Liber Brassica Felix v 7

 Liber Brassica Felix v 7
Class: NONE
Race: ALL
 
 
Size: MEDIUM
Weight: 1.0
 
Value: 1cp
Item Lore: Liber Brassica Felix v 7
Then came the third and final

gift of Man,
Brought by Running Wolf, but

where had he ran?
A strange name for a druid

fine,
He closely resembled a friend

of mine.
The gift was a Robe, so well

made and sewn,
If I were a taller, I'd have

one of my own!
The neckpiece was silver,

smithed with skill;
Magical silver, metal bits and

water to fill.
Then, gems of the primary

colours and that chain -
A jeweller had clearly crafted

one main.
With pieces of Tunarean silk -

perhaps three,
A tailor had sewn the robe, I

could see,
Also using a pattern, and the

gemmed chain,
And a magical needle, or I am

not sane!
Those basic ingrediants six

went to form,
The luxuriant robe, honourably

worn.
Upon the magical silk, I then

did wonder,
A process exact, one cannot

blunder!
Combining a swatch of silk,

and magical essence,
And a pinch of Tunarean dust

would make sense.
The magical needle, now there

is a thought -
I think from a mold and metal

bits is it wrought;
Magical essence and water

don't forget to include,
Then smith in the forge

whenever is your mood!
So mankind and elfkind their

gifts had given,
By love of their Gods to their

arts driven.
A second star appeared

brightly in the sky,
As if the opening of another

deity's eye;
And so, to those of Karana's

humble folk,
To the duty of sacrifice,


passion awoke!
Sorrun, brave halfling, he

held high,
What appeared to be a

sumptuous pie!
So fitting for the halfling

kin,
There is no doubt he is far

from thin!
The pie smelled divine, made

from good dough,
A good shaped pie tin; the

filling, though
It seemed familiar, as if it

were a paste,
Created from vile plants in my

Caverns, make haste!
Slay them well, and mix them,

with flour,
And cream and allspice, a

taste to devour!