Music Skills Messages
Skill part Messages
Concentration You grin merrily and begin to recall the lore.
Blessing Torm failure lvl Alas! You are not skilled enough to gain Crom's favor!
failure mental You are too drained to use that skill right now.
success You beseech the blessing of torm with your powerful music.
end Your great Blessing fades away. You feel incredibly tired.
Midas success You throw many gold pieces amongst the items on the ground,
then begin singing… Your song whips out from your lips and surrounds
the room, converting everything to gold.
sword is converted to 171 worth of gold.
sword is converted to 171 worth of gold.
sword is converted to 171 worth of gold.
dark longsword is converted to 514 worth of gold.
You chuckle and pocket the 1540 coins.
A Poets Possibility success You decide its time for a recital.
You recite: From fairest creatures we desire increase,
You recite: That thereby beauty's rose might never die,
You recite: But as the riper should by time decease,
You recite: His tender heir might bear his memory:
You recite: But thou, contracted to thine own bright eyes,
You recite: Feed'st thy light'st flame with self-substantial fuel,
You recite: Making a famine where abundance lies,
You recite: Thyself thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel.
You recite: Thou that art now the world's fresh ornament
You recite: And only herald to the gaudy spring,
You recite: Within thine own bud buriest thy content
You recite: And, tender churl, makest waste in niggarding.
You recite: Pity the world, or else this glutton be,
You recite: To eat the world's due, by the grave and thee.
You bow to your auidence, as thunderous applause fills the room.
The possibilites fade from existance, and you go back to your normal life..
success You decide its time for a recital.
You recite: Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art!
You recite: And watching, with eternal lids apart,
You recite: Like Nature's patient sleepless Eremite,
You recite: The moving waters at their priestlike task
You recite: Of pure ablution round earth's human shores,
You recite: Or gazing on the new soft fallen mask
You recite: Of snow upon the mountains and the moors
You recite: No -yet still steadfast, still unchangeable,
You recite: Pillowed upon my fair love's ripening breast,
You recite: To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
You recite: Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
You recite: And so live ever -or else swoon to death.
You bow to your auidence, as thunderous applause fills the room.
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