Standing upright on two legs, this Clanking Faun is a curious-looking creature. He bears the head of a goat, horns and all, the torso of a humanoid, and the legs of a goat down to the shapely cloven hooves. He is made entirely out of coiled heavy iron wire, such that here and there it is possible to see completely through him to the other side. One glance at his feral, caprine face shows that there is no rational thought left in him as he tugs and strokes his stringy beard with wild wiry fingers. He constantly hops from foot to foot, an alert expression on his face, while now and again, he would bleat loudly, his voice eeriely melodic like the wind blowing through lonely reeds. A Clanking Faun has an air of extreme strength.
Large, frail eyes gazing about, the Maiden of Want looks like she might snap in two just existing. Her hair is short and matted, coloured a seductive, fiery red. She wears a dress that barely hides her skeletal body, the dress made more revealing by years of neglect and decay. Each of her bones can be seen and counted, prominently visible just under a thin layer of skin covered in downy blonde hair, giving her a mildly furry appearance. Her bones are so brittle that she does not stand but crouches, her movements slow and careful. From time to time she shivers, responding to some cold breeze felt only by her skin. A Maiden of Want has an air of extreme strength.
Like a creature of out of nightmares, the Jester of Many Legs has too many limbs to be allowed. Her body itself is a round shell, painted white and decorated with bright dots in primary colours. Hundreds of thin, spindly, spiky legs sprout from the carapace, filling every space around her aside from her head, where five round beady eyes stick up on slimy stalks tinted a garish green, capped by a colourful hat. Below the eye stalks is the creature's mouth, where a bloody red smile stretches wide. The Jester skips, leaps, twirls, and flips incessantly, having perfect balance with so many legs. A chittering laugh issues from the depths of her body, its echoes reminiscent of rats being slaughtered, forever. A Jester of Many Legs has an air of extreme strength.
The Squire of Aries stands tall, his limbs strong and muscled, and yet his face bears no resemblance to any known race, such is the frozen anguish upon its features. Ill-fitting and cutting into his flesh, bloodied chainmail covers the Squire of Aries. He holds his helmet under one arm, its dark eye-slits leering with a sinister air. In his other hand, he grips a sword loosely, blood trickling down its grooves to drip, steaming, drop by drop onto the ground. He wears a bright red tabard, though it is so torn and tattered that its insignia is no longer visible. Gibbering in an unknown tongue, the Squire constantly shakes his head back and forth, his dirty, shaggy hair waving back and forth before his vacant black eyes. A Squire of Aries has an air of extreme strength.
A ghastly violet sheen covers the Arbiter of Improbity, whose oiled pale purple hair falls in ringlets beside his ears. His faces, of which he has two, are meticulously powdered, though their true appearance cannot be seen, for he wears a pair of white masks with exaggerated expressions upon them. One mask shows a visage in the throes of rapturous delight, eyes turned to thin curves of laughter, while the mouth stretches across the face like a crescent moon. The other mask bears a visage of vile intent, the brows furrowed, the eyes angled hatefully, and the teeth clenched in aggression and anger. The masked faces turn intermittently upon the Arbiter's swiveling neck, each making their appearance to the Arbiter's front side in its own time. The rest of the Arbiter is dressed in ruffled and laced judge's robes, his manicured hands protected within white gloves. He twirls and swirls his hands in grand gestures upon the air, while his laughing and malicious faces turn and turn and turn endlessly in a charade of mutable truth. An Arbiter of Improbity has an air of extreme strength.
The Insipid Professor looks like an unremarkable man of unremarkable height and weight and unremarkable features. His hair, his skin, and even his clothes are of an unremarkable grey colour that do not draw the eye. He moves about unobtrusively, so silent that he can seem to appear out of nowhere. He might hold a quill and a notebook in his hands, but they do not matter. In fact, the Professor exudes such an aura of obscurity that he no longer deserves attention. An Insipid Professor has an air of extreme strength.
Anyone got descs of Xarriv and Mamaac by any chance?
Xarriv the Reaver
Alien and scarred, the elongated form of Xarriv the Reaver hovers here imposingly.
Long limbs and an even longer body form this twig of a being, rising tall above what any mortal may stand. His eyes shine a crystal blue, ever-shifting and watchful from a burned and scarred face, red welts surrounding them and spreading across the entirety of the gaunt countenance. His bare body is lean and lithe, the irritated red welts across it barely hiding anything of the fact that his ribs protrude grotesquely from beneath the flesh. Several long, red spines as sharp as blades cover the length of his arms, and bone plates breach the skin to cover his back along the spine.
Mamaac the Melder
Unnervingly tall and thin, Mamaac the Melder hovers here on cerulean wings, her eyes ablaze with silver fire.
Incandescent blue energy wreathes about Mamaac, whose limbs are unnervingly long, and who stands far above the height of any mortal. Her eyes blaze a fiery white, dominating an elongated face that perches upon an even longer neck. Blindingly bright, her argent body bends flexibly and at times flows like quicksilver, accommodating itself to any crevice or space. Two sets of cerulean wings shimmer from her back, appearing mist-like compared to her brilliance. Sharp, angular arms and legs protrude from her shoulders and hips, giving her an insectoid appearance. When she opens her mouth, hundreds of needle-like teeth can be seen, reflecting the dazzling light within.
p nehvgree Towering above the tallest of mortals, the nehvgree is a chimeric arachnid amalgam of untold leaves, flowers, insects, twigs, stones, rich Wyrden soil, and even animals: their bones blackened and desicated. Great mandibles of broken branches, jagged bones and pernicious thorns dwarf its head, which itself is attached to a bloated abdomen that ever bubbles and bleeds with corrosive sap, perpetually dripping down its faculties to the ground below. Piercing the thick shell of twisted webbing and bound shadow, the stingers of insects unknown cover the creature like a blanket of wicked spines. Meanwhile, what appear to be bulbous growths along its entire body are revealed to be thousands upon thousands of eyes glaring out furiously at its surroundings. There exists no discernable pattern in their locations for indeed the eyes are found haphazardly: upon its head, underneath its sternum, in clusters all over its abdomen, in the joints of the great segmented legs that support it, at the base of countless spinnerets and even along the sides of its great mandibles. Eternally alert and searching, they deny the nehvgree's prey of escaping its notice. A chimeric nehvgree has an air of extreme strength. He weighs about 375 pounds. He has a great resistance to cutting damage. He has a slight weakness to blunt damage. He has a slight weakness to fire damage. He has a moderate resistance to cold damage. He has a moderate resistance to asphyxiation damage. He has a great resistance to poison damage. He has a moderate resistance to excorable damage. He has a terrible weakness to divinus damage. You cannot see what a chimeric nehvgree is holding. It has the following aliases: nehvgree, chimera.
Could anyone post a description of a Shadowdancer's pixie?
Amazing beautiful stunning avatar by Gurashi! ~ A gentle breeze ruffles your wings and whispers in your ears, as if for you alone, "Dragonfly's words shine... seeds, sown and tended, inspire... a forest harvest." ~ Maylea reaches out, Her fingers poised in midair. "Now you are of Me, even more than you were before." Her golden and azure eyes glitter. "Walk well, Eldin. Shed glory in My name, and bring life to the lifeless."
No larger than a newborn kitten, the pixie looks like a doll-sized version of an elfen, except with translucent wings, covered by thick shadows. His large green eyes are filled with uneasiness and apprehension, and his movements are quick and jerking. Dressed in a tunic of decaying leaves and wielding a tiny wooden bow, the pixie eyes its surroundings for danger.
Amazing beautiful stunning avatar by Gurashi! ~ A gentle breeze ruffles your wings and whispers in your ears, as if for you alone, "Dragonfly's words shine... seeds, sown and tended, inspire... a forest harvest." ~ Maylea reaches out, Her fingers poised in midair. "Now you are of Me, even more than you were before." Her golden and azure eyes glitter. "Walk well, Eldin. Shed glory in My name, and bring life to the lifeless."
The changing of the art in the Aerie, as well as the new art piece!
Led by Lukun Shevat, the Persimmon Flame, an orderly procession of lucidians and trills enter the gallery to begin the day's schedule.
Lukun Shevat, the Persimmon Flame nods his head in thanks to the workers, a pulsing, focused light filling him as his skilled hands set about transforming the raw materials before him. He leaves behind a warm, citrine half-smile when the work is done, heading to his gallery with a sweep of his woollen robe.
With the new floral arrangement complete, a stately sand mandala of soaring and spiralling aerials is gradually removed, the ephemerality of the gallery's ever-changing nature brought to the fore. The apprentices clear away the sand and ice and arrange fresh flowers with unhurried, practised hands.
With a last, softly-glowing glance around the gallery, the lucidians depart, leaving the pieces to await the morning in solitude.
A disciplined composition whose components combine both nature and civilisation, this delicate floral arrangement in sombre hues of ebon and silver is an expression of evanescent artistry that must be renewed and reinvented every few days once its blossoms begin to wilt and droop. The artist behind this particular arrangement has placed equal emphasis upon the stems, leaves, and buds as well as the vibrant petals of the flowers, creating graceful lines and curves and striking juxtapositions of colour, texture, and shape. Even the origami vessel in which the floral arrangement is placed has been chosen with forethought and care, becoming a key element of the composition and harmonising with the flowers instead of merely holding them. The fragility and impermanence of the flowers and leaves only deepens the beauty of the composition, their delicate fragrance and bright colours seeming all the more poignant under the sere influences of time and mortality.
It weighs about 6 pounds.
It has the following aliases: arrangement.
The art piece that was removed was
Wrought by the infinitely skilful hands of a Master Artist, this stately mandala is an enchanting portrayal of the short-lived nature of transitory beauty. Countless grains of sand compose the mandala, the central sections intricately arranged in symbols reminiscent of soaring and spiralling aerials. The meticulously laid borders echo these elaborate patterns as well as their radial symmetry, wrought in variegated shades of blushing rose and accentuated with winter-pale lavender. Nary a grain out of place, the dense nature of the finely-sifted sand prevents wayward drafts from disturbing the aesthetics of the mandala until its intended dismantling.
To add on to @Vecennya's post about the transient art. I *love* this addition to the Aerie guildhall. The work that's gone behind it is unreal, and I can safely say we all appreciate it!
It should be acknowledged that we (Isune and I) did not have anything to do with designing this masterpiece - it was entirely player led. We just made it a reality for you.
For anyone out there not sure what the Patron Request system is for or capable of, this is a brilliant example.
I like posting appearances. I had been zimoru-ing my sidiak bird a lot, because I wanted something but what I do not know. This is what I decided to stay on!
a lunar sidiak bird held aloft by four metallic wings
Holding her avian head aloft, a sidiak bird manifested from vivid skeins of coruscating nebulae floats proudly here.
Nebulous and incandescent, this sibylline sidiak bird displays her lunar form with pride and effervescent grace. Bearing little in the way of physical shape, she seems instead to be made almost entirely of vivid skeins of coruscating nebulae, which drift in and out of formation as she moves. Her avian head is made of the same manifest thought, with glittering, irisless eyes of galactic hues that seem always to be watching you no matter where you move. Held aloft by four metallic wings, this radiant creature never deigns to alight upon a surface, seeming to require nothing so mundane as rest.
Seventeen great wings support the Shogotha of Mutability as she hovers above the ground, her body as dark as the blackest nightmares. Her feathers are scale-like, their texture striated and slimy, while her flight pinions themselves are tipped with short, obsidian tentacles that search the air around them hungrily, grasping at anything within reach. Her face is that of a beautiful girl, ebony in tone and completely smooth, with raven tresses hanging down the sides. She has thirteen eyes, all orange in colour that are dotted across her face and her torso; they blink and glare and glow with baleful light against her mute plumage. Two giant claws rest curled against her abdomen as she hovers, one holding a scroll scrawled with bloody text that moves in a slow, sinister dance. Her form morphs and stretches chaotically, appearing to bend and corrupt reality itself. The Shogatha of Mutability does not even register your presence as a threat. She weighs about 4000 pounds. She has a moderate weakness to cutting damage. She has a moderate resistance to blunt damage. She has a moderate resistance to magic damage. She has a moderate resistance to fire damage. She has a moderate resistance to cold damage. She has a moderate resistance to asphyxiation damage. She has a moderate resistance to electrical damage. She has a moderate resistance to poison damage. She has a moderate resistance to psychic damage. She has a great resistance to excorable damage. She has a moderate weakness to divinus damage. You cannot see what the Shogatha of Mutability is holding. It has the following aliases: shogatha.
Possessed of smooth, bronze-hued skin, the Daemuru has the appearance of a colossal female. She wears a reflective headdress of shining black crystal, which sweeps up gracefully two slightly curved horns. Her eyes are pure azure, two pairs of them resting one set atop the other, with long, curling eyelashes, looking off in different directions while a long, serpentine tongue writhes out from her purple lips. Violet hair flows out from under the Daemuru's crystal headdress in wavy tresses, cascading past the bronze shoulders down to her midback. She wears a brown leathery dress adorned with emerald scales, various clasps and buckles keeping the garment close to her body. Six pairs of arms jut from the creature's sides, bearing swords, hammers, axes, bows, flames, scepters and crowns. All of the arms move about constantly in an elegant, entrancing dance in unison with her ever-bent furry legs that end in sharp cloven hooves. The Daemuru of Cardinals does not even register your presence as a threat. She weighs about 4000 pounds. She has a moderate resistance to cutting damage. She has a moderate weakness to blunt damage. She has a moderate resistance to magic damage. She has a moderate resistance to fire damage. She has a moderate weakness to cold damage. She has a moderate resistance to asphyxiation damage. She has a moderate weakness to electrical damage. She has a moderate resistance to poison damage. She has a moderate resistance to psychic damage. She has a great resistance to excorable damage. She has a moderate weakness to divinus damage. You cannot see what the Daemuru of Cardinals is holding. It has the following aliases: daemuru.
Possessed of a ghoulish grey head with three sharp horns and wide nostrils, the Azoraphant of Fixation has a look of immovable stubbornness. His bovine face is surrounded by a thick mane of shaggy fur that is emerald green and interwoven with carnivorous purple plants. His body begins like that of a bull, but quickly expands into a transparent crystal sphere that is filled with a mixture of blood and water, neither dissolving into the other. Faces form and drift within the fluid, their expressions wailing and tortured, ghostly hands pressing themselves up against the crystal. A steel blue tail emerges from the back end of the Azoraphant, reflective and segmented, arching up high overhead with a protective stinger dripping black, slimy liquid. The Azoraphant of Fixation does not even register your presence as a threat. He weighs about 4000 pounds. He has a moderate resistance to cutting damage. He has a moderate resistance to blunt damage. He has a moderate resistance to magic damage. He has a moderate weakness to fire damage. He has a moderate resistance to cold damage. He has a moderate resistance to asphyxiation damage. He has a moderate resistance to electrical damage. He has a moderate resistance to poison damage. He has a moderate resistance to psychic damage. He has a great resistance to excorable damage. He has a moderate weakness to divinus damage. You cannot see what the Azoraphant of Fixation is holding. It has the following aliases: azoraphant.
Does anyone happen to have the description of the crabstrocities that invaded Celest?
a baby crabstrosity
Chittering away, a baby crabstrosity searches for a place to spread its eggs.
Part crab, part goat and part nightmare, the crabstrosity scuttles upon six spindly goat-like legs extending out from its large crab shell. Two horns extend from just above its beady eyes and its two enormous pinchers, lined with goat teeth, click erratically. Trailing behind the crab is a long string of roe eggs covered in a mucousy membrane.
A cracked shell, split hooves and crushed legs is all that remains of a baby crabstrosity.
Skittering in from the <dir> on spindly, hooved and furry legs, a baby crabstrosity pollutes the area.
Making the room feel a bit less dirty, a baby crabstrosity skitters out to the <dir>.
Does anyone happen to have the description of the crabstrocities that invaded Celest?
a baby crabstrosity
Chittering away, a baby crabstrosity searches for a place to spread its eggs.
Part crab, part goat and part nightmare, the crabstrosity scuttles upon six spindly goat-like legs extending out from its large crab shell. Two horns extend from just above its beady eyes and its two enormous pinchers, lined with goat teeth, click erratically. Trailing behind the crab is a long string of roe eggs covered in a mucousy membrane.
A cracked shell, split hooves and crushed legs is all that remains of a baby crabstrosity.
Skittering in from the <dir> on spindly, hooved and furry legs, a baby crabstrosity pollutes the area.
Making the room feel a bit less dirty, a baby crabstrosity skitters out to the <dir>.
I know Marcella is banned from the forums and doesn't share a whole lot, but recently she and I went through a great RP where I got to go straight-up Malmydia on her like Kurut did to me so very long ago, so I thought I'd share her new desc since I'm really proud of it!
Spectral, flame-wreathed scrolls hover in midair, bearing litanies to the Vernal God Urlach that seem to whisper in a forbidden tongue as they float in haphazard patterns around a woman, or a masterfully carved statue of one. She is a menacing archlich orclach demigoddess and is an intimidating sight to behold, beginning with the towering strength that is her physique. Naturally tall, muscled through what could only have been several lifetimes of dedication, her shoulders are held back with a straight spine. With her chin level in the air as she surveys the area around her with eyes limned with crackling jade flames, nothing appears to be safe from her patrolling, inquisitive gaze. The skin directly beneath the ever-moving flames surrounding her eyes has been blackened, yet does not seem to crack or burn from the fire. The jade of the flames is only enhanced within her eyes themselves, the sclera a pitch black with irises glowing like the sickly green flames of Nil. Shadows cast by the flickering flames only draw out the contours of her cheekbones and chin by illuminating their terrible severity. Hair the colour of a fresh snow-fall and speckled with particles of soot has been carefully pulled back from her face into the beginning of a traditional warrior's plait before it is wound back into a no-nonsense bun, revealing somewhat pointed ears, with nary a hair out of order and bound by azure-inlaid silk. Oiled, or at least well maintained, silver-coloured skin covers her body and is incredibly toned against every possible definition of musculature by her state of undeath. Her hands, clasped behind her or held loosely at her side, betray her years of effort with darkened callouses and what appear to be permanent stains to her flesh from heavy sootfall. Her suit's sleeves occasionally slide up just slightly to display faint scars along her forearms, though they are never exposed long before they are hidden from sight again. Tattooed on her face is an illustration of a mechanical mask of black metal. She walks with the truefavour of Charune. She walks with the truefavour of Estarra.
Anyone have a description of Ghani's cape handy? I already finished up my replica based on memory, but now that I think upon it, I'm curious to see how close I kept to it after seeing it just the one time at the Gala.
Hundreds of strands of flesh have been woven into one another to form this hideous cape. All manner of colours, thicknesses and textures, they display a vast array of races and creatures, from the scaled skin of Dracnari to the matted fur of Igasho and Furrikin. Each strip is left to flutter at the ends, forming an ever-shifting shroud around the High Prophet's shoulders - and as they shift, something impossible happens. Between the folds of skin that lift and fall, glimpses of somewhere else can be seen - a land of warped fleshscapes and pooled blood and gnarled teeth. The images remain in your mind even after they have disappeared, insidious and perpetual.
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Standing upright on two legs, this Clanking Faun is a curious-looking creature. He bears the head of a goat, horns and all, the torso of a humanoid, and the legs of a goat down to the shapely cloven hooves. He is made entirely out of coiled heavy iron wire, such that here and there it is possible to see completely through him to the other side. One glance at his feral, caprine face shows that there is no rational thought left in him as he tugs and strokes his stringy beard with wild wiry fingers. He constantly hops from foot to foot, an alert expression on his face, while now and again, he would bleat loudly, his voice eeriely melodic like the wind blowing through lonely reeds.
A Clanking Faun has an air of extreme strength.
Large, frail eyes gazing about, the Maiden of Want looks like she might snap in two just existing. Her hair is short and matted, coloured a seductive, fiery red. She wears a dress that barely hides her skeletal body, the dress made more revealing by years of neglect and decay. Each of her bones can be seen and counted, prominently visible just under a thin layer of skin covered in downy blonde hair, giving her a mildly furry appearance. Her bones are so brittle that she does not stand but crouches, her movements slow and careful. From time to time she shivers, responding to some cold breeze felt only by her skin.
A Maiden of Want has an air of extreme strength.
Like a creature of out of nightmares, the Jester of Many Legs has too many limbs to be allowed. Her body itself is a round shell, painted white and decorated with bright dots in primary colours. Hundreds of thin, spindly, spiky legs sprout from the carapace, filling every space around her aside from her head, where five round beady eyes stick up on slimy stalks tinted a garish green, capped by a colourful hat. Below the eye stalks is the creature's mouth, where a bloody red smile stretches wide. The Jester skips, leaps, twirls, and flips incessantly, having perfect balance with so many legs. A chittering laugh issues from the depths of her body, its echoes reminiscent of rats being slaughtered, forever.
A Jester of Many Legs has an air of extreme strength.
The Squire of Aries stands tall, his limbs strong and muscled, and yet his face bears no resemblance to any known race, such is the frozen anguish upon its features. Ill-fitting and cutting into his flesh, bloodied chainmail covers the Squire of Aries. He holds his helmet under one arm, its dark eye-slits leering with a sinister air. In his other hand, he grips a sword loosely, blood trickling down its grooves to drip, steaming, drop by drop onto the ground. He wears a bright red tabard, though it is so torn and tattered that its insignia is no longer visible. Gibbering in an unknown tongue, the Squire constantly shakes his head back and forth, his dirty, shaggy hair waving back and forth before his vacant black eyes.
A Squire of Aries has an air of extreme strength.
A ghastly violet sheen covers the Arbiter of Improbity, whose oiled pale purple hair falls in ringlets beside his ears. His faces, of which he has two, are meticulously powdered, though their true appearance cannot be seen, for he wears a pair of white masks with exaggerated expressions upon them. One mask shows a visage in the throes of rapturous delight, eyes turned to thin curves of laughter, while the mouth stretches across the face like a crescent moon. The other mask bears a visage of vile intent, the brows furrowed, the eyes angled hatefully, and the teeth clenched in aggression and anger. The masked faces turn intermittently upon the Arbiter's swiveling neck, each making their appearance to the Arbiter's front side in its own time. The rest of the Arbiter is dressed in ruffled and laced judge's robes, his manicured hands protected within white gloves. He twirls and swirls his hands in grand gestures upon the air, while his laughing and malicious faces turn and turn and turn endlessly in a charade of mutable truth.
An Arbiter of Improbity has an air of extreme strength.
The Insipid Professor looks like an unremarkable man of unremarkable height and weight and unremarkable features. His hair, his skin, and even his clothes are of an unremarkable grey colour that do not draw the eye. He moves about unobtrusively, so silent that he can seem to appear out of nowhere. He might hold a quill and a notebook in his hands, but they do not matter. In fact, the Professor exudes such an aura of obscurity that he no longer deserves attention.
An Insipid Professor has an air of extreme strength.
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Xarriv the Reaver
Alien and scarred, the elongated form of Xarriv the Reaver hovers here imposingly.
Long limbs and an even longer body form this twig of a being, rising tall above what any mortal may stand. His eyes shine a crystal blue, ever-shifting and watchful from a burned and scarred face, red welts surrounding them and spreading across the entirety of the gaunt countenance. His bare body is lean and lithe, the irritated red welts across it barely hiding anything of the fact that his ribs protrude grotesquely from beneath the flesh. Several long, red spines as sharp as blades cover the length of his arms, and bone plates breach the skin to cover his back along the spine.
Mamaac the Melder
Unnervingly tall and thin, Mamaac the Melder hovers here on cerulean wings, her eyes ablaze with silver fire.
Incandescent blue energy wreathes about Mamaac, whose limbs are unnervingly long, and who stands far above the height of any mortal. Her eyes blaze a fiery white, dominating an elongated face that perches upon an even longer neck. Blindingly bright, her argent body bends flexibly and at times flows like quicksilver, accommodating itself to any crevice or space. Two sets of cerulean wings shimmer from her back, appearing mist-like compared to her brilliance. Sharp, angular arms and legs protrude from her shoulders and hips, giving her an insectoid appearance. When she opens her mouth, hundreds of needle-like teeth can be seen, reflecting the dazzling light within.
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YOU WANNA FIGHT, DUDE?
Ixion tells you, "// I don't think anyone else had a clue, amazing form."
Towering above the tallest of mortals, the nehvgree is a chimeric arachnid amalgam of untold leaves, flowers, insects, twigs, stones, rich Wyrden soil, and even animals: their bones blackened and desicated. Great mandibles of broken branches, jagged bones and pernicious thorns dwarf its head, which itself is attached to a bloated abdomen that ever bubbles and bleeds with corrosive sap, perpetually dripping down its faculties to the ground below. Piercing the thick shell of twisted webbing and bound shadow, the stingers of insects unknown cover the creature like a blanket of wicked spines. Meanwhile, what appear to be bulbous growths along its entire body are revealed to be thousands upon thousands of eyes glaring out furiously at its surroundings. There exists no discernable pattern in their locations for indeed the eyes are found haphazardly: upon its head, underneath its sternum, in clusters all over its abdomen, in the joints of the great segmented legs that support it, at the base of countless spinnerets and even along the sides of its great mandibles. Eternally alert and searching, they deny the nehvgree's prey of escaping its notice.
A chimeric nehvgree has an air of extreme strength.
He weighs about 375 pounds.
He has a great resistance to cutting damage.
He has a slight weakness to blunt damage.
He has a slight weakness to fire damage.
He has a moderate resistance to cold damage.
He has a moderate resistance to asphyxiation damage.
He has a great resistance to poison damage.
He has a moderate resistance to excorable damage.
He has a terrible weakness to divinus damage.
You cannot see what a chimeric nehvgree is holding.
It has the following aliases: nehvgree, chimera.
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A gentle breeze ruffles your wings and whispers in your ears, as if for you alone, "Dragonfly's words shine... seeds, sown and tended, inspire... a forest harvest."
~
Maylea reaches out, Her fingers poised in midair. "Now you are of Me, even more than you were before." Her golden and azure eyes glitter. "Walk well, Eldin. Shed glory in My name, and bring life to the lifeless."
No larger than a newborn kitten, the pixie looks like a doll-sized version of an elfen, except with
translucent wings, covered by thick shadows. His large green eyes are filled with uneasiness and
apprehension, and his movements are quick and jerking. Dressed in a tunic of decaying leaves and
wielding a tiny wooden bow, the pixie eyes its surroundings for danger.
@Lief
~
A gentle breeze ruffles your wings and whispers in your ears, as if for you alone, "Dragonfly's words shine... seeds, sown and tended, inspire... a forest harvest."
~
Maylea reaches out, Her fingers poised in midair. "Now you are of Me, even more than you were before." Her golden and azure eyes glitter. "Walk well, Eldin. Shed glory in My name, and bring life to the lifeless."
Seeker :
Standing at a diminutive height, this dracnari of darkened red scales carries herself with a solemn
Reveller :
Goon :
Led by Lukun Shevat, the Persimmon Flame, an orderly procession of lucidians and trills enter the gallery to begin the day's schedule.
Lukun Shevat, the Persimmon Flame nods his head in thanks to the workers, a pulsing, focused light filling him as his skilled hands set about transforming the raw materials before him. He leaves behind a warm, citrine half-smile when the work is done, heading to his gallery with a sweep of his woollen robe.
With the new floral arrangement complete, a stately sand mandala of soaring and spiralling aerials is gradually removed, the ephemerality of the gallery's ever-changing nature brought to the fore. The apprentices clear away the sand and ice and arrange fresh flowers with unhurried, practised hands.
A disciplined composition whose components combine both nature and civilisation, this delicate floral arrangement in sombre hues of ebon and silver is an expression of evanescent artistry that must be renewed and reinvented every few days once its blossoms begin to wilt and droop. The artist behind this particular arrangement has placed equal emphasis upon the stems, leaves, and buds as well as the vibrant petals of the flowers, creating graceful lines and curves and striking juxtapositions of colour, texture, and shape. Even the origami vessel in which the floral arrangement is placed has been chosen with forethought and care, becoming a key element of the composition and harmonising with the flowers instead of merely holding them. The fragility and impermanence of the flowers and leaves only deepens the beauty of the composition, their delicate fragrance and bright colours seeming all the more poignant under the sere influences of time and mortality.
It weighs about 6 pounds.
It has the following aliases: arrangement.
The art piece that was removed was
Wrought by the infinitely skilful hands of a Master Artist, this stately mandala is an enchanting portrayal of the short-lived nature of transitory beauty. Countless grains of sand compose the mandala, the central sections intricately arranged in symbols reminiscent of soaring and spiralling aerials. The meticulously laid borders echo these elaborate patterns as well as their radial symmetry, wrought in variegated shades of blushing rose and accentuated with winter-pale lavender. Nary a grain out of place, the dense nature of the finely-sifted sand prevents wayward drafts from disturbing the aesthetics of the mandala until its intended dismantling.
It weighs about 46 pounds.
It has the following aliases: mandala, sand.
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To add on to @Vecennya's post about the transient art. I *love* this addition to the Aerie guildhall. The work that's gone behind it is unreal, and I can safely say we all appreciate it!
For anyone out there not sure what the Patron Request system is for or capable of, this is a brilliant example.
a lunar sidiak bird held aloft by four metallic wings
Holding her avian head aloft, a sidiak bird manifested from vivid skeins of coruscating nebulae floats proudly here.
Nebulous and incandescent, this sibylline sidiak bird displays her lunar form with pride and effervescent grace. Bearing little in the way of physical shape, she seems instead to be made almost entirely of vivid skeins of coruscating nebulae, which drift in and out of formation as she moves. Her avian head is made of the same manifest thought, with glittering, irisless eyes of galactic hues that seem always to be watching you no matter where you move. Held aloft by four metallic wings, this radiant creature never deigns to alight upon a surface, seeming to require nothing so mundane as rest.
Or, as I like to imagine her - https://i.imgur.com/KUnXTBP.png
The Shogatha of Mutability does not even register your presence as a threat.
She weighs about 4000 pounds.
She has a moderate weakness to cutting damage.
She has a moderate resistance to blunt damage.
She has a moderate resistance to magic damage.
She has a moderate resistance to fire damage.
She has a moderate resistance to cold damage.
She has a moderate resistance to asphyxiation damage.
She has a moderate resistance to electrical damage.
She has a moderate resistance to poison damage.
She has a moderate resistance to psychic damage.
She has a great resistance to excorable damage.
She has a moderate weakness to divinus damage.
You cannot see what the Shogatha of Mutability is holding.
It has the following aliases: shogatha.
Possessed of smooth, bronze-hued skin, the Daemuru has the appearance of a colossal female. She wears a reflective headdress of shining black crystal, which sweeps up gracefully two slightly curved horns. Her eyes are pure azure, two pairs of them resting one set atop the other, with long, curling eyelashes, looking off in different directions while a long, serpentine tongue writhes out from her purple lips. Violet hair flows out from under the Daemuru's crystal headdress in wavy tresses, cascading past the bronze shoulders down to her midback. She wears a brown leathery dress adorned with emerald scales, various clasps and buckles keeping the garment close to her body. Six pairs of arms jut from the creature's sides, bearing swords, hammers, axes, bows, flames, scepters and crowns. All of the arms move about constantly in an elegant, entrancing dance in unison with her ever-bent furry legs that end in sharp cloven hooves.
The Daemuru of Cardinals does not even register your presence as a threat.
She weighs about 4000 pounds.
She has a moderate resistance to cutting damage.
She has a moderate weakness to blunt damage.
She has a moderate resistance to magic damage.
She has a moderate resistance to fire damage.
She has a moderate weakness to cold damage.
She has a moderate resistance to asphyxiation damage.
She has a moderate weakness to electrical damage.
She has a moderate resistance to poison damage.
She has a moderate resistance to psychic damage.
She has a great resistance to excorable damage.
She has a moderate weakness to divinus damage.
You cannot see what the Daemuru of Cardinals is holding.
It has the following aliases: daemuru.
Possessed of a ghoulish grey head with three sharp horns and wide nostrils, the Azoraphant of Fixation has a look of immovable stubbornness. His bovine face is surrounded by a thick mane of shaggy fur that is emerald green and interwoven with carnivorous purple plants. His body begins like that of a bull, but quickly expands into a transparent crystal sphere that is filled with a mixture of blood and water, neither dissolving into the other. Faces form and drift within the fluid, their expressions wailing and tortured, ghostly hands pressing themselves up against the crystal. A steel blue tail emerges from the back end of the Azoraphant, reflective and segmented, arching up high overhead with a protective stinger dripping black, slimy liquid.
The Azoraphant of Fixation does not even register your presence as a threat.
He weighs about 4000 pounds.
He has a moderate resistance to cutting damage.
He has a moderate resistance to blunt damage.
He has a moderate resistance to magic damage.
He has a moderate weakness to fire damage.
He has a moderate resistance to cold damage.
He has a moderate resistance to asphyxiation damage.
He has a moderate resistance to electrical damage.
He has a moderate resistance to poison damage.
He has a moderate resistance to psychic damage.
He has a great resistance to excorable damage.
He has a moderate weakness to divinus damage.
You cannot see what the Azoraphant of Fixation is holding.
It has the following aliases: azoraphant.
a baby crabstrosity
Ixion tells you, "// I don't think anyone else had a clue, amazing form."
Hundreds of strands of flesh have been woven into one another to form this hideous cape. All manner of colours, thicknesses and textures, they display a vast array of races and creatures, from the scaled skin of Dracnari to the matted fur of Igasho and Furrikin. Each strip is left to flutter at the ends, forming an ever-shifting shroud around the High Prophet's shoulders - and as they shift, something impossible happens. Between the folds of skin that lift and fall, glimpses of somewhere else can be seen - a land of warped fleshscapes and pooled blood and gnarled teeth. The images remain in your mind even after they have disappeared, insidious and perpetual.
Family-rp nostalgia plus tryna reconnect with them IC roots.
THANKS SO MUCH. AGAIN.