Item:Miniature gold-washed steel ox with long curving horns

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miniature gold-washed steel ox with long curving horns
Look: Shimmering softly in the available light, streaks of dark gold glitter accentuate the bovine's stocky, muscular frame. Long tapered horns jut out from either side of his broad, triangular face, before arcing upwards into sharp points. A rough-hewn single-yoked harness, strung with tiny copper sun-shaped discs, hangs around the oxen's thick neck, fastened into place with strips of cream-hued fabric.
Weight: 5 stones
Metal: Unknown
Appraised Cost: 12,500 Kronars10,000 Lirums <br />9,020 Dokoras <br />12.5 LTBpoints <br />12.5 Tickets <br />12.5 Scrips <br />
Properties:
Dimensions: 1 length x 1 width x 1 height
Sources: Source is Shard's South Bridge Street Faire 415
  • STUDY:You think that the ox is a siegery toy. It is a male soldier.
The steel ox does not belong to you. You'll need to TURN him to make him yours.
You think you can DROP the steel ox to have him join in on a siegery game.
You can also PUSH the steel ox when on the ground to have him attack.
You can REPAIR the steel ox when broken.

Messaging

Successful Attack

  • The miniature steel ox lumbers forward, entangling <opposing figurine> in the traces trailing from the bovine's single-yoked harness. The ox gives a mighty tug and <he/she> is pulled to the ground, stunned by the impact!
  • The miniature steel ox lowers his head, touching the ground with the points of his horns. A high, chiming note sounds as a beam of incandescent light streaks down from above, setting the <opponent's castle location> on fire!

Failed Attack

  • The miniature steel ox lashes out with his long curving horns, but <opposing figurine> deftly avoids the impending skewering!

Death

  • The miniature steel ox grunts softly as he limps forward a few steps, before crumpling to the ground in a heap. Shaking his head, the mighty bovine sighs, head lowering as he goes still. A narrow beam of light touches the ox before fading away.