About the size of a small melon, this strange ball is incredibly dense, its surface rubbery and rough to the touch. The bumpy skin is earthen in hue, splashed by haphazard streaks of emerald and azure across its bumpy skin that reflect light like lacquer. A strong, inorganic smell comes off of the the sphere, reminiscent of burnt air after lightning. As a testimony to its incredible elastic properties, the irregular ball leaps up into a bounce at the slightest disturbance. It is about to decay. It weighs about 5 pounds. It has the following aliases: ball.
Do the Keepers of Song (old bard skill tutors) have descriptions anywhere from before They were voices? I know Rhapsody kind of halfway has a description via a statue in Celest but I was curious if there was anything more substantial out there?
@Hegemone I couldn't find anything for Crys except that he was good-looking, apparently, but there is this bit about Jilai in one quest:
Her eyes bright with effervescent life, this trill is but a memory - and yet so perfectly living a memory, vivacious and colourful. She is held aloft by magnificent wings of pure ivory feathers billowing behind her with impossible fragility and grace. Draped across her shoulders, an elegantly styled, if old-fashioned, opera gown sparkling with dusted silver clings to her silhouette, its material decidedly iridescent and luxurious. A classic diadem of ornately wrought sapphire crowns her brow, more stage costume than haute couture in its construction. In contrast, a bewitchingly exquisite pendant hangs about her neck, glowing with Divine power that dwarfs all the loveliness of its mortal vessel. Her rubescent lips part as she sings, each note lingering in the air as a pinprick of bejewelled, crystalline light.
"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."
Beautifully pure crystal has been used to craft this elegant plinth, which displays a lifelike hologram of Maestro Jilai Clarramore. A fresh and lively looking trill, this youthful individual is unusually short for her race. Delicate facial features are framed with pale blue feathers that cascade down between tall wings of the same colour. She is clad in an airy white velvet dress of which all the pockets and pouches have been stuffed completely full of unfinished sheet-music. In her spindly arms is cradled her most prized possession, the crystal violin of the accompagnato.
"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."
Question of my own, would anyone happen to have all the versions of Maeve and Laeroc? Normal, Nil-touched, solar queen, and the rest? Most curious about Laeroc.
"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."
Prismatic energies dance wildly around the form of this Elder God, flickering in and out of
existence. The very air about Him vibrates with an excitement that leaves no doubt that He is a radiant immortal. His hair, a riot of gold, copper, and crimson sits in a ruffled mess atop His head - short, but just long enough that it begins to curl at the ends. His form is slender and His features soft, giving him a boyish appearance. His eyes, however, betray any sense of youth or innocence, ancient and a brilliant gold-green that glimmer with an intensity hovering between joyous delight and avaricious regard. His skin is ashen except for brilliant bursts of ochre that are splashed across His face and down His arms. He is wearing: a loose, white shirt draped with colourful sashes and belts billowing silken trousers.
Ein's pet whale:
Though badly damaged, this pile of flesh and metal still manages to retain the shape of a giant whale. Soft pink flesh makes up its underside, marred with gouges and long slashshes that ooze bright red blood. The upper half of its body is made of a pitch black material that shifts and bubbles slightly, only appearing to held together by the bands of metal that crisscross its body - large pieces of copper and gold that are bent and twisted into dizzying patterns. Each piece of metal is marked with dozens of strange runes and glyphs that flare with a shining orange light. The twisting metal converges at shimmering orb or golden light atop its flat head, causing sparks of cosmic power to materialize around its lumbering form.
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.
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.
Did it ever make it here?
A towering figure of nearly eight feet, Ghani n'Rotri is even wider in wingspan than he is in height. He is a feathered trill soulless demigod, but what plumage he has is twisted and warped. His wings are near-skeletal, possessing only a few soot black plumes, their forms misshapen as if they had frozen partway through melting away. His face, on the other hand, is entirely whole - handsome and proud, with the sort of defined bone structure for which many would kill. It is strangely enhanced by the imposing nature of his figure, as if the contrast made it all the clearer. His eyes are the exception. There is no longer anything trill-like within them; they possess no iris, no pupil, no sclera. Rather, they are a bulging mass of sickly gold run through with cracks of iron grey. As he moves, the cracks shift and change, seeming almost to ooze the surrounding xanthic hue like sickly pus. Looking into them makes the truth of his nature entirely apparent: Ghani n'Rotri is not your average trill. Not anymore.
This luminescent humanoid is tall and gangly, covered from head to foot in short blue fur of various shades streaked with stripes of dark green in a wave-like pattern. The creature's eyes are large and oval, iridescent with an emerald hue, and glowing faintly with their own light around vertical, slitted pupils. Long, coarse strands of dark hair hang down the humanoid's back, tied loosely with elastic thread, their tips spiky like barbs. Loose fabrics hang upon the creature's body as clothing, shimmering and blending with the environment. Long arms end in slender hands with strong, flexible fingers, while the legs appear to be double jointed, built for leaping, with a braided, many- stranded tail curled behind. A look of confusion sits upon the humanoid's face, tempered by a base of placid calm that gives the creature a sense of agelessness.
A crystalline knife of radiant light lies here, its shimmering splendour casting an everchanging glow upon its surroundings.
Masterfully crafted from translucent crystal, this knife has been honed to a razor sharp point. No longer than the average dagger, this ethereal knife glows and bubbles with dozens of pinpoints of brilliant light that swirl about in its glassy shell. The crystal at the handle of the blade has been crafted to look like raging waves that crash downward and meld with the perfectly smooth crystal of the blade itself.
a crystalline knife of radiant light
I'm Lucidian. If I don't get pedantic every so often, I might explode.
I'm reviving this thread to shamelessly show off some recent customizations I'm rather chuffed about. My divinus whip, now just a rad sparkly extension of Dar's sparkly arm:
a knout of scintillating golden motes
Scattered pinpoints of aureate light are disarrayed upon the ground, the shimmering vestiges of a discarded knout of golden motes.
A warm golden light suffuses the trailing assemblage of bright motes that form this unusual knout. Lacking any tangible handle or any apparent means of cohesion, its myriad lashes appear almost as an extension of the wielder's arm. Gossamer lines of pristine white ka energy weave from one mote to the next, stringing them into whip-like configurations as transient and changing as the wind. Fluid and effervescent, the shimmering motes spark and pop erratically as they swirl about, generating an audible choral tone in moments of excitement. Despite its unsettling appearance, a peculiar serenity emanates from the luminous weapon.
My wolf's snout, now with a suitable 3rd person message thanks to some short_desc shenanigans:
his bewhiskered canid muzzle
A loboshigaru's bewhiskered muzzle lies here, disconcertingly disembodied.
Sporting a coat of glossy beryl-hued fur, this loboshigaru's muzzle cuts a handsome profile. Featuring a charming scruff upon the upper lip and tufts of long white whiskers on either side of a damp, leathery black nose, it is a fine muzzle indeed. Occasional motes of golden light drift about the canine snout.
And my stopped watch, which I can now proudly wear without people knowing Daraius is intentionally concealing his age.
a humble Toshan pocket watch
A steady, tranquil ticking emanates from the wooden clockwork of the humble pocket watch discarded here.
Hanging from a simple braid of hempen rope, this humble timepiece is hewn entirely from smooth-sanded, unvarnished hardwood and softwood, each piece fitted together with meticulous precision. Its rich redwood casing, naturally lustrous and silken to the touch, opens with the flip of a simple toggle to reveal an unassuming face of creamy striated pine. In lieu of numerals, minuscule pictographs, heat-etched at the cardinal points of the circular plane, mark the course of a monk's day: at the apex, a bound scroll atop a meditation mat; to the right, a bundle of rice stalks; at the nadir, a bowl of grains and a simple cup; and to the left, a crossed staff and scimitar. A single wooden tine reaches from the centre of the watch face towards the perimeter, proceeding in deliberate, considered steps around the depicted schedule. Upon the redwood backing, a window intricately carved in the shape of a many-petalled lotus offers a glimpse at the myriad walnut cogs, oaken escape wheels, and other elaborate clockwork mechanisms within. Each interlocking piece moves with mesmeric regularity, producing a soft and subtle rhythm of clicks and a soothing susurrus of wood against wood. Four ribbons of coarse linen -- one an undyed and unsullied white, and the others tinted blue, green, and orange respectively -- trail from the wooden latch connecting the body of the watch to its hemp cord. The streamers provide a vibrant flourish of colour to the otherwise naturally hued piece, and at each end is tied a small wooden medallion etched with an ancient loboshigaru glyph representing the Toshan doctrines.
From the cold azure aura that casts a sickly tinge upon Raezon's fair skin, to His towering stature, there can be no doubt that He is a radiant immortal. Studying the world from atop an aquiline nose and a mouth that is little more than a severe slash, His stark cerulean eyes betray no emotion in their incessant stare. Handsome, gaunt features are highlighted by the wavy, medium-length hair that has been combed back upon His head, not a single strand out of place. His limbs are slender, barely any extra mass to Him beyond what would be considered necessary to function. Upon His hands and arms are tattooed various diagrams and indecipherable writings, all of which shift about constantly and fade in and out of existence. Around His form hangs the scent of newly charged air after a lightning strike.
He is wearing:
brocade robes with a dancing pattern
a haloed crown of azure flame
a gold overcoat stained with arcane minutiae.
You look at brocade robes with a dancing pattern that Raezon is wearing:
Unmistakably divine fabric has been woven together into long robes that extends to the wrist and ankles, the silver colour shifting to dance between hues and shades in an aesthetically pleasing display. Patterned along the robes is an impossibly complex pattern of shadowy arcane symbols, sephiroth, and pictographs that shimmer into new forms every few seconds while never breaking the pattern. The left half of the robe is folded over the right, sashed at the waist to allow it to drop in a straight line that does not shift even with the most strenuous of movements the Forbidden may make. While the sash itself is plain compared to the magnificent pattern of the robe it binds, a large segment drops from a tidy knot at waist height to hang to knee-height, azure flames upon it burning in the shape of a pentacle.
You look at a haloed crown of azure flame that Raezon is wearing:
Little more than a shifting collection of flames that gleam with the cold intensity of ice, this crown of embers nevertheless floats faithfully around the Forbidden's head in a makeshift halo that casts a stark azure light upon His features. Offering no scent, the flames still emit the most satisfyingly faint crackle as they dance in a constant, mystifying orbit behind Him.
You look at a gold overcoat stained with arcane minutiae that Raezon is wearing:
A once-pristine overcoat, this sleeveless garment falls to hang at the ankles and is comprised of some golden, divine material that is indiscernable between metal and fabric. Further obfuscating its nature, the coat is covered in traces of azure fire that burns without damaging it; each mark something scribbled with a tidy but illegible script written in the Divine tongue. Embroidered along the edge of the coat are a collection of silvery diamonds in a perfect line, most shining with some inner light while others have faded into a relatively murky translucence.
Endless thanks to the Charites for my latest customization, which gives me untold joy. Also thanks to @Maligorn and @Merlose for the inspiration and encouragement.
a carved cedarwood Toshan idol
A humble cedar statuette of Tosha the Meditative rests peacefully here.
The warm, spiced redolence of cedar wafts from this diminutive wooden idol, meticulously carved in
the shape of a meditating loboshigaru and sanded to a satiny finish. With padded paws upturned upon
his knees, and the claws of each thumb and forefinger gently touching, he rests in a serene lotus
position, digitigrade legs crossed and bushy tail curved gracefully around his backside. Painstaking
scoring gives the distinct impression of a coat of coarse fur, covered by the humble robes of a
Toshan master, and while the shape of his gently inclined muzzle and attentively pointed ears
faintly suggests lupine topography, the rosy striations of unvarnished cedar leave his true heritage
ambiguous. What is clear is the care and dedication apparent in every curve and angle of the
carving, which lend lifelike verisimilitude to the monk's peaceful posture and benevolent, open-eyed
gaze. The base of the statuette is carved into an intricate lotus flower, its countless overlapping
petals upholding a simple dais on which the loboshigaru tends to his monastic devotions. A distinct
aura of tranquility effuses from the humble meditation aid.
And of course:
You pat the head of a carved cedarwood Toshan idol and a light goes on in its eyes.
Laser lines carrying bursts of steam and streams of fire shoot from the eyes of a carved cedarwood Toshan idol and hit a grey pigeon.
You have scored an OBLITERATING CRITICAL hit!
A grey pigeon has been killed by the laser death stare of a carved cedarwood Toshan idol.
Is there anyone who might have descriptions of Czixi, more specifically of what she wears? I might or might not be doing an Art Thing...
I have the full descriptions of what She wore to Nelras and Allie's wedding, and I have at least the brief of what She wears more normally. Will PM both to you.
Czixi, the Welkin murmurs, "Fight on, My Effervescent Sylph. I will be with you as you do."
Aian Lerit'r, Lead Schematicist exclaims to you, "A *paperwork* emergency, Chairman!
There are two different outfits, not counting the wedding outfit
Look, I'm not gonna lie. I have over 600 pages of logs from the time Allie joined the Order. It's a reasonably high chance I have the other outfit in there somewhere too. I just went for the ones I could find easily!
Czixi, the Welkin murmurs, "Fight on, My Effervescent Sylph. I will be with you as you do."
Aian Lerit'r, Lead Schematicist exclaims to you, "A *paperwork* emergency, Chairman!
Does anybody have a description of Father Sun ;~;?
‘It’s important to be kind. You can’t know all the times that you’ve hurt people in tiny, significant ways. It’s easy to be cruel without meaning to be. There’s nothing you can do about that. But you can choose to be kind. Be kind.’
l me Covered in a coat of silky white fur with just a tint of jade, he is a bouncing furrikin dawncast demigod whose form shimmers from time to time with warm gold and orange light. His snout is thin and narrow, with snowy white tufts of fur along its underside and extening from his cheeks until they connect with a small mane. This extends from the base of his frosted-jade ears all the way to his neck, where it narrows into a ridge about an inch across that vanishes under his clothing until it emerges along the top of his long, powerful tail and runs the full length to the tip, where it tufts outward like a paintbrush of pure white contrasted to his natural jade tones. Each finger and toe visible is tipped with claw the colour of the last vestiges of night just before dawn begins. He has a nervous demeanor about him, his slight frame often visibly tense and his quick motions occasionally leave golden afterimages in their wake, and that long tail is either conscoiusly being forced to rest just above his ankles or is allowed to twitch about like a nervous cat's.
l me
Luce is here like the living work of a gifted but somewhat imaginative artist. He is a bouncing furrikin sky-painted demigod, whose white fur is has a faint jade tint to it and a silken texture to those he allows to touch it. He's slight and often visibly tense, with most of his motions quick and his powder-blue eyes darting from spot to spot. His snout is thin and narrow, with tufts of snow-white fur that run along its underside, extend out from his cheeks, and connect with a small mane that tops his head and begins to run down his spine before disappearing into his clothing. His triangular ears poke out from this mane with well over half their length exposed, the pale jade emphasised by contrast to the pure white. The base of his spine extends outward in a furred tail, with the same groove of white fur running along its top until the end, where both the underside and the top share ridges that combine. It tends to rest just above his ankles. Each finger is tipped with a dull black claw, which look as if they've been filed shorter rather than clipped. His whole body has a somehow washed out appearance not unlike watercolour paint that's been applied to a gently drifting cirrus cloud, with strands of misty colour trailing some of his more jarring movements and occasional cerulean 'gaps' appearing or fading on his fur.
Oh, hey, two new descriptions for Luce being a special demigod. (suggestions welcomed)
Were there any actual descriptions for all of the dragons that have showed up? I missed almost all of the events
Yes and no. Most of the time that players interacted with dragons, they took the form of dracnari - since if they were their true dragon form, they would be the size of a city district!
But you can get an idea of how those dragons might look from their dracnari forms.
Here's an example of a mature dragon from the Celest event, who looks similar to most others:
an arrogant dracnari emissary
Restless and impatient with her constant movement, this dracnari's position as an emissary is made clear by her fine robes. Silver in hue, they are made of silk so soft and shimmering that it has the appearance of liquid metal. It falls as a curtain down her flat chest to her thighs and down her back to her knees, split at the sides to show the fitted layer underneath. A belt of unearthly stones cinches the garment together. Her features would be unremarkable for a dracnari, except for the fact that her scales are entirely devoid of colour. They are not white; rather, they are unnervingly translucent, displaying the blurred forms of blood vessels and nerves. She carries nothing, bears no weapons, and has little in the way of adornment save for a single silver circlet atop her bald, scaled head.
Here is Nemuruko's dracnari form:
a tall dracnari garbed in spectacular finery
Almost ethereally tall and slender, this dracnari gentleman regards his surroundings with an almost exquisitely curious attentiveness. Azure scales cover his body, glistening like precious chips of sapphire, while sharp, preternaturally blue eyes gleam with canny intelligence, a faint misty haze swirling behind his irises. Lines of liquid silver accentuate the curves and planes of his jaw and cheekbones, whorling upward about his eyes and the ridge of his brow before unfurling in a lazy, lacy pattern at his temples. Equally suited to his eager demeanor, his garb is decidedly ostentatious: wide, sweeping shoulders serve as the mantle of his many-layered robes, multitudinous silks falling to obscure his form and brush against the ground. Intricate traceries of filigreed embroidery meander throughout, the whole affair shifting in hue and tint with no discernible provocation.
Here is Mamira Shika's dracnari form:
a hazy, iridescent dracnari girl Almost insubstantial, the vague appearance of this lissome dracnari is hazy with a shining iridescence that blurs her soft, girlish features. Amidst the shifting colours, however, prismatic scales that glisten through a spectrum of pale pinks, lavenders, yellows, blues and whites are visible, emanating a constant aura of light that wreathes her diminutive silhouette. Through glimmers of that light, a silken garb can be glimpsed that drapes over her youthful form in an elegant wrap. A beautiful head scarf of changing hues veils much of her head from view, though her crystal clear eyes shine with a startling clarity that speaks of a wisdom far beyond her years. Twined about her arms are two crystal bangles, one ornamented with the symbolic imagery of an open eye, and the other wrought to resemble an eye that remains closed to the world. Tendrils of smoke and mist dance about the dracnari's delicate figure to cast her in the languid beauty of a dream, rendering her both incorporeal and yet clearly present in a bewitching paradox of being.
And here is Sachiana's dracnari form:
a dracnari matriarch with piercing blue eyes Garbed in simple emerald-green robes which do little to hide the muscular contours of her form, this dracnari matriarch glares resolutely about her, affixing her surroundings with piercingly vibrant azure eyes. Blood-red scales cover the front of her body, gradually lightening to an amber hue as they approach her spinal ridge. She wastes no energy on unnecessary actions: every movement she makes is sharp and precise, and executed with intense speed. Standing out as the sole piece of adornment she has deigned to display, the tips of her claws are sheathed in gold. Three parallel jagged scars mar one side of her face from brow to chin and reveal the blackened flesh beneath her scales.
You can read newsposts discussing each of these dragons to get a better idea of their personality and role in the year end events.
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It is about to decay.
It weighs about 5 pounds.
It has the following aliases: ball.
Her eyes bright with effervescent life, this trill is but a memory - and yet so perfectly living a memory, vivacious and colourful. She is held aloft by magnificent wings of pure ivory feathers billowing behind her with impossible fragility and grace. Draped across her shoulders, an elegantly styled, if old-fashioned, opera gown sparkling with dusted silver clings to her silhouette, its material decidedly iridescent and luxurious. A classic diadem of ornately wrought sapphire crowns her brow, more stage costume than haute couture in its construction. In contrast, a bewitchingly exquisite pendant hangs about her neck, glowing with Divine power that dwarfs all the loveliness of its mortal vessel. Her rubescent lips part as she sings, each note lingering in the air as a pinprick of bejewelled, crystalline light.
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Beautifully pure crystal has been used to craft this elegant plinth, which displays a lifelike hologram of Maestro Jilai Clarramore. A fresh and lively looking trill, this youthful individual is unusually short for her race. Delicate facial features are framed with pale blue feathers that cascade down between tall wings of the same colour. She is clad in an airy white velvet dress of which all the pockets and pouches have been stuffed completely full of unfinished sheet-music. In her spindly arms is cradled her most prized possession, the crystal violin of the accompagnato.
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radiant immortal. His hair, a riot of gold, copper, and crimson sits in a ruffled mess atop His head
- short, but just long enough that it begins to curl at the ends. His form is slender and His
features soft, giving him a boyish appearance. His eyes, however, betray any sense of youth or
innocence, ancient and a brilliant gold-green that glimmer with an intensity hovering between joyous
delight and avaricious regard. His skin is ashen except for brilliant bursts of ochre that are
splashed across His face and down His arms.
He is wearing:
a loose, white shirt draped with colourful sashes and belts
billowing silken trousers.
shades streaked with stripes of dark green in a wave-like pattern. The creature's eyes are large and
oval, iridescent with an emerald hue, and glowing faintly with their own light around vertical,
slitted pupils. Long, coarse strands of dark hair hang down the humanoid's back, tied loosely with
elastic thread, their tips spiky like barbs. Loose fabrics hang upon the creature's body as clothing,
shimmering and blending with the environment. Long arms end in slender hands with strong, flexible
fingers, while the legs appear to be double jointed, built for leaping, with a braided, many-
stranded tail curled behind. A look of confusion sits upon the humanoid's face, tempered by a base
of placid calm that gives the creature a sense of agelessness.
a crystalline knife of radiant light
My divinus whip, now just a rad sparkly extension of Dar's sparkly arm:
a knout of scintillating golden motes
Scattered pinpoints of aureate light are disarrayed upon the ground, the shimmering vestiges of a discarded knout of golden motes.
A warm golden light suffuses the trailing assemblage of bright motes that form this unusual knout. Lacking any tangible handle or any apparent means of cohesion, its myriad lashes appear almost as an extension of the wielder's arm. Gossamer lines of pristine white ka energy weave from one mote to the next, stringing them into whip-like configurations as transient and changing as the wind. Fluid and effervescent, the shimmering motes spark and pop erratically as they swirl about, generating an audible choral tone in moments of excitement. Despite its unsettling appearance, a peculiar serenity emanates from the luminous weapon.
My wolf's snout, now with a suitable 3rd person message thanks to some short_desc shenanigans:
his bewhiskered canid muzzle
A loboshigaru's bewhiskered muzzle lies here, disconcertingly disembodied.
Sporting a coat of glossy beryl-hued fur, this loboshigaru's muzzle cuts a handsome profile. Featuring a charming scruff upon the upper lip and tufts of long white whiskers on either side of a damp, leathery black nose, it is a fine muzzle indeed. Occasional motes of golden light drift about the canine snout.
And my stopped watch, which I can now proudly wear without people knowing Daraius is intentionally concealing his age.
a humble Toshan pocket watch
A steady, tranquil ticking emanates from the wooden clockwork of the humble pocket watch discarded here.
Hanging from a simple braid of hempen rope, this humble timepiece is hewn entirely from smooth-sanded, unvarnished hardwood and softwood, each piece fitted together with meticulous precision. Its rich redwood casing, naturally lustrous and silken to the touch, opens with the flip of a simple toggle to reveal an unassuming face of creamy striated pine. In lieu of numerals, minuscule pictographs, heat-etched at the cardinal points of the circular plane, mark the course of a monk's day: at the apex, a bound scroll atop a meditation mat; to the right, a bundle of rice stalks; at the nadir, a bowl of grains and a simple cup; and to the left, a crossed staff and scimitar. A single wooden tine reaches from the centre of the watch face towards the perimeter, proceeding in deliberate, considered steps around the depicted schedule. Upon the redwood backing, a window intricately carved in the shape of a many-petalled lotus offers a glimpse at the myriad walnut cogs, oaken escape wheels, and other elaborate clockwork mechanisms within. Each interlocking piece moves with mesmeric regularity, producing a soft and subtle rhythm of clicks and a soothing susurrus of wood against wood. Four ribbons of coarse linen -- one an undyed and unsullied white, and the others tinted blue, green, and orange respectively -- trail from the wooden latch connecting the body of the watch to its hemp cord. The streamers provide a vibrant flourish of colour to the otherwise naturally hued piece, and at each end is tied a small wooden medallion etched with an ancient loboshigaru glyph representing the Toshan doctrines.
Estarra the Eternal says, "Give Shevat the floor please."
brocade robes with a dancing pattern
a haloed crown of azure flame
a gold overcoat stained with arcane minutiae.
You look at brocade robes with a dancing pattern that Raezon is wearing:
Unmistakably divine fabric has been woven together into long robes that extends to the wrist and ankles, the silver colour shifting to dance between hues and shades in an aesthetically pleasing display. Patterned along the robes is an impossibly complex pattern of shadowy arcane symbols, sephiroth, and pictographs that shimmer into new forms every few seconds while never breaking the pattern. The left half of the robe is folded over the right, sashed at the waist to allow it to drop in a straight line that does not shift even with the most strenuous of movements the Forbidden may make. While the sash itself is plain compared to the magnificent pattern of the robe it binds, a large segment drops from a tidy knot at waist height to hang to knee-height, azure flames upon it burning in the shape of a pentacle.
You look at a haloed crown of azure flame that Raezon is wearing:
Little more than a shifting collection of flames that gleam with the cold intensity of ice, this crown of embers nevertheless floats faithfully around the Forbidden's head in a makeshift halo that casts a stark azure light upon His features. Offering no scent, the flames still emit the most satisfyingly faint crackle as they dance in a constant, mystifying orbit behind Him.
A once-pristine overcoat, this sleeveless garment falls to hang at the ankles and is comprised of some golden, divine material that is indiscernable between metal and fabric. Further obfuscating its nature, the coat is covered in traces of azure fire that burns without damaging it; each mark something scribbled with a tidy but illegible script written in the Divine tongue. Embroidered along the edge of the coat are a collection of silvery diamonds in a perfect line, most shining with some inner light while others have faded into a relatively murky translucence.
Estarra the Eternal says, "Give Shevat the floor please."
a carved cedarwood Toshan idol
And of course:
Estarra the Eternal says, "Give Shevat the floor please."
Czixi, the Welkin murmurs, "Fight on, My Effervescent Sylph. I will be with you as you do."
Aian Lerit'r, Lead Schematicist exclaims to you, "A *paperwork* emergency, Chairman!
Estarra the Eternal says, "Give Shevat the floor please."
Czixi, the Welkin murmurs, "Fight on, My Effervescent Sylph. I will be with you as you do."
Aian Lerit'r, Lead Schematicist exclaims to you, "A *paperwork* emergency, Chairman!
It’s easy to be cruel without meaning to be. There’s nothing you can do about that. But you can choose to be kind. Be kind.’
https://pastebin.com/G7Xh0swW
Covered in a coat of silky white fur with just a tint of jade, he is a bouncing furrikin dawncast demigod whose form shimmers from time to time with warm gold and orange light. His snout is thin and narrow, with snowy white tufts of fur along its underside and extening from his cheeks until they connect with a small mane. This extends from the base of his frosted-jade ears all the way to his neck, where it narrows into a ridge about an inch across that vanishes under his clothing until it emerges along the top of his long, powerful tail and runs the full length to the tip, where it tufts outward like a paintbrush of pure white contrasted to his natural jade tones. Each finger and toe visible is tipped with claw the colour of the last vestiges of night just before dawn begins. He has a nervous demeanor about him, his slight frame often visibly tense and his quick motions occasionally leave golden afterimages in their wake, and that long tail is either conscoiusly being forced to rest just above his ankles or is allowed to twitch about like a nervous cat's.
Oh, hey, two new descriptions for Luce being a special demigod. (suggestions welcomed)
But you can get an idea of how those dragons might look from their dracnari forms.
Here's an example of a mature dragon from the Celest event, who looks similar to most others:
Almost insubstantial, the vague appearance of this lissome dracnari is hazy with a shining iridescence that blurs her soft, girlish features. Amidst the shifting colours, however, prismatic scales that glisten through a spectrum of pale pinks, lavenders, yellows, blues and whites are visible, emanating a constant aura of light that wreathes her diminutive silhouette. Through glimmers of that light, a silken garb can be glimpsed that drapes over her youthful form in an elegant wrap. A beautiful head scarf of changing hues veils much of her head from view, though her crystal clear eyes shine with a startling clarity that speaks of a wisdom far beyond her years. Twined about her arms are two crystal bangles, one ornamented with the symbolic imagery of an open eye, and the other wrought to resemble an eye that remains closed to the world. Tendrils of smoke and mist dance about the dracnari's delicate figure to cast her in the languid beauty of a dream, rendering her both incorporeal and yet clearly present in a bewitching paradox of being.
And here is Sachiana's dracnari form:
Garbed in simple emerald-green robes which do little to hide the muscular contours of her form, this dracnari matriarch glares resolutely about her, affixing her surroundings with piercingly vibrant azure eyes. Blood-red scales cover the front of her body, gradually lightening to an amber hue as they approach her spinal ridge. She wastes no energy on unnecessary actions: every movement she makes is sharp and precise, and executed with intense speed. Standing out as the sole piece of adornment she has deigned to display, the tips of her claws are sheathed in gold. Three parallel jagged scars mar one side of her face from brow to chin and reveal the blackened flesh beneath her scales.
You can read newsposts discussing each of these dragons to get a better idea of their personality and role in the year end events.