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08-08-2016, 11:26 PM
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Time had passed, the events from before almost a fading memory. Perhaps you were lifted up to be let down. Perhaps the universe had forgotten. But it had not. The world has a way of testing you, seeing if you are worthy. What a better test than time? It transcends all things and brings even the mightiest to their knees. No one can escape the ever onward ticking clock, and memories come and go. But not the memories of things so ancient and powerful that they made a mark in time. For time is forever, you see, but there are beings and things which cause it to ripple, waver and even crinkle. As you are drawn to the apex of the world, surrounded by clouds and the stars above, you notice something not quite right. A little rift. A tiny aberration in time. You feel and sense it more than you can see it. Like a little place where two halves don't quite line up. You feel torn in two when your hooves straddle this imaginary line. And somewhere in the center, you see a shimmering light. Naturally, you approach. It's shiny, of course. There, sitting most curiously in the center of the field is a horn fashioned like that of the Moon Goddess herself. It's silver in color, straight and shorter with a perfect spiral, and connected by flawless, silver filigree is a chain with which it can hang around your neck. It's an artifact of the past. A piece of history from Helovia and those who were here before. Those who have lived as long call it "the moon horn". As your breath washes over it, the horn emits a deep sound and winds from your lips amplify into a massive, windy shield! Whichever direction you point this horn and breath into its mouthpiece, you form a windy barrier between yourself and harm. This is your piece of Helovia. Your whisper of history. Congratulations! :: [Item: Silver Horn | A silver horn which generates a wind shield when blown into] :: [Restrictions | Shield has a radius of around 3m and can block attacks] |
@Lyanna
