"Oh yeah, you're a naughty mayor, aren't you? Misfile that Form MA631-D. Comptroller Shevat's got a nice gemstone disc for you, but yer gonna have to beg for it."
Legend has it that Bollikin was so endeared to all the smaller creatures that he could not concentrate on a chosen form at the time of fragmentation. Subsequently, the furrikin race have an unusually wide range of forms, some bearing a striking resemblance to rabbits or foxes or dogs or even small bears (looking like miniature tae'dae).
But it's true, every time I see "canine", my mind automatically goes to loboshigaru, not furrikin.
Legend has it that Bollikin was so endeared to all the smaller creatures that he could not concentrate on a chosen form at the time of fragmentation. Subsequently, the furrikin race have an unusually wide range of forms, some bearing a striking resemblance to rabbits or foxes or dogs or even small bears (looking like miniature tae'dae).
But it's true, every time I see "canine", my mind automatically goes to loboshigaru, not furrikin.
I'd think of toy/ small breed dogs more than larger breed. Dachshund, mini pinscher, scottie, furrikin anyone?
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What I'm getting from this is that loboshigaru and furrikin get it on a lot.
"Oh yeah, you're a naughty mayor, aren't you? Misfile that Form MA631-D. Comptroller Shevat's got a nice gemstone disc for you, but yer gonna have to beg for it."
He has "a mastiff furrikin" in his title. Saint Bernards can apparently be called Alpine Mastiffs, though I think he's more of a Cane Corso with undocked ears.
Because I have refused to dispose of my shambling little beasties and the flesh-nonsense seems to still be going on (plus not a single got-damn person has posted these cuties):
A horrific simulacrum of Tremula lurches unsteadily here, sloughing rivulets of pus and ribbons of putrid flesh as it keens in wordless agony.
An immense mass of shambling, pustule colonised flesh, this wretched abomination towers on a pair of stocky, writhing pseudopods, each easily the girth of a mature mammoth. Pocking its skin, necrotic sores throb, slurp, and gape streams of rancid ichor that trickle between festering boils and bulbous, tumorous masses to pool in thick puddles within its bulging folds. Occasionally the massive, glaucous veins that map its body pulsate with a disturbingly loud, irregular beat.
A horrific simulacrum of Tremula has an air of extreme strength.
She is a radiant immortal and carries Herself with effortless grace, suffusing the space around Her with sparkling motes that twinkle like morning sunlight. Gazing about with the preoccupied inconstancy of an artist, Her eyes are a crystalline blue-green flecked with gold and rust, though often their colours are lost to an inherent glow that flares and dims with the slightest shift of mood. Her high, prominent cheekbones, faintly hawkish nose, and full lips lend Her an aristocratic air which manages to complement rather than contrast Her sense of wispy, gossamer delicacy; Her form is slender, even fragile in build and appearance, and Her skin is fair to the point of translucence. Seemingly unconnected to Her, ephemeral and almost liquid wings which shimmer over with rainbows of colour like oil on water slowly sweep to and fro. Faint sparks of light drift within and about those wings in sporadic, yet intricate patterns, silently dancing around Her. She is wearing a snowflake preserved inside a gem of ice, an evanescent cloak of lightweaving feathers, a starlit circlet crowned with the Sun-in-Glory, a mist-emblazoned ring of smoky quartz, a crystalline rose of pure diamond, a bracelet of soothing twilight, a whimsical gown of dawn-hued ribbons and crystalline slippers infused with nacreous pearl.
Lustrous feathers frame Her face and cascade down Her back in a mane of snowy-white, whimsically threaded with wisps of daylight and strung with frosted crystal decorations.
"May this be the first of many new experiences for you, Heart of the Crescendo," Czixi says, smile quirking. "The future is an exciting place."
a wretched damsel Tatters of what was once a soft, silky dress lie in ragged strips upon the wretched form of this damsel, and an elegant hat lies askew upon her listless head. Her skin is deathly pale, her eyes black and surrounded by circles of livid discolouration. Her hands, thin and bony, are often held against her cheeks, where she cries unending tears of blood. An extremely unhappy air surrounds the young woman, almost visible as a miasma of darkness that trails from her dry, lanky hair. Her shape holds the curves of her femininity, though she does not appear aware of it.
a colossal blistering scorpion Amid a stream of clacking from its pedipalps, this colossal scorpion gazes about aggressively. Her carapace is covered in a menacing pattern of yellow and red, suggestive of raging flames, especially when the scorpion moves with sinuous motion. Arching high over her torso is a single menacing sting, crimson in colour, with a tiny drop of scalping venom forming near the tip of the tail. She scuttles this direction and that on many legs, surprisingly swift despite her frightening bulk.
a three-faced gorgon An abominable fusion of reptile and human, the three-faced gorgon hovers in the air thanks to tessellated wings that look like bone but are in fact solid quicksilver. Her serpentine lower half slinks in coiled curves of dark green-black scales, muscled and strong enough to break backs if it managed to wrap around a body. The gorgon's upper-half is vaguely humanoid, her skin textured with dark scales that ripple to the clawed tips of her hands. Each of her three faces is beautiful to a point, their mouths opening wide to reveal bronze fanged teeth and boar-like tusks that curl wickedly. The crowning glory of this dark monstrosity is the writhing, hissing mass of snakes she has for hair that drip poison from their mouths whilst snapping at any one who dares come close. Though she possesses golden eyes, her gaze remains downcast.
an iron wool three-horned ram The blazing blue eyes of the ram glow with horrific light as he tosses his head, showing off a triplet of curving, ridged horns that originate from his upper scalp and spiral to point at his upper back and his flaring nostrils on two sides. He is covered from head to tail with fluffy steel wool of a deep cobalt hue, which rustles with every movement and easily sparks into arcs of blue light that flash between regions on the ram's body, like a mini-lightning-storm. The ram's hooves are made of stainless steel, and they strike the ground with sharp flairs of light as the creature moves about, ever rustling.
a hulking abomination The gigantic abomination looms over everything, growling and raging and standing sixteen feet tall despite being at a half-crouch. He is covered from head to toe in shaggy crimson fur that is dirty and matted. Curling horns peek out from his thick hair, which drapes over a pair of beady glowing eyes. He holds a set of heavy red waraxes in his hands, swinging and slashing with them incessantly as he gnashes his rows upon rows of sword-like teeth. His form drips clotting, deep red blood, which keeps the fur close to his body. This fluid hits the ground with a sharp hiss and wisps of curling steam.
a broken living amphora Painted figures of Soulless Gods, awash in eyes and tentacles and streaks of unbearable void, adorn the surface of this broken amphora. The rim of the container is jagged like a ring of teeth, revealing a mixture of acidic blood at the surface and clear crystalline water below. Occasional splashes of blood spill out from the cracks and openings, landing with hissing and bubbling upon the ground. At the bottom of the amphora are three slender tentacles that spin at a rapid rate to keep the container hovering; the tentacles drip with slime, sparking with yellow electricity.
a leering bakeneko This creature superficially resembles a cat, a pure black cat of unnatural size and unusually long limbs. Her ears are narrow and pointed, her eyes a bright, unblinking yellow that glows in darkness. Her lips stretch wide from ear to ear, and rows of sharp gleaming teeth can be seen between them. There is a hungry look that lingers upon her face. Smooth and luxurious, her fur drapes over her body in soft ripples, covering the strangely bent and extremely narrow limbs upon which she tiptoes. A long, winding tail twice the bakeneko's length snakes out behind her, writhing and twirling as if it had a mind of its own.
a malevolent adjudicator With purple wavy hair twisted into tight curls, this adjudicator looks on severely with a haughty stance and lips pressed thinly together. His violet eyebrows are furrowed, giving his small, beady eyes a look suggesting inner malevolence, which he confirms by issuing forth peals of cackling laughter. Great billowing judge's robes cover his tall and thin frame, such that he looks like a slender stick wrapped in cloth. From time to time, he lifts a tiny set of scales in one hand that he rings with a golden stick in his other hand, as if the scales were a set of bells.
a nine-armed crabstrosity Part crab, part goat and part nightmare, the crabstrosity scuttles upon six spindly goat-like legs extending out from his large, brown-coloured shell. Two horns extend from just above his beady eyes and his nine enormous pincers, which are bright red and lined with goat teeth. The pincers click erratically, surrounding the creature with a cacophony of noise. A triangular flap on his abdomen opens and closes, revealing the goopy mess of his soft innards.
a decaying shogothessor From a distance, the shogothessor looks like a tall, heavyset man with wild shaggy hair and wearing blue, academic robes. Up close, however, the creature is anything but human. The robes are revealed to be his very skin, hanging from his shoulder in thick, blubbery sheets. His hair are writhing tentacles, each adorned with a random number of orange slitted eyes that gaze about with unblinking curiosity. His own eyes are also orange and slitted, all eight of them staring out in two bulbous rows, gazing intently at the heavy scrolls in his appendage-like hands. Occasionally, he licks his licks with a dark blue tentacle that snakes out of his toothless mouth.
an engorged anisakis Having escaped from the confines of marine guts, this anisakis has set himself to feeding upon whatever is nearby and nutritious. His skin is smooth and pale, membranous and clammy. Bits of his meals can be seen through the translucent flesh: blood, parts of creatures, smaller parasites, and other odds and ends. His form is so bloated that although normally lithe and sinuous, he can only curl himself into awkward knots before unwinding once more to seek other prey.
The portal: a fluctuating portal of unstable energy Shiny tiny pieces of quartz refract the light about this tear in space, creating a fluctuating portal of dynamic colours. The sand flows continuously through the portal flowing in both directions and maintaining an equilibrium. Wafting through the portal is the gentle hint of cherry blossoms and sandstone
a contorted minotaur The giant and twisted form of the minotaur stands nearly ten feet high. His head is enormous and bull-like, with wide flared nostrils from which clouds of steam rise, and a pair of curling, sharp horns filed to cruel points. His eyes are enraged, shot through with webs of blood vessels as they roll and shudder. The minotaur's upper body is a ripple of muscles, as if ready to burst the skin, which is covered in a coarse down of silver-grey fur. Lumps of muscle also define the legs, though they are so contorted it is a mystery how the creature moves at all upon his sharp hooves. His tail lashes back and forth constantly in agitation.
a six-legged vulture Malicious black eyes staring unblinkingly, this large vulture holds open her wide wings with silent grace. The wings feathers are long, black, razor-sharp, and meticulously cleaned. Her beak is a cruel hook, grey and tipped with the dark of night. The sinuous curve of her neck ends at a collar of fluffy bone-white down that streaks into a lattice of grey feathers upon the chest. Nestled below her abdomen are three pairs of golden legs ending in blood-red claws that look ready to slash and to rip.
Akin to a gaping wound upon the skin of reality, this portal burns with incandescent light - hot, loud and sickening in colour. Crackles of fell energy erupts from its edges in fractal patterns, dispersing into nothingness the further they race away. Peering within, the shadows and hissing of horrific beasts race along an infinite horizon of bruised and bloody skin.
Anita's description is of the portals to enter Weiwae's realm, which accidentally used the same short description as the portals present in this event. Moi's description is of the event portals.
They have absolutely no link to one another, and We are sorry for the confusion that this mixup has caused!
A mountainous mass of flesh-given-life towers overhead, its bulbous structure entirely unlike any lifeform of this world. All along the bloated monstrosity, wrinkles and then creases form upon its quivering outer layer like rivers deepening into ravines, only to disappear as the sarcous substrate reforms time and again. Bloody seams rip open to reveal mouths, lined with jagged, omni-directional teeth, that attempt to consume anything they fall upon before engorged sinews re-suture the makeshift maws as though they were but temporary wounds. Betwixt these gaping, temporary cavities, folds of mottled flesh part here and there to birth thousands of gargantuan, unfocused eyes. Strangely unseeing of the world they gaze upon, the eyes instead reflect fleeting glimpses of a singular figure as he ascends to heights of great power. In each unique vision of ascension, the individual stands obvious in his victory, glowing with righteous power; yet no sooner than each scene begins to transition to the remnants of a corrupted, melting world that trail in the oblivious viscantis shadowy wake, the corresponding eye finds itself almost instantaneously consumed by a freshly ripped mouth as piles of distended flesh constantly fold over and consume one another.
These are the names I have so far, but if you can add to them, thank you!: Consumed,
Subjugated, Dying, Broken, Blighted, Vanquished, Felled, Conquered,
Overpowered, Obliterated, Ruined, Annihilated, Cowed, Humbled,
Devastated, Wasted, Shattered, Overwhelmed, Overthrown, Quelled, Foiled,
Blasted, Surmounted, Ravaged, Demolished, Defeated, Thwarted, Doomed,
Devoured, Subdued, Sunken, Razed,
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The Dark Emperor A single glance would lend this figure the appearance of nothing more than a robed and cowled figure of shimmering gold. Closer, and under more scrutiny, the creature's twisted nature is revealed. Multicoloured flayed skin warped into a new shape covers his spindly hands, visible through its wide sleeves; he wears no footwear on his half whole, half melted feet. When he moves abruptly, there is a glimpse of the terrible face within the cowl: desiccated skin that might once have been scaled, sunken sockets that contain blazing eyes of flame, a hooked nose that ends halfway down in a gruesome display of bone and sinew. The scent of burned flesh and bitter brine hangs around him, almost nauseating in its power.
The Ordained Magician Staring haughtily about with a trio of mesmerising eyes, this creature is bursting with energy in his undulating flesh, which moves as if boiling. A thin circlet of silver rests upon the pulsating, bulbous head, which is otherwise covered in a black hooded cloak. Rays of erratic light beam from the figure through his impeccable shirt and purple velvet vest. His hands bear slick tendrils with suckers in place of fingers, and they are wrapped around a crackling powergem in one hand and a flaming scroll in the other; his flesh is illuminated but not consumed. A nimbus of flickering current weaves about his strong legs and coalesces into a brilliant cloud about his polished leather boots. He floats in the the air as if above the petty cares of the world while psionic waves issue from him like rippling heat.
The Megalomanical Lust At first glance, this male trill appears to be a perfect specimen of his race, with a cap of downy feathers tousled just so atop his beautifully sculpted face. Sable wings arch gracefully from his broad shoulders, vaned feathers fluttering in an errant draft. His tastefully ornate armour is embossed with symbols of prophecy, the runic markings aglow with shifting prismatic colours. Upon closer inspection, a deep, gnawing hunger can be seen in his expression, as if perfection alone were a flawed concept. His inscrutable dark eyes roam constantly, assessing his surroundings for potential ways to usurp or supplant whatever might come between him and his goals. A flicker of madness manifests in his expression, gone almost instantly, his breath suddenly quickening before he regains his composure.
The Imprisoned Hermit Torn scraps of long decayed clothing barely envelop the form of this fleshy monstrosity. Its skin is pocked and discoloured, gathered in strange ways as if too much of it had been wrapped over too little bone. Crude attempts have been made to secure it regardless, as bands of tighter flesh wrap at random points along its arms and limbs, the strip around its throat giving the appearance of a vicious scar. Chains dangle from its wrists and ankles, trailing off with rusted iron links that scrape upon the ground. It is surrounded by thick, cloying threads of shadow that wrap around it in a comforting embrace.
The Enigmatic Teacher Shrouded within arcane robes of deep indigo towers a figure, tall and proud. Beneath its cowl gleams a piercingly intelligent gaze, though the rest of the figure's facial figures are shadowed and indistinct. The robes have been embroidered with the highmagic spheres in glimmering silver threads. In one outstretched hand it bears an intricate model of the planarverse, close inspection revealing that it appears to have been crafted from something waxy and pale. The planes seem to shift uneasily, each lapping hungrily at its neighbours. Though much of the figure is obscured, the hand upon which the model rests is visible, the skin pale and lumpen, seeming almost to melt into that which it holds.
Power waxes within the gargantuan portal, its dark core fluctuating with gold and silver, blue and yellow. As the colours swirl into a single, humanoid figure, they become whole and step forth from the portal: a fleshcrafted monstrosity of the Dark Emperor.
"Glory to the Light," snarls the monstrous form of the Dark Emperor, his fiery eyes waxing with power. Raising a clawed hand, he summons a twisted skein of Astral power and whips it out towards Astrasia. She stumbles and bats at the empty air in front of her face.
A twisted smile curves across the Dark Emperor half-melted lips, the feral expression causing his flaming eyes to wax with power. "Just as the Lord promised," he sneers triumphantly.
With a great sweep of his hands, the Dark Emperor conjures a great wall of fetid water that sweeps to cascade over all around him, sending you stumbling and spluttering for breath.
Sickly yellow light suffuses the Dark Emperor as he whirls around to face Astrasia, a vicious smile turning his desiccated lips. "Kneel before your Emperor," he sneers, the psychic pressure of his command too much for Astrasia to withstand.
The Dark Emperor has been slain by Kendra. As the form of the Dark Emperor becomes battered and broken beyond repair, it bursts in a conflagration of flame. The tendrils cascade down to the ground and wax viciously, rising into two monstrosities of the Enigmatic Teacher.
-- Teacher
"Attend!" commands the Enigmatic Teacher, reaching out to strike you sharply across the knuckles. Stabbing pain shoots up your arm in response.
The Enigmatic Teacher casts a contemptuous gaze on Maligorn. "Fool..." the Enigmatic Teacher mutters, and beneath his gaze Maligorn shrinks away. The Enigmatic Teacher casts a contemptuous gaze on you. "Fool..." he mutters, and beneath his gaze you feel your mind clouding. Hmmmm. Why must everything be so difficult to figure out?
The Enigmatic Teacher stretches out his model of the planarverse to Maligorn. "Come, apprentice. Learn or perish." he intones coldly, as Maligorn's eyes glaze over in confusion.
The Enigmatic Teacher has been slain by Tekora. The form of the Enigmatic Teacher shivers and shakes, slowly collapsing in upon itself beneath the assault. The fabric of its being roils and bubbles, then with a great tearing sound it sunders only to rise anew in two monstrous Ordained Magicians.
--- Magician
Smooshing his tendril-fingers into Avurekhos's face, the Ordained Magician laughs maniacally as they begin to drain him and burn him.
The Ordained Magician stares at Avurekhos with pulsating triple eyes full of psionic energy.
Lifting his arms and pushing them outwards, the Ordained Magician sends a powerful blast of magical energy that knocks you over.
The Ordained Magician has been slain by Tambador. As the flesh of the Ordained Magician is destroyed, rays of crackling energy and scalding power flare out from within him as blazing waves, leaving in their wake two fleshcrafted monstrosities of the Megalomaniacal Lust.
--- Lust
Crek is subjected to a barrage of logic and reason from the Megalomaniacal Lust, his face frozen in a rictus grin.
The Megalomaniacal Lust calls forth a swirling nimbus of cosmic power and hurls it at Crek, who is engulfed in lurid purple fire.
The Megalomaniacal Lust has been slain by Ejderha. As the Megalomaniacal Lust falls apart, spurts of ectoplasm spray from him, coalescing and forming into two fleshcrafted monstrosities of the Hermit.
--- Hermit
The shadows that cling to the Imprisoned Hermit's form swell, reaching out in skittering tendrils to wrap around Remmiel.
Slinking out of the shadows, the Imprisoned Hermit whips his arms around in a wide sweep, sending the iron chains trailing from them crashing violently into you amidst the painful cracking of bone.
The Imprisoned Hermit places his fingers on his shifting temples and closes his eyes in a tumble of loose flesh. When he opens them again, a wild golden light springs forth from his dilated pupils, and Crek stumbles, clutching his head.
Twisting his hideous face into an unsettling smile, the Imprisoned Hermit chants in four different languages and gestures towards Remmiel, raking his fingers in the air. Remmiel gasps in pain, grabbing at his flesh as it begins to warp and change.
The Imprisoned Hermit has been slain by Daedroth. As the Imprisoned Hermit tumbles into a pile of chains and shadow, those broken pieces rise up and transform into two fleshcrafted monstrosities of the Conquered World.
--- Worlds
Folds of flesh suddenly part within the creases of the [?] World, revealing a gargantuan, unseeing eye that snares Eliron's attention, and he suddenly pales.
Rolling haphazardly as piles of distended flesh constantly fold over and consume one another, the [?] World suddenly falls upon Shango.
As piles of flesh fold over and consume one another, the misshapen form of an ever-changing fleshcrafted monstrosity of the [?] World shifts once more.
You know, we usually don't use promote on player posts, but those are so comprehensive (the person who did the work on World confirmed you got the full list even) that I'm just going to do it here. We're all pretty impressed.
You know, we usually don't use promote on player posts, but those are so comprehensive (the person who did the work on World confirmed you got the full list even) that I'm just going to do it here. We're all pretty impressed.
Thank you! I'm really loving all the events lately, great work @TeamGodmins! I really want to know who this viscanti is now, though!!!
You know, we usually don't use promote on player posts, but those are so comprehensive (the person who did the work on World confirmed you got the full list even) that I'm just going to do it here. We're all pretty impressed.
Thank you! I'm really loving all the events lately, great work @TeamGodmins! I really want to know who this viscanti is now, though!!!
I haven't seen Ghani since he was officially revealed, but this is what I do have from when he first showed up in Magnagora (I imagine he looks different now but I can't say for sure, sorry!):
The skin of this noble viscanti is a deep, glossy brown flecked with veins of midnight black. Those same trails of darkness swirl together at his temples, surging forth into mighty horns that reach upwards and then coil backwards where they finish with sharp points. Skeletal wings spread behind him in an avian shape, their fragile frame at odds with his domineering presence and strong features - the remnants of a shattered heritage. He wears a suit of thick, silk robes in deep goldenrod that bring out the reddish hints in his perfectly smooth skin, and carries in his left hand a silver walking cane carved to appear as a stunted spear. A composed viscanti nobleman exudes an aura of overwhelming power.
The real Ghani hasn't been revealed. I will note, however, he was a trill and viscanti did not exist before the Taint Wars. However, knowing what I know, I'm just going to start spreading hype and say this is going to be a real treat for all you description collectors out there.
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Estarra the Eternal says, "Give Shevat the floor please."
???
But it's true, every time I see "canine", my mind automatically goes to loboshigaru, not furrikin.
Estarra the Eternal says, "Give Shevat the floor please."
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Estarra the Eternal says, "Give Shevat the floor please."
A horrific simulacrum of Tremula lurches unsteadily here, sloughing rivulets of pus and ribbons of putrid flesh as it keens in wordless agony.
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She is a radiant immortal and carries Herself with effortless grace, suffusing the space around Her with sparkling motes that twinkle like morning sunlight. Gazing about with the preoccupied inconstancy of an artist, Her eyes are a crystalline blue-green flecked with gold and rust, though often their colours are lost to an inherent glow that flares and dims with the slightest shift of mood. Her high, prominent cheekbones, faintly hawkish nose, and full lips lend Her an aristocratic air which manages to complement rather than contrast Her sense of wispy, gossamer delicacy; Her form is slender, even fragile in build and appearance, and Her skin is fair to the point of translucence. Seemingly unconnected to Her, ephemeral and almost liquid wings which shimmer over with rainbows of colour like oil on water slowly sweep to and fro. Faint sparks of light drift within and about those wings in sporadic, yet intricate patterns, silently dancing around Her. She is wearing a snowflake preserved inside a gem of ice, an evanescent cloak of lightweaving feathers, a starlit circlet crowned with the Sun-in-Glory, a mist-emblazoned ring of smoky quartz, a crystalline rose of pure diamond, a bracelet of soothing twilight, a whimsical gown of dawn-hued ribbons and crystalline slippers infused with nacreous pearl.
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a wretched damsel
Tatters of what was once a soft, silky dress lie in ragged strips upon the wretched form of this
damsel, and an elegant hat lies askew upon her listless head. Her skin is deathly pale, her eyes
black and surrounded by circles of livid discolouration. Her hands, thin and bony, are often held
against her cheeks, where she cries unending tears of blood. An extremely unhappy air surrounds the
young woman, almost visible as a miasma of darkness that trails from her dry, lanky hair. Her shape
holds the curves of her femininity, though she does not appear aware of it.
a colossal blistering scorpion
Amid a stream of clacking from its pedipalps, this colossal scorpion gazes about aggressively. Her
carapace is covered in a menacing pattern of yellow and red, suggestive of raging flames, especially
when the scorpion moves with sinuous motion. Arching high over her torso is a single menacing sting,
crimson in colour, with a tiny drop of scalping venom forming near the tip of the tail. She scuttles
this direction and that on many legs, surprisingly swift despite her frightening bulk.
a three-faced gorgon
An abominable fusion of reptile and human, the three-faced gorgon hovers in the air thanks to
tessellated wings that look like bone but are in fact solid quicksilver. Her serpentine lower half
slinks in coiled curves of dark green-black scales, muscled and strong enough to break backs if it
managed to wrap around a body. The gorgon's upper-half is vaguely humanoid, her skin textured with
dark scales that ripple to the clawed tips of her hands. Each of her three faces is beautiful to a
point, their mouths opening wide to reveal bronze fanged teeth and boar-like tusks that curl
wickedly. The crowning glory of this dark monstrosity is the writhing, hissing mass of snakes she
has for hair that drip poison from their mouths whilst snapping at any one who dares come close.
Though she possesses golden eyes, her gaze remains downcast.
an iron wool three-horned ram
The blazing blue eyes of the ram glow with horrific light as he tosses his head, showing off a
triplet of curving, ridged horns that originate from his upper scalp and spiral to point at his
upper back and his flaring nostrils on two sides. He is covered from head to tail with fluffy steel
wool of a deep cobalt hue, which rustles with every movement and easily sparks into arcs of blue
light that flash between regions on the ram's body, like a mini-lightning-storm. The ram's hooves
are made of stainless steel, and they strike the ground with sharp flairs of light as the creature
moves about, ever rustling.
a hulking abomination
The gigantic abomination looms over everything, growling and raging and standing sixteen feet tall
despite being at a half-crouch. He is covered from head to toe in shaggy crimson fur that is dirty
and matted. Curling horns peek out from his thick hair, which drapes over a pair of beady glowing
eyes. He holds a set of heavy red waraxes in his hands, swinging and slashing with them incessantly
as he gnashes his rows upon rows of sword-like teeth. His form drips clotting, deep red blood, which
keeps the fur close to his body. This fluid hits the ground with a sharp hiss and wisps of curling
steam.
a broken living amphora
Painted figures of Soulless Gods, awash in eyes and tentacles and streaks of unbearable void, adorn
the surface of this broken amphora. The rim of the container is jagged like a ring of teeth,
revealing a mixture of acidic blood at the surface and clear crystalline water below. Occasional
splashes of blood spill out from the cracks and openings, landing with hissing and bubbling upon the
ground. At the bottom of the amphora are three slender tentacles that spin at a rapid rate to keep
the container hovering; the tentacles drip with slime, sparking with yellow electricity.
a leering bakeneko
This creature superficially resembles a cat, a pure black cat of unnatural size and unusually long
limbs. Her ears are narrow and pointed, her eyes a bright, unblinking yellow that glows in darkness.
Her lips stretch wide from ear to ear, and rows of sharp gleaming teeth can be seen between them.
There is a hungry look that lingers upon her face. Smooth and luxurious, her fur drapes over her
body in soft ripples, covering the strangely bent and extremely narrow limbs upon which she tiptoes.
A long, winding tail twice the bakeneko's length snakes out behind her, writhing and twirling as if
it had a mind of its own.
a malevolent adjudicator
With purple wavy hair twisted into tight curls, this adjudicator looks on severely with a haughty
stance and lips pressed thinly together. His violet eyebrows are furrowed, giving his small, beady
eyes a look suggesting inner malevolence, which he confirms by issuing forth peals of cackling
laughter. Great billowing judge's robes cover his tall and thin frame, such that he looks like a
slender stick wrapped in cloth. From time to time, he lifts a tiny set of scales in one hand that he
rings with a golden stick in his other hand, as if the scales were a set of bells.
a nine-armed crabstrosity
Part crab, part goat and part nightmare, the crabstrosity scuttles upon six spindly goat-like legs
extending out from his large, brown-coloured shell. Two horns extend from just above his beady eyes
and his nine enormous pincers, which are bright red and lined with goat teeth. The pincers click
erratically, surrounding the creature with a cacophony of noise. A triangular flap on his abdomen
opens and closes, revealing the goopy mess of his soft innards.
a decaying shogothessor
From a distance, the shogothessor looks like a tall, heavyset man with wild shaggy hair and wearing
blue, academic robes. Up close, however, the creature is anything but human. The robes are revealed
to be his very skin, hanging from his shoulder in thick, blubbery sheets. His hair are writhing
tentacles, each adorned with a random number of orange slitted eyes that gaze about with unblinking
curiosity. His own eyes are also orange and slitted, all eight of them staring out in two bulbous
rows, gazing intently at the heavy scrolls in his appendage-like hands. Occasionally, he licks his
licks with a dark blue tentacle that snakes out of his toothless mouth.
an engorged anisakis
Having escaped from the confines of marine guts, this anisakis has set himself to feeding upon
whatever is nearby and nutritious. His skin is smooth and pale, membranous and clammy. Bits of his
meals can be seen through the translucent flesh: blood, parts of creatures, smaller parasites, and
other odds and ends. His form is so bloated that although normally lithe and sinuous, he can only
curl himself into awkward knots before unwinding once more to seek other prey.
The portal:
a fluctuating portal of unstable energy
Shiny tiny pieces of quartz refract the light about this tear in space, creating a fluctuating
portal of dynamic colours. The sand flows continuously through the portal flowing in both directions
and maintaining an equilibrium. Wafting through the portal is the gentle hint of cherry blossoms and
sandstone
The giant and twisted form of the minotaur stands nearly ten feet high. His head is enormous and
bull-like, with wide flared nostrils from which clouds of steam rise, and a pair of curling, sharp
horns filed to cruel points. His eyes are enraged, shot through with webs of blood vessels as they
roll and shudder. The minotaur's upper body is a ripple of muscles, as if ready to burst the skin,
which is covered in a coarse down of silver-grey fur. Lumps of muscle also define the legs, though
they are so contorted it is a mystery how the creature moves at all upon his sharp hooves. His tail
lashes back and forth constantly in agitation.
a six-legged vulture
Malicious black eyes staring unblinkingly, this large vulture holds open her wide wings with silent
grace. The wings feathers are long, black, razor-sharp, and meticulously cleaned. Her beak is a
cruel hook, grey and tipped with the dark of night. The sinuous curve of her neck ends at a collar
of fluffy bone-white down that streaks into a lattice of grey feathers upon the chest. Nestled below
her abdomen are three pairs of golden legs ending in blood-red claws that look ready to slash and to
rip.
Complete set, plus gorgons.
Akin to a gaping wound upon the skin of reality, this portal burns with incandescent light - hot, loud and sickening in colour. Crackles of fell energy erupts from its edges in fractal patterns, dispersing into nothingness the further they race away. Peering within, the shadows and hissing of horrific beasts race along an infinite horizon of bruised and bloody skin.
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A mountainous mass of flesh-given-life towers overhead, its bulbous structure entirely unlike any
lifeform of this world. All along the bloated monstrosity, wrinkles and then creases form upon its
quivering outer layer like rivers deepening into ravines, only to disappear as the sarcous substrate
reforms time and again. Bloody seams rip open to reveal mouths, lined with jagged, omni-directional
teeth, that attempt to consume anything they fall upon before engorged sinews re-suture the
makeshift maws as though they were but temporary wounds. Betwixt these gaping, temporary cavities,
folds of mottled flesh part here and there to birth thousands of gargantuan, unfocused eyes.
Strangely unseeing of the world they gaze upon, the eyes instead reflect fleeting glimpses of a
singular figure as he ascends to heights of great power. In each unique vision of ascension, the
individual stands obvious in his victory, glowing with righteous power; yet no sooner than each
scene begins to transition to the remnants of a corrupted, melting world that trail in the oblivious
viscantis shadowy wake, the corresponding eye finds itself almost instantaneously consumed by a
freshly ripped mouth as piles of distended flesh constantly fold over and consume one another.
These are the names I have so far, but if you can add to them, thank you!:
Consumed, Subjugated, Dying, Broken, Blighted, Vanquished, Felled, Conquered, Overpowered, Obliterated, Ruined, Annihilated, Cowed, Humbled, Devastated, Wasted, Shattered, Overwhelmed, Overthrown, Quelled, Foiled, Blasted, Surmounted, Ravaged, Demolished, Defeated, Thwarted, Doomed, Devoured, Subdued, Sunken, Razed,
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The Dark Emperor
A single glance would lend this figure the appearance of nothing more than a robed and cowled figure
of shimmering gold. Closer, and under more scrutiny, the creature's twisted nature is revealed.
Multicoloured flayed skin warped into a new shape covers his spindly hands, visible through its wide
sleeves; he wears no footwear on his half whole, half melted feet. When he moves abruptly, there is
a glimpse of the terrible face within the cowl: desiccated skin that might once have been scaled,
sunken sockets that contain blazing eyes of flame, a hooked nose that ends halfway down in a
gruesome display of bone and sinew. The scent of burned flesh and bitter brine hangs around him,
almost nauseating in its power.
The Ordained Magician
Staring haughtily about with a trio of mesmerising eyes, this creature is bursting with energy in
his undulating flesh, which moves as if boiling. A thin circlet of silver rests upon the pulsating,
bulbous head, which is otherwise covered in a black hooded cloak. Rays of erratic light beam from
the figure through his impeccable shirt and purple velvet vest. His hands bear slick tendrils with
suckers in place of fingers, and they are wrapped around a crackling powergem in one hand and a
flaming scroll in the other; his flesh is illuminated but not consumed. A nimbus of flickering
current weaves about his strong legs and coalesces into a brilliant cloud about his polished leather
boots. He floats in the the air as if above the petty cares of the world while psionic waves issue
from him like rippling heat.
The Megalomanical Lust
At first glance, this male trill appears to be a perfect specimen of his race, with a cap of downy
feathers tousled just so atop his beautifully sculpted face. Sable wings arch gracefully from his
broad shoulders, vaned feathers fluttering in an errant draft. His tastefully ornate armour is
embossed with symbols of prophecy, the runic markings aglow with shifting prismatic colours. Upon
closer inspection, a deep, gnawing hunger can be seen in his expression, as if perfection alone were
a flawed concept. His inscrutable dark eyes roam constantly, assessing his surroundings for
potential ways to usurp or supplant whatever might come between him and his goals. A flicker of
madness manifests in his expression, gone almost instantly, his breath suddenly quickening before he
regains his composure.
The Imprisoned Hermit
Torn scraps of long decayed clothing barely envelop the form of this fleshy monstrosity. Its skin is
pocked and discoloured, gathered in strange ways as if too much of it had been wrapped over too
little bone. Crude attempts have been made to secure it regardless, as bands of tighter flesh wrap
at random points along its arms and limbs, the strip around its throat giving the appearance of a
vicious scar. Chains dangle from its wrists and ankles, trailing off with rusted iron links that
scrape upon the ground. It is surrounded by thick, cloying threads of shadow that wrap around it in
a comforting embrace.
The Enigmatic Teacher
Shrouded within arcane robes of deep indigo towers a figure, tall and proud. Beneath its cowl gleams
a piercingly intelligent gaze, though the rest of the figure's facial figures are shadowed and
indistinct. The robes have been embroidered with the highmagic spheres in glimmering silver threads.
In one outstretched hand it bears an intricate model of the planarverse, close inspection revealing
that it appears to have been crafted from something waxy and pale. The planes seem to shift uneasily,
each lapping hungrily at its neighbours. Though much of the figure is obscured, the hand upon which
the model rests is visible, the skin pale and lumpen, seeming almost to melt into that which it
holds.
Power waxes within the gargantuan portal, its dark core fluctuating with gold and silver, blue and yellow. As the colours swirl into a single, humanoid figure, they become whole and step forth from the portal: a fleshcrafted monstrosity of the Dark Emperor.
"Glory to the Light," snarls the monstrous form of the Dark Emperor, his fiery eyes waxing with power. Raising a clawed hand, he summons a twisted skein of Astral power and whips it out towards Astrasia. She stumbles and bats at the empty air in front of her face.
A twisted smile curves across the Dark Emperor half-melted lips, the feral expression causing his flaming eyes to wax with power. "Just as the Lord promised," he sneers triumphantly.
With a great sweep of his hands, the Dark Emperor conjures a great wall of fetid water that sweeps to cascade over all around him, sending you stumbling and spluttering for breath.
Sickly yellow light suffuses the Dark Emperor as he whirls around to face Astrasia, a vicious smile turning his desiccated lips. "Kneel before your Emperor," he sneers, the psychic pressure of his command too much for Astrasia to withstand.
The Dark Emperor has been slain by Kendra.
As the form of the Dark Emperor becomes battered and broken beyond repair, it bursts in a conflagration of flame. The tendrils cascade down to the ground and wax viciously, rising into two monstrosities of the Enigmatic Teacher.
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Teacher
"Attend!" commands the Enigmatic Teacher, reaching out to strike you sharply across the knuckles.
Stabbing pain shoots up your arm in response.
The Enigmatic Teacher casts a contemptuous gaze on Maligorn. "Fool..." the Enigmatic Teacher mutters, and beneath his gaze Maligorn shrinks away.
The Enigmatic Teacher casts a contemptuous gaze on you. "Fool..." he mutters, and beneath his gaze you feel your mind clouding.
Hmmmm. Why must everything be so difficult to figure out?
The Enigmatic Teacher stretches out his model of the planarverse to Maligorn. "Come, apprentice. Learn or perish." he intones coldly, as Maligorn's eyes glaze over in confusion.
The Enigmatic Teacher has been slain by Tekora.
The form of the Enigmatic Teacher shivers and shakes, slowly collapsing in upon itself beneath the assault. The fabric of its being roils and bubbles, then with a great tearing sound it sunders only to rise anew in two monstrous Ordained Magicians.
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Magician
Smooshing his tendril-fingers into Avurekhos's face, the Ordained Magician laughs maniacally as they begin to drain him and burn him.
The Ordained Magician stares at Avurekhos with pulsating triple eyes full of psionic energy.
Lifting his arms and pushing them outwards, the Ordained Magician sends a powerful blast of magical energy that knocks you over.
The Ordained Magician has been slain by Tambador.
As the flesh of the Ordained Magician is destroyed, rays of crackling energy and scalding power flare out from within him as blazing waves, leaving in their wake two fleshcrafted monstrosities of the Megalomaniacal Lust.
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Lust
Crek is subjected to a barrage of logic and reason from the Megalomaniacal Lust, his face frozen in a rictus grin.
The Megalomaniacal Lust calls forth a swirling nimbus of cosmic power and hurls it at Crek, who is engulfed in lurid purple fire.
The Megalomaniacal Lust has been slain by Ejderha.
As the Megalomaniacal Lust falls apart, spurts of ectoplasm spray from him, coalescing and forming into two fleshcrafted monstrosities of the Hermit.
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Hermit
The shadows that cling to the Imprisoned Hermit's form swell, reaching out in skittering tendrils to wrap around Remmiel.
Slinking out of the shadows, the Imprisoned Hermit whips his arms around in a wide sweep, sending the iron chains trailing from them crashing violently into you amidst the painful cracking of bone.
The Imprisoned Hermit places his fingers on his shifting temples and closes his eyes in a tumble of loose flesh. When he opens them again, a wild golden light springs forth from his dilated pupils, and Crek stumbles, clutching his head.
Twisting his hideous face into an unsettling smile, the Imprisoned Hermit chants in four different languages and gestures towards Remmiel, raking his fingers in the air. Remmiel gasps in pain, grabbing at his flesh as it begins to warp and change.
The Imprisoned Hermit has been slain by Daedroth.
As the Imprisoned Hermit tumbles into a pile of chains and shadow, those broken pieces rise up and transform into two fleshcrafted monstrosities of the Conquered World.
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Worlds
Folds of flesh suddenly part within the creases of the [?] World, revealing a gargantuan, unseeing eye that snares Eliron's attention, and he suddenly pales.
Rolling haphazardly as piles of distended flesh constantly fold over and consume one another, the [?] World suddenly falls upon Shango.
As piles of flesh fold over and consume one another, the misshapen form of an ever-changing fleshcrafted monstrosity of the [?] World shifts once more.
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The skin of this noble viscanti is a deep, glossy brown flecked with veins of midnight black. Those same trails of darkness swirl together at his temples, surging forth into mighty horns that reach upwards and then coil backwards where they finish with sharp points. Skeletal wings spread behind him in an avian shape, their fragile frame at odds with his domineering presence and strong features - the remnants of a shattered heritage. He wears a suit of thick, silk robes in deep goldenrod that bring out the reddish hints in his perfectly smooth skin, and carries in his left hand a silver walking cane carved to appear as a stunted spear.
A composed viscanti nobleman exudes an aura of overwhelming power.