purpose as it widens into a striking head.
A morningstar of pale argent steel lies here in an aura of piercing light.

a thick wyrden cudgel
This cudgel is long and fairly thick, carved from old, wine-red ravenwood pitted with holes and cysts that are artfully worked into twisting lines of the totemic imagery. Tiny translucent spiders crawl along its length, darting between shadows and occasionally being eaten by the strikingly pale wasps and locusts that swirl around it in a loose, languid cloud. Gently gleaming motes flicker in and out of existence in the nearby air, casting a dim, dreamlike light over the cudgel's surroundings.