Unlocking the hidden enigmas within this blade have been an adventure and treat to unfold. The third person view of any bard attempting to sing to this evil blade, the story within the blade - having you longing for more and the hidden wisdom properties/bonuses within the shadow flares itself are remarkable. During a series of experiments it was discovered that the paladin spell "Consecrate - 1604" (a spell needed to start the bonding process among paladins) could not be cast upon the blade. I've bonded to several sort of blades, including true blade ora, before. Even took the liberty to research the issue on the wiki, forums and sought assistance in game. It was suggested to post here for the swiftest remedy.
What is happening:
prepare 1604 - consecrate
cast at no-dachi
Silvery tendrils rise up and wreathe their way around the black ora no-dachi, but quickly dissipate into nothingness.
What should be happening:
Silvery tendrils rise up and wreathe their way around the black ora no-dachi, forming a translucent shell over its surface.
Notation(s):
1. Yes, completely aware that 1604 and 1625 have to be cast before the curse of the black ora rising.
2. Yes, I've attempted Remove Curse - Neutralize Curse - and Pure Potions all before and after the curse rises.
3. No, I am not sure if the nature of the blade is so evil that it won't allow itself to be bonded, if a person has to be aligned to Lornon or if this was just a mere oversight and bug because of how awesome the other aspects of the blade are.
GemStoneWiki Site and Example:
https://gswiki.play.net/Using_Sanctify_(1625)_to_bond_to_a_black_ora_weapon
"Rush not, ever, into battle for long is the War. Only by surviving it, shall one prevail for we are the Guardians of the East, Vanguard of Honor, Pride and Glory."
Relic Hunter of Elanthia
a Cavalier of Ta'Vaalor
Lord Ty'Soru, Legaci
FORESTELF
NEWHALLJ
Re: black ora no-dachi with a blood red sandruby pommel - Bug or Design
12/27/2016 07:24 PM CST
I hope that it's a bug and can be fixed.
Would you mind posting more details about the weapon? It sounds really cool!
FORESTELF
Re: black ora no-dachi with a blood red sandruby pommel - Bug or Design
12/27/2016 11:33 PM CST
Story through Song:
Adagya projects her voice toward the black ora no-dachi, and it draws in the notes like a dry sponge eager absorbing water. The no-dachi begins to reverberate under the weight of the melody, and it throws back at Adagya a discordant version of her own song.
As your song flows into the black ora no-dachi, it is echoed back like a distorted reflection from a warped mirror. The discordant tones twist and writhe across the backdrop of your mind, bringing forth imagines that flash with alarming vibrancy. -- A light haze of smoke slants across the scene, back lit by dozens of ebony candles glowing with a purple-tinged brilliance. Your gaze pans upward, and you find yourself staring into the marble faces of the Lornon pantheon. The smoke dances languidly in your line of sight, creating on the pale visages the illusion of movement - leering smiles, laughter, and contemptuous gazes from cold stone eyes. Your breath quickens, and your sight begins to fail as all plunges into darkness.
As the notes of Adagya's song seep into the no-dachi, she takes in a quick breath as her eyes pan downward.
The notes of your song shed light once again on your marbled surroundings. Above, the patrons of Lornon gaze downward upon the scene, and you turn your eyes from them, instead taking in your surroundings. Around you rise the walls of a marble chapel, and tucked within the stony niches are windows of dark stained glass. No light filters through their jewel-toned panels, and instead, the light from a myriad of candles caresses their polished surfaces.
As the notes of Adagya's song seep into the no-dachi, she takes in a quick breath as her eyes pan downward.
Before you, in the center of a floor marked by concentric circles of brass-inlaid conduits, is a raised, ivory marble and obsidian altar. Atop the altar, the prone form of a young man lies, his face turned from you, and his limbs fixed at each corner. You can see that from each of the corners, thin rivers of blood run within brass-inlaid channels, conveying the sanguine liquid to the design underfoot. A glance downward reveals the labyrinthine pattern traced in blood, and the movement of your head causes your vision to swim. With a quick inhalation, your sight is extinguished.
Adagya's song hitches in several places at her breath quickens, her eyes widening as she gazes on sights only she can see.
With a frightful abruptness, your song calls forth a vision from the black ora no-dachi. -- You find yourself closer now to the altar at the labyrinth's heart, and a heavy weight calls your attention to your hands. You find there a black ora no-dachi with a blood red sandruby pommel, its blade smeared with incarnadine streaks. In your chest, your breath comes and goes in haste, and you feel a certain dizziness as you take the blade into one hand and extend your other to the face of the man atop the altar. Your fingers leave ruby-hued prints on his skin as you tilt his face toward you, and you hear an unidentifiable, though audible noise fall from your lips. All at once, darkness closes your sight.
Adagya's song entwines the no-dachi, and again, her body react to the answering visions. Her face contorts with an expression of disbelief, and Adagya stumbles backward, almost losing her balance before her song ends and she steadies herself.
The notes of your song draw you back into the black ora no-dachi's memories, and you find that the face looking up at you no longer belongs to the prone young man. Instead, your own visage stares back at you: sightless eyes, sallow skin, and lips perched open as if to draw the next breath, which never seems to come. Laughter begins to echo in the empty chapel, and you look up, expecting to see one of the marble statues come to life with morbid merriment. Instead, they are motionless, and you come to realize that the hysterical laughter is none other than your own. As you stumble backwards, your feet slip in the blood that runs in narrow rivers through the marble floor, and you feel yourself falling... falling... falling... until blackness engulfs you.
"Rush not, ever, into battle for long is the War. Only by surviving it, shall one prevail for we are the Guardians of the East, Vanguard of Honor, Pride and Glory."
Relic Hunter of Elanthia
a Cavalier of Ta'Vaalor
Lord Ty'Soru, Legaci
Adagya projects her voice toward the black ora no-dachi, and it draws in the notes like a dry sponge eager absorbing water. The no-dachi begins to reverberate under the weight of the melody, and it throws back at Adagya a discordant version of her own song.
As your song flows into the black ora no-dachi, it is echoed back like a distorted reflection from a warped mirror. The discordant tones twist and writhe across the backdrop of your mind, bringing forth imagines that flash with alarming vibrancy. -- A light haze of smoke slants across the scene, back lit by dozens of ebony candles glowing with a purple-tinged brilliance. Your gaze pans upward, and you find yourself staring into the marble faces of the Lornon pantheon. The smoke dances languidly in your line of sight, creating on the pale visages the illusion of movement - leering smiles, laughter, and contemptuous gazes from cold stone eyes. Your breath quickens, and your sight begins to fail as all plunges into darkness.
As the notes of Adagya's song seep into the no-dachi, she takes in a quick breath as her eyes pan downward.
The notes of your song shed light once again on your marbled surroundings. Above, the patrons of Lornon gaze downward upon the scene, and you turn your eyes from them, instead taking in your surroundings. Around you rise the walls of a marble chapel, and tucked within the stony niches are windows of dark stained glass. No light filters through their jewel-toned panels, and instead, the light from a myriad of candles caresses their polished surfaces.
As the notes of Adagya's song seep into the no-dachi, she takes in a quick breath as her eyes pan downward.
Before you, in the center of a floor marked by concentric circles of brass-inlaid conduits, is a raised, ivory marble and obsidian altar. Atop the altar, the prone form of a young man lies, his face turned from you, and his limbs fixed at each corner. You can see that from each of the corners, thin rivers of blood run within brass-inlaid channels, conveying the sanguine liquid to the design underfoot. A glance downward reveals the labyrinthine pattern traced in blood, and the movement of your head causes your vision to swim. With a quick inhalation, your sight is extinguished.
Adagya's song hitches in several places at her breath quickens, her eyes widening as she gazes on sights only she can see.
With a frightful abruptness, your song calls forth a vision from the black ora no-dachi. -- You find yourself closer now to the altar at the labyrinth's heart, and a heavy weight calls your attention to your hands. You find there a black ora no-dachi with a blood red sandruby pommel, its blade smeared with incarnadine streaks. In your chest, your breath comes and goes in haste, and you feel a certain dizziness as you take the blade into one hand and extend your other to the face of the man atop the altar. Your fingers leave ruby-hued prints on his skin as you tilt his face toward you, and you hear an unidentifiable, though audible noise fall from your lips. All at once, darkness closes your sight.
Adagya's song entwines the no-dachi, and again, her body react to the answering visions. Her face contorts with an expression of disbelief, and Adagya stumbles backward, almost losing her balance before her song ends and she steadies herself.
The notes of your song draw you back into the black ora no-dachi's memories, and you find that the face looking up at you no longer belongs to the prone young man. Instead, your own visage stares back at you: sightless eyes, sallow skin, and lips perched open as if to draw the next breath, which never seems to come. Laughter begins to echo in the empty chapel, and you look up, expecting to see one of the marble statues come to life with morbid merriment. Instead, they are motionless, and you come to realize that the hysterical laughter is none other than your own. As you stumble backwards, your feet slip in the blood that runs in narrow rivers through the marble floor, and you feel yourself falling... falling... falling... until blackness engulfs you.
"Rush not, ever, into battle for long is the War. Only by surviving it, shall one prevail for we are the Guardians of the East, Vanguard of Honor, Pride and Glory."
Relic Hunter of Elanthia
a Cavalier of Ta'Vaalor
Lord Ty'Soru, Legaci
SIMU-WYROM
Re: black ora no-dachi with a blood red sandruby pommel - Bug or Design
12/27/2016 11:41 PM CST
Can't help with the weapon, but pro tip, use double asterisks around the entire sentence instead of single ones around a word to bold everything. I see you did every single word there.
Wyrom, PM
Wyrom, PM
KRAKII
Re: black ora no-dachi with a blood red sandruby pommel - Bug or Design
12/28/2016 11:21 AM CST
And it may not be "black ora" in the sense of black ora, but pure scripty goodness. Which happens to be made out of black ora, because EEeeeevvviilllll.
GS4-KAIKALA
Re: black ora no-dachi with a blood red sandruby pommel - Bug or Design
12/28/2016 11:13 PM CST
>>No, I am not sure if the nature of the blade is so evil that it won't allow itself to be bonded, if a person has to be aligned to Lornon or if this was just a mere oversight and bug because of how awesome the other aspects of the blade are.
Definitely not intentional -- you should be able to Sanctify it. It's an issue with your physical item and takes 2 seconds to fix; I'll keep an eye out for you tonight (Weds) and tomorrow evening (and you're welcome to REPORT asking for me if you pop on); otherwise, I can set you up with notes so that you're able to assist and go the referral route.
The Lornon alignment in order to bond is a neat idea, btw. Though -- hopefully characters who decide to bond to black ora incorporate the nature of what they're doing into their personas, regardless of Arkati alignment. Definitely lots of RP potential in either case.
>>And it may not be "black ora" in the sense of black ora, but pure scripty goodness. Which happens to be made out of black ora, because EEeeeevvviilllll.
Haha. It's definitely black ora... the purest you can get -- this particular scripty goodness only goes on black ora items. That said, EEeeeevvviilllll is all a matter of perspective ;)
~Kaikala
From nearby, you hear Ordim yell, "Dont eat meeeeee!"
Definitely not intentional -- you should be able to Sanctify it. It's an issue with your physical item and takes 2 seconds to fix; I'll keep an eye out for you tonight (Weds) and tomorrow evening (and you're welcome to REPORT asking for me if you pop on); otherwise, I can set you up with notes so that you're able to assist and go the referral route.
The Lornon alignment in order to bond is a neat idea, btw. Though -- hopefully characters who decide to bond to black ora incorporate the nature of what they're doing into their personas, regardless of Arkati alignment. Definitely lots of RP potential in either case.
>>And it may not be "black ora" in the sense of black ora, but pure scripty goodness. Which happens to be made out of black ora, because EEeeeevvviilllll.
Haha. It's definitely black ora... the purest you can get -- this particular scripty goodness only goes on black ora items. That said, EEeeeevvviilllll is all a matter of perspective ;)
~Kaikala
From nearby, you hear Ordim yell, "Dont eat meeeeee!"
