Tinkling Box

There was a music coming from the box, a tinkling, it was composed of soft chimes.
The box was jeweled, artful, ornate.
It was a trap.
IT would allow you to carry it with you, feeding upon your surface thoughts, nibbling and dining. Over time, you would become distracted, many victims were believed to have fallen to alcoholism or similar distracting, nay, addling addiction or old age.
Within the box, nothing was visible, the clothed, padded interior empty, and ready to receive valuables.
In the space between the lining and the internal space's bottom, a spirit of the fae hides inside a non-space while endlessly reveling in the music of the spheres.
This small pixie-like spirit, when confronted, is known to call upon other Raksha, with whom it has a pact, often offering metaphysical currency in exchange of protection and help prolonging 'its story'. Many a mortal, or junior Exalt, lost their life to such a fight. In the Realm, the legend of the tinkling box is widely spread, in efforts to prevent it retuning, as one time one Imperial Holding having been breached, and the fight against the contained Fae, and its protector, who summoned its own protector, an Ishvara, in exchange for favors not recorded, scarring the land for miles around. The local Wyld Hunt chapter suffered ninety per cent casualties, trying to help. Subversive elements insist this happened in Wading Crane Rookery Prefecture and Berit, daughter of the empress, was in the Wyld Hunt unit that was bled dry.

Item type

Toy