A burst of energy arises from Mt. Zoaka, soaring higher and higher into the firmament like a bloody star, trailing streaks of ebon energy that discolour even the darkness of night.
Hanging for but a moment, the overwhelming scent of anise is briefly visible as the presence of the Shofet of Abyssal Scales is briefly felt. Then, shooting into the heavens, it abruptly vanishes and leaves nothing in its passing but the memory of the scent and a warm wind in its passing.
1. Lavinya sent me a Luciphage doll at a time when they were -impossible- to find, pretty sure they weren't showing up in doll packages so only old ones were around.Lantra said:Back with more AMA questions!
- What is the best gift your character has received, and why?
- What makes your character the villain in someone else's story?
- If your character was listed on TV Tropes, which entries would they be listed under?
Well, in the process of starting the semester, my laptop broke. So I am out of commission a bit more than I had planned.Terentia said:I am not entirely gone, but the end of the semester means grading, last minute administrative work, and other things! Hopefully things will settle soon!
Appearance:
a coruscating ring of the Eye awakened
Dropped:
Broken sandstone and scintillating gems compose this fighting ring, depicting battle between the
Enigmatic and Kethuru Almighty.
Examined:
Sustained upon a base of lacquered palm wood, this artfully-sundered
display takes shape from jagged chunks of sandstone and clouded quartz,
culminating in a circular arena nearing three feet in height. As the
warring of miniatures is carried out within, another war is perpetually
fought amongst the broken peaks that form this boundary. Fused onyx shot
through with polluting veins of viridian and carmine rises as though
questing to utterly consume the dioramic scene, claiming three-quarters
of the mountainous circle in a salvo of tentacular grotesquery. Where
the dozen and more mirror-slick appendages meet stone, angry fissures
blossom, the web of splinters inlaid with pallid citrine that radiates
from within a haunting portent of corrupting power. Only one figure is
shown in defiance of this onslaught, held aloft on a rod of glass that
elevates them from the crags and aims them straight toward the epicenter
of destruction: enshrouded in tattered wisps of silk, the valiant and
enigmatic being soars among a shower of prismatic bicone beads speckled
along nigh invisible wires. This veiled one could only be the Vernal
Tzaraziko, her identity made all too clear by the blackened, skeletal
arm she raises to threaten the hungering extensions of Kethuru, that
wretched orb that is the Eye of Illith itself reproduced as well in its
grasp. For long spans of moments the Eye alights with amethystine hues,
and the quartz that breaks the mountains' facade responds in kind, at
once illustrating the fleeting turn of the tides as the Enigmatic makes
war against the Almighty over the barren desert.