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Contest: Moon's-Heart Elven-Bracer
Contest Information: Contest Time! OK, made the custom called Moon's-Heart Elven-Bracer in 2011, but never RP'ed it. That being the case, and also Derg having absolutely no use for it, I've decided to have a contest to decide what abilities it conveys, power it gives and a history. Originally it was an artifact of the Elven people. So, contest rules: Xarden is judge so Hmail him before May 3rd. Describe the history of the item, and the power/abilities it gives the wearer. Good Luck! OOH I almost forgot the best part. Winner of the contest decides not only the item's abilities and history, but also what character gets it! ~Dergious
Winner
Maylari
History~ It is said that the bracer was forged in the Thurkear Forge (real room in Alithyra) by a half elven and half draconian blacksmith. The smith whom created it was said to have gone mad with sickness of the mind after the loss of his loved one, an elven girl whom he treasured beyond anything else in the lands. The courtship of the elven girl was not accepted by the family of the young elf. This was mainly due to the racial heritage of the blacksmith. Neither the elves nor the draconians accepted the man in general, let alone his choice of companions. The was little choice for him though, as the heart wants what the heart wants. The couple were secretly wed under the pale light of a blue moon and for nearly three weeks they were adrift upon a sea of wonderous happiness and joy. This all came to an abrupt end, when the families of them both came to the realization of the consummated relationship. The couple were sentenced to be torn apart and the man doomed to a gruesome death whilst the girl was sent to the far reaches of Lithrydel to live with distant relatives. The blacksmith was beaten and tortured before his throat was sliced nearly from ear to ear. The man was left for dead upon the night of a blood moon. The girl, upon hearing of her husbands demise, took her own life via a vile of poisoned liquid. The waning lunar light became dim and nearly vanished under the thick cover of heavy clouds. A storm brought rain to the lands that night and did not cease for several days and nights. Meanwhile, the blacksmith was not dead. It seems that the main veins in his neck were not cut through all the way, although badly enough to leave him unable to speak or properly breath. He allowed his wounds to heal as much as possible whilst he cried for his bride in seclusion from the outside world. He was going to save his strength to one day find her and reunite their forbidden love. It was months late that the man learned of what happened to his bride and stricken with a rage and sickness like no other, the man's mind and heart went cold and black. He began constructing an item with everything he had left inside of him that was left to give. He put into this item the last of his love, the brunt of his hate, his passion, his pain. The item was forged with one thought in mind, to bring back his fallen loved one, his true and only love. Sweat, tears and blood went into the making of the item and upon it's finish, the blacksmith died at the very forge he created the bracer in. His hand clutching the creation as his mind and heart finally completely gave in to the madness and sickness.
Powers/abilities~ The imbued abilities of this bracer is activated by several contributing factors. Mainly it depends upon the various shifts in lunar phases. As the moons cycle, so does the power levels of the bracer. Depending upon what certain phase the moons are in, determines the strength of the items powers. The second factor is the wearer. Specifically the inner workings of the wearers heart. The true intentions of the wearers heart determines the way the bracer functions, namely either for good or evil intentions and purposes. The more evil or good the wearers true intention are, simply amplifies the power of the bracer as an antenna booster would on a cell phone (to use a modern way of comparing it). So, if the wearer were to have a heart full of rage and hate, lets say due to the tragic loss of a loved one....and were to use the bracer on a full moon, blue moon, blood moon, etc, then this item could have incredible effects. Of course the opposite is also true that if the wearer used the item on a lesser lunar cycle and was not very emotional at all (dead inside) then the effects would be that of a mere leather or metal bracer having no to little powers what so ever. The power of the heart is at it's most heighten stage when controlled by the amazing force that is love. Should this bracer be used by someone whom is truly in love, then the most of it's powers would be made clear. No two individuals have the same outcome when using this item as it differs from person to person and is dependent upon the contributing factors involved.
Moon’s-Heart Elven-Bracer Entries
Lanlan
Legend tells the Moon's Heart Elven Bracer was forged from a piece of the moon's heart. It appears as an ordinary, however ornately carved, iron bracer during the day. Under the night sky, a brilliant silver light radiates from it as if from the moon itself. On full moons the wearer can summon an ethereal wolf pack. Their echoing howls herald it's arrival as an audience to the bracer, what's glow it will accompany until the day chases them away. On other nights, only the alpha wolf, Aatu, will be ambassador to the corporeal plane. Unfortunately, the methods of coaxing out the power of this bracer were lost with the creators. The legend also tells the creators gifted it to someone in secret, an inheritor. But no one knows for sure. If it's true, did they pass it on to their family after they died? Perhaps the inheritors were ignorant of what they possessed. Might the family have survived? Where do they live? Are there any left to receive the knowledge to unlock the power of this heirloom? And what type of person would wield it?
Kang
It was ages past. A human girl of some sort of royalty, what type has been argued for centuries, had just come of age. As anyone who's ever heard a fairytale could tell you, her father decided to hold a contest for her hand in marriage. He decided on a tournament of jousting, dueling, and ending with a battle royale. One judge would focus on prowess, one would watch for cleverness, and the last would scrutinize the contestants on and off the field for manners and kindness. Only the best would be good enough for his daughter.
One such contestant was from the nearby village, and had viewed the girl from afar. He was but a humble elven blacksmith, albeit one with a magickal prowess with silver that none could match. Many contestants came to him with orders for armor an weapons. He could have skimped and given himself an unfair advantage, but his honor would not allow him. Every piece he crafted was one of the best. His masterwork was a suit of armor made from a metal that he never revealed, nor did he ever use again save for when he forged the sword.
The day of the joust, the men found their place in the lists and prepared themselves. The blacksmith prepared himself with armor as fine as any, and waited. He scraped by the first round, but was knocked out in the second. Eventually, everyone was knocked out and the victor nodded to everyone and bowed to the girl. He never removed his helm, but his sigil, the crescent moon on a green background, was distinctive. Some recognized it, but they said nothing. The next day, the duels were staged. The result was the same. The blacksmith lost and the mystery knight came in first. The blacksmith decided not to participate in the last event. He felt he knew the knight and saluted him in congratulations. The knight nodded and returned the salute.
His decision not to participate is what connected the last piece of the puzzle for him. His masterwork armor was missing. He recognized the knight because he was wearing the armor. He rushed to the field to watch the battle. It was fierce, men falling and being dragged off the field. But one remained victorious: the one in the master's armor. The unknown knight stepped onto the winners podium, bowed and immediately fell apart. There was no one inside. The outcry began and the people were shocked. Eventually, it was contained. The armor was returned to the blacksmith, and he was questioned. No one could explain what had happened. The scond place winner was congratulated, but only tentatively. Further investigation was required.
In the following days, the girl accompanied the new winner on walks, on hunts, and to various events. All seemed to be going well, until one fateful evening when they were running late. A dire wolf attacked, mangling the princess and dragging off her suitor.
The other suitors fled. None wanted to marry a damaged girl, even if she was royalty. The blacksmith remained. When the full moon came approached, the true damage was shown. Her injuries healed themselves and she became a wolf. The closer the moon drew the more violent she became. The man she'd been engaged to hadn't been dragged off, but had mauled her and ran off. Soon, she too, would destroy the life of someone. The blacksmith wept. Three of his tears fell on the armor and it flickered.
He just stared as the armor animated itself and bowed. It had heard the hearttorn desires of it's maker and responded, just as before. It stepped toward the door, but paused. It removed one bracer and set it down. It shared a look and departed to hunt the treacherous suitor down. The man had been vicious as a man, almost defeating the armor. Dire lycans are tougher, the armor might not survive.
The blacksmith went to the ruler of the land and swore that he would not rest until the beast that had savaged his daughter was brought to justice.
That very next morning, a badly damaged set of armor pounded heavily on the door and immediately collapsed, shattering under the pressure inside. The remains of the half transformed dire lycan splattered on the ground, destroyed for all time, but there was still the danger of the girl. The blacksmith wept once more and the bracer he held began to glow. He knew what to do.
Once more he went to the ruler and asked to see the girl. He placed the bracer on her arm and waited. The night of the true full moon was upon them. The girl screamed and howled and her body tried to transform. The bracer denied it. Red mist rose from the bracer and her lycanthropy was cured. That is the tale of how the blacksmith won the hand of royalty.
((Bracer glows in the dark, can fight on it's own like a third hand for the fighter controlled by the wants of the owner, it also heals diseases including lycanthropy and vampirism but can't reverse the process once it's taken hold))
Vaas
The elvish people believe in a grand utopia of peace and prosperity though the war on evil render that belief as just a fantasy. They still believe it; upon the wars that have came to their lands. They found that the moon guided them in the everlasting siege of good and evil, through the elven moon priest' they managed to imbue the beauty of moonlight into the bracelets of their warmonger generals, as well as a select few moon priest chose to reward these as gifts of battle, their identity known solely to the moon guard and priest, elves have little idea of the properties the gauntlets possess
Daine
Moon's-Heart Elven-Bracer Description: An enchanted wood bracer that entangles itself around the wearer to snap into place. Carved into the wood would be cycles of the moon.
History: During the Sylvan Empire was a relic of holy restorative abilities when worn. The item carefully being passed down each generation of king to king, the item being duly noted as nobility. Upon the night's full moon is when a ceremonious gathering would occur, the king appearing before his people to place a magical bracer upon his left wrist. Said wooden bracer would writhe around the flesh before tightly latching itself onto the wearer for the fall of the moon cycle. An intense surge of power would course through the king's veins giving him a momentary feeling of immortality. Illness, disease or even poisonous tampering could not harm the king while he wore the bracer. It was as if the bracer itself was enchanted to protect the royal lineage from disaster; a blessing they'd call it. During the reign of the equal subsets turned nasty when one brother did not wish to share such a powerful creation. "I must remain perfect! Do not pilfer my immaculate design!" he shouted, his hand defensively resting on his wrist. What the king did not know was how terrible of a decision he made. . . Over the course of time his mind would twist, bend in ways that were questionable for the sane man. The bracer not meant for a permanent owner, the power meant to be shared, dispersed with loved ones. The stubborn king at war with his own brothers which resulted in nothing but casualties. Laughing maniacally at his own hallucinations, the wearer decided it was time to discard the item. Due to negligence with his own people, assassins decided his fate before him, the bracer still latched onto his wrist, the moon cycle unfinished. Crudely they sawed off his arm to retrieve such a prized possession the assassins unable to pry the bracer off until flesh was decayed over decades. A secluded tribe of Slyvan elves were the new owner of the rare relic, the ancestors knowing of its existence and power. Warning their young they told the tale of greed and power which led the downfall of their prestigious empire, longing to bring the copious economy back. Each full moon they would pass around the bracer to the lead shamans in the tribe where they would hold gracious rituals to keep the tradition continuing. Time has washed away the story of where the bracer came from or who even holds the relic today. Deep within the Rynvale ruins you can sometimes hear the faint chants of people on a night with a full moon.