EQ2 FURNITURE



Total items from Kunark Rising: 4
Vehicles
Iksar Ship in a Bottle
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A miniature version of the Iksar raiding ship can be found in the bottle. It is tooled in exquisite detail and almost seems to rock up and down when you look at it.

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Discovered on 12 Sep 2007 at 8:20:30 PDT.
Books
The Final Days of the Leaky Drake
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This book appears to have been hastily bound into leaflets for wide spread distribution.

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Quest reward from [200] Qeynos Harbor Rumor Mill (Qeynos Harbor), started by Theyeurn Farael in Qeynos Harbor.

Discovered on 31 Jul 2007 at 9:29:53 PDT.
The Final Days of the Leaky Drake
Excerpts from the log of Captain E.M. James
By Scribe Peetry of Qeynos
Foreword
This was salvaged from among the wreckage of the Leaky Drake. All attempts to confirm what the log records with the sole survivor, Samwell Brighton, have failed. He mumbles incoherently and screams whenever we try to talk to him about it. Poor soul. We've left him now to the comforts of alcohol, which is all that seems to reach him in his current state.
Winds have been favorable. With any luck, we should reach Faydark within a week's time. I'm impressed with the level of efficiency and good behavior in this crew. Profits should be bountiful, and I don't mind sharing it with this hard working lot. It is this man's opinion that this should be as easy a voyage as I've ever made in my thirty years at sea.
The winds changed on us today. We'd grown so used to the sea's favor that when it was gone, we barely noticed. It was only by the words of our young cabin boy Nathaniel that any of us noticed. He among us was alert enough to point out the new resistance on our sails.
It's been two days since we were on course. Strange winds and shifts in the current drive us beyond all familiar landmarks. I have no idea what is happening. We must have made some critical error... We were too cocky and made some ill adjustments. Even the currents are against us now, driving us toward the unknown.
All I've been able to do is come to accept that we are entering new territories. I had Urin, a cartographer of some skill, begin tracking our course as best as he could. I believe we're entering waters not seen since the Cataclysm. The thought of such a discovery almost makes up for the disappointment over the potential loss of such great profit as we were looking at. We can only wait and see.
How this has turned around on us. At mid-day, crow-man Barnes spotted another ship. As we grew closer, we realized it was no ship of Qeynos, or even Freeport, or any other known territory. It is crude and the figures on it bestial and rough. We turned ourselves about and began to flee as best we could. Fortunately, our enemy seems to know these waters no better than we do. They follow us but are gaining no distance.
They are nearly upon us. We floundered in calm sea for far too long, while they managed to bring out oars. We have only a marginal lead at this point. I have been driving the men and women of this ship hard, but I don't know how much longer we can go. I must of course blame myself and my own near-sighted pursuit of money and glory. My first duty is to this ship and her crew, and I failed in that.
I write now as a battle wages above me. My sailors fight against the beasts from the distant ship. It overtook us by night, and the darkness didn't deter their slipping skillfully up lines onto our decks. The clever las Nathanial went first, torn nearly in half by one of the beasts. It should be my duty to fight, but I feel it is my even greater duty to record. For these monsters may surely find their way to Qeynos. Let it be known that --
Afterword
Only blood stains the pages after that. One can assume that at that point the attackers overtook our poor Captain James and his luckless crew. What happened upon those decks while Captain James wrote? Who or what attacked and destroyed the Leaky Drake? Are they coming for Qeynos? We can do nothing but wait and learn. What is clear is that all citizens of Qeynos should be alert and prepared for whatever may come.
-Scribe Peetry
Books
The Mariner's Lament
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This simple but elegantly made book is a transcription of an ancient poem close to the heart of all mariners.

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Discovered on 31 Jul 2007 at 9:27:24 PDT.
"The Mariner's Lament"
An old mariner chanty
Aye, when I was a small babe, me mother said to me,
You’re no child of mine, boy,
No child of mine indeed, boy,
I wish you were my babe, boy,
But you were born of the sea, born of the sea.
And when I was a small boy, me father said to me,
You're no son of mine, boy,
No son of mine indeed, boy,
I wish you were my son, boy,
But you were born of the sea, born of the sea.
And when I was a young man, me true love said to me,
You're no love of mine, boy,
No love of mine indeed, boy,
I wish you were my love, boy,
But you're married to the sea, married to the sea.
So with me heart in hand,
I said goodbye to the land,
Goodbye to all that I knew.
To the mother who birthed me,
And the father who sired me,
And the woman who made me a man,
With me heart in me hand, I said goodbye to the land,
And took a life on the wide open sea,
A life on the wide open sea.
And it's been twenty long years,
Full of many long nights.
In this life I claimed on the sea,
And though I may miss the mother who birthed me,
And the father who sired me,
And the women who made me a man,
I'd trade none of it in, not one single day,
To return to my life on land,
To return to my life on land.
For you see,
A mariner has but one single wish:
To live a long life on the sea.
And when the day comes,
That he breaths his last breath,
He be buried where he feels at home.
He be buried where he feels at home.
So let me die at sea!
Let me buried at sea!
It's all that I ask you to do.
For I gave up me life,
Me home, and my wife,
For a life what would truly be mine.
A life on the sea,
On the wide open sea.
A life that would truly be mine,
A life that has truly been mine,
A life on the wide open sea.
Books
What We Know of Kunark
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This book was obviously hastily thrown together and is bound loosely on cheap paper.

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Discovered on 12 Sep 2007 at 8:20:30 PDT.
What we know of Kunark
By Ebber Hauswobble
Just what do we know of Kunark? What is all this fuss over? I, Ebber Hauswobble, gnomish historian of Freeport, have endeavored to release this short tome regarding what is known about these long lost isles.
Full of deep jungles and high mountains, the land is an untamed one, and attracts those who wish to live similarly. The more civilized races have had a long, troubled history trying to establish ground there. Firiona Vie, an outpost begun by elves and later by other adventuring races on Kunark, was abandoned any number of times before reaching any sort of stability.
The knobby goblins, the badger-like burynai, and the wolf-men drolvarg were all known to flourish there. Do they still? Who knows! But with the recent troubles at sea we have been having, we know for certain that one people still flourish – the sarnak. A blend of dragon and iksar, the sarnak have ever long been feared.
And what of Venril Sathir? The great and terrible lord? Does his influence still run deep among the iksar of Kunark? We know that he has led empires to great heights and great ruin, and that the only thing that seemed to remain constant was his own terrible presence.
When the Cataclysm struck, all of these questions arose – to remain unanswered! Because Kunark has been cut off, lost in the turmoil of a troubled sea, there were those who thought that, like our moon, it might have vanished completely. But that, it seems, is a question that has finally been answered. It seems Kunark didn't vanish, but instead lurks beyond the swells, waiting, and its denizens have found their way out before we managed to find our way in.
Be cautious, citizens of Freeport! Especially if you should take to the seas. For as little as we know of Kunark, we know that it is not to be trifled with. Its jungles contain ancient power, and ancient anger, and perhaps other forces of which we have no knowledge.