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January 9, 2008, 7:45 pm

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Timepieces of Jal Mornelin


Obsessions rarely work out for the best, but chaos makes them interesting… -Anonymous

Full Item Description
These two intriguing pieces are inseparable. They are connected by two long chains of gold and silver woven together in an incomprehensible pattern of tangles and knots. There is no discernible toggle or latch to release one from the other, though the chains can easily be slipped over the head.

Hanging in loose loop of the gold chain is a small sundial. It is three inches in diameter and consists of an intricately carved face with a levered gnomon, or style. On the tip of the gnomon is a small sphere on the tip, the nodus. The face is lightly carved with curved lines near the center of the face and numbered squares along the outer edge.The bottom of the sundial carved with a numerical graph.
Along the one half inch edge is inscribed Mark and remember, this is precious to all.

As with the gold chain, the silver chain has a small loose loop hanging a moondial.
This is silver, three inches across, and resembles a rather large ring. It consists of a large inscribed silver ring, carved both inside and out, and a sliding lockable ring. A hole is mounted in a piece of metal, which is adjusted to correct date. When the moondial is dangled from the chain and facing the proper direction, the hole casts a shadow on the inside of the ring, telling the time by markings on the inside.


Jal paced around the obelisk in the town square, his long black robes dragging the ground behind him. The others were nowhere to be seen, but he was sure he was on time. He looked about the square again and then faced northward. He held the pendant delicately between his fingers.
I knew it! Nearly a quarter of an hour late! How am I to accomplish anything with tardy companions?
He tapped his foot impatiently on the ground, his arms crossed and a scowl on his face. He wished someone he traveled with had some of the respect for time that he did…

Jal Mornelin was a man obsessed. His preoccupation with time stemmed directly from his profound, if limited, experience with the necromantic arts.
Having nearly died once too often while researching new spells, he became very aware of his own mortality, and the finite amount of time he had before death came to claim him.
This mindset led to his extensive and arduous research into time, specifically ways to be fully aware of how much was passing.
After nearly two years of research, consulting sages, and traveling far and wide he finally came into the possession of two very rare items, a sundial and moondial.
Not wanting to loose either, he wore them both on long chains, getting them hopelessly tangled in the process.
As fate would have it, the previous owner of these pendants was a mage of some renown, specializing in the manipulation of raw magical energy.
He knew little of the man possessing the items stolen from him, but pursued him a year and two seasons nonetheless. They crossed paths on a cold winter night…

Seeing his most prized possessions dangling from the neck of a lanky, weak, pale death monger set him into a fit of rage. Jal, confused as to this man’s anger, prepared to defend himself.
He cast his strongest spell, the stranger doing the same. In his frenzied state the wild mage’s intended spell went horribly awry, colliding and combining with the one cast by Jal.
As the displaced snow fell back to the ground not only were both men gone but the pendants remained, glowing softly with their new and unique powers.

Magic/Cursed Properties
The sundial is a truly blessed item, though some of the effects are rarely apparent. It is uncommonly accurate, to the quarter hour, once the possessor learns how to read it.
Over the years the raw, wild magic imbued into this item has evolved.
The possessor can, at will, step outside of time for random periods. By the nature of the magic this time varies from one minute to one hour.
The other effects of this item are hardly noticed by the owner unless strong suspicions lead to investigation.
The healing time for all wounds the owner sustains is accelerated by one quarter.
The possessor also becomes quite fleet of foot when his own blood touches the dial.
These effects are continual; though work much better during daylight. All effects are slowly reduced, and then restored, over the passing of night.

The moondial is just the opposite of the sundial, very much a curse. It is only accurate on the night of the full moon. Every night after it becomes roughly an additional three quarters an hour slow, while every night preceding the full moon it is roughly three quarters an hour fast, assuming there is even enough light to take a reading by.
The same magic possessed by the sundial is at work here as well, though none of the effects are obvious until they are active.
The most detrimental is a form of random lycanthropy. The owner will, on the night of the full moon and the three preceding and following it, change into a random conglomeration of man and beast. The beast usually conforms to the surrounding terrain, though not always. During this change the possessor will revert to a primal mindset, acting on both the instincts of the beast and savage primitive man. By daybreak, the owner will revert to his normal form, none the wiser. No memory of the night, save for strange dreams, will remain.
The second, and only slightly less disturbing, effect is that of confusion. From dusk till dawn the possessor suffers from absentmindedness, becoming worst at the peak of the night. Most spells will be forgotten, direction can not be established, and often key information is temporarily out of the owners reach.

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Voted Cheka Man
January 9, 2008, 12:02
Can the moondial be cut free from the sundial?
the Wanderer
January 9, 2008, 12:08
Oddly enough, no. Not without destroying one of them and the magic of both.
Voted Murometz
January 9, 2008, 16:13
I like the juxtapose of the two dials, and Jal's obsession with 'time', especially the line below. I actually know such a person. Anal Al we call him. :)

I knew it! Nearly a quarter of an hour late! How am I to accomplish anything with tardy companions? He tapped his foot impatiently on the ground, his arms crossed and a scowl on his face. He wished someone he traveled with had some of the respect for time that he did

hit 'return' here and there to seperate the text. Would look prettier and be slightly easier to read.

Good stuff, Wand!
the Wanderer
January 9, 2008, 17:36
Any better? (It's been a while, my formatting is a bit rusty)
January 11, 2008, 10:50
A couple of points.

The sentence as follows:
As fate would have it, the previous owner of these pendants was a mage of some renown, specializing in the manipulation of raw magical energy.
He knew little of the man possessing the items stolen from him, but pursued him a year and two seasons nonetheless. They crossed paths on a cold winter night...

It's not completely clear who 'he' is in this context - especially since earlier you mention they 'came into possession' which does not indicate if he stole them, or bought stolen goods.

The focus on Jal seems misplaced - the important part of why the items were created in the first place is not covered, only that the maker was a specialist in raw magical energy. What made Jal a pale death monger? Was he a necromancer? This was not indicated until that comment by the unnamed maker.

I think with redoing the 1st paragraph of the History would help bring more direction and more 'Why' to the events described.

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