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Bardfest 2008 - Participation Pin
short: a cloisonne pin
long: a cloisonne numeral thirteen pin dangling a leering sapphire Cholen mask
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>rub pin
You rub your cloisonne pin.
You feel your mind open up to the world around you.
Cast Roundtime 3 Seconds.
>remove pin
You sense that your attunement to the minds of others has ceased.
You take off a cloisonne numeral thirteen pin dangling a leering sapphire Cholen mask.
(There does not seem to be a way to end thought net once started with this
pin.)
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>turn pin
You gently turn your cloisonne pin.
A warm ruby light begins to emanate from your pin.
The voice of a young woman drifts on the air, singing an old folk song of true love lost. The melody is clear and haunting. Quietly the song ends, like her love's last words fading on the wind.
Your pin slowly stops glowing.
>turn pin
You gently turn your cloisonne pin.
A cool emerald green light begins to shine from your pin.
Suddenly the air is filled with the wailing music of bagpipes playing a stirring march. The beat thrums as the music counters with a spirit-lifting melody. Suddenly the music stops, leaving only a faint echo which quickly fades away.
Your pin flashes for a moment then stops shining.
>turn pin
You gently turn your cloisonne pin.
A golden light suddenly surrounds your pin.
The sound of male voices lifted in song begins a foot tapping tune. It is an old tavern song telling the story of a dim-witted shepherd and a dairy maid. The sound of laughter and applause punctuates the climax of the song before the music fades.
Your pin brightens momentarily, then dims.
>turn pin
You gently turn your cloisonne pin.
Your pin begins to glow with a pale blue light.
A dreamlike whisper of sound fills your senses as it builds slowly. You hear instruments playing an old ballad, the music ebbing and flowing, slowly creating a hypnotic tune. The last chord comes all too soon then fades away like a passing breeze.
Your pin sparkles for a moment then stops glowing.
>turn pin
You gently turn your cloisonne pin.
A warm ruby light begins to emanate from your pin.
The voice of a young woman drifts on the air, singing an old folk song of true love lost. The melody is clear and haunting. Quietly the song ends, like her love's last words fading on the wind.
Your pin slowly stops glowing.
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Loresong:
You sense a magical aura flowing from the cloisonne pin, but nothing specific about its properties.
You learn nothing new about the pin.
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