So sorry to the people who have seen this multiple times, but does anyone have the description of the now-destroyed Guiding Star Lighthouse room? I've searched my logs but can't seem to find it.
So sorry to the people who have seen this multiple times, but does anyone have the description of the now-destroyed Guiding Star Lighthouse room? I've searched my logs but can't seem to find it.
This?
before the ruins of the Guiding Star Lighthouse The golden sands here have been fused by heat into a rough, glassy surface, broken by jagged rocks. Crumbled masonry and shattered glass litters the broken stone steps that used to lead up to the cylindrical building. The lighthouse only rises up to half its original height, its once gleaming white masonery streaked with grime and fumes. The door to the lighthouse hangs off its hinges, and fallen masonry from the statues that once flanked it form an impassable barrier.
The Seal of Time is a banded sandstone disc, approximately the size of a small shield. Runes are etched around its rim that glow with an inner power. In the centre of the shield is the image of a pair of webbed wings. Disturbingly, the wings seem to beat, sometimes swiftly, sometimes more slowly, and occasionally appear to be flying backwards. The seal floats in the air of its own power, and thin spidery cracks run along its surface, leaking waves of energy.
So sorry to the people who have seen this multiple times, but does anyone have the description of the now-destroyed Guiding Star Lighthouse room? I've searched my logs but can't seem to find it.
This?
before the ruins of the Guiding Star Lighthouse The golden sands here have been fused by heat into a rough, glassy surface, broken by jagged rocks. Crumbled masonry and shattered glass litters the broken stone steps that used to lead up to the cylindrical building. The lighthouse only rises up to half its original height, its once gleaming white masonery streaked with grime and fumes. The door to the lighthouse hangs off its hinges, and fallen masonry from the statues that once flanked it form an impassable barrier.
I am terrible at words, but no. I got what I needed, though! Thank you!
It is. Beauty was lavender ribbons, and Harmony is just a sort of engulfing white light. I don't think my beauty seal is zapping right now, but I'll edit in harmony here later.
Beauty Attack: The Medallion of Beauty worn by you sends forth a stream of lavender-flecked golden light which shatters a giant dismembered tongue
Beauty Probe: The Medallion of Beauty is an ornate setting within which rests a miniaturized replica of the Seal of Beauty. Runes are etched around its rim that glow with an inner power. In the center of the seal is the image of an eye, the iris of which is a light lavender flecked with gold. Disturbingly, the eye lazily glances around itself, occasionally shutting in a dramatic wink. The seal floats in the air of its own power and thrums with a lifeforce that makes the very air around it blur.
Beauty Travel: You touch the Medallion of Beauty and a soft pink bubble forms around you. The world spins around you, as you are carried off towards the Hallways of Avechna
Beauty 3rd person: A soft pink bubble forms around Zyphora, its surface shimmering with beautiful patterns. The bubble pops, leaving behind a pleasing scent.
Clad in a haze of delightful smoke, Mama Ethica tends the bar here.
A cloud of thick, delightfully sweet-smelling smoke hangs heavy around this incredibly large illithoid woman, shifting between pink and purple as light and eye pass over it. Its source is readily apparent: a strange pipe with an extremely long, thin shaft and a metallic bowl at its end that juts out of the side of her wide mouth. While not unpleasant to look at, the marks of traditional beauty fall short upon her painted face - she appears almost masculine in nature despite her expertly drawn eyebrows, smoky eye kohl that highlights her dark brown eyes, the beauty mark just below and to the side of her left eye, and her perfectly painted, ruby lips. Waves of scarlet hair rise from her scalp to fall back down in a fashionably styled bob that curls inward at her jaw- line, drawing the eye directly towards her two chins and thick neck. A soft pink kimono covers her body and protects her modesty, detailed with stylised kouseki blossoms in brilliant golden silk and an enormous belt of gold cloth that stretches around her waist and wraps up in a great bow in the middle of her back. Her large hands seem to constantly be in motion, whether polishing glasses and steins or providing further emphasis to her already animated movements, and while the ends of her nails are rough the ruby polish covering them are immaculate. The sound of wooden clacking can be heard as she moves, the source her strange wooden sandals that add a few extra inches of height and put her well above six feet tall.
Crumkane, Lord of Epicurean Delights says, "WAS IT INDEED ON FIRE, ERITHEYL."
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With a deep reverb, Contemptible Sutekh says, "CEASE YOUR INFERNAL ENERGY, ERITHEYL."
@Tylwyth was asking about Mysrai's latest form, The Scarlet Courtesan:
Surrounded with an aura of comfortable heat and passionate ecstasy, His sublime visage is far more potent than any mortal should bear; making it clear that He is a radiant immortal. A face that is filled with arrogant angles, lent easily to smirking, and void-black, lidless eyes that are given to sparkling with swiftly-changing constellations give Him the appearance of a sly, attractive youth. Appearing as a wire-muscled adolescent, stained a coppery brown by the sun, His limbs hold in orbit about them a constant flow of poppy blossoms both shredded and whole. His hair is an attractive, feathered mess atop His head, tousled and streaked with shimmering powders of copper and scarlet sparks that shimmer and pop in barely-restrained energies. Dark, rubescent powders mix with ivory beneath His eyes, along His neck, and across His collarbones, displaying incomprehensible hieroglyphs that curl upon themselves in puzzling suggestions of barely manifested realities.
He is wearing:
a three-layered tunic of bright ivory that has been pulled low over His chest;
a cropped pair of deep grey trousers that hang low on His hips in a provocative manner;
a burgundy belt of leather cinched loose and carefree;
a hooded coat of striking rainbow hues hung loose around His biceps.
‘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.’
@Tylwyth was asking about Mysrai's latest form, The Scarlet Courtesan:
Surrounded with an aura of comfortable heat and passionate ecstasy, His sublime visage is far more potent than any mortal should bear; making it clear that He is a radiant immortal. A face that is filled with arrogant angles, lent easily to smirking, and void-black, lidless eyes that are given to sparkling with swiftly-changing constellations give Him the appearance of a sly, attractive youth. Appearing as a wire-muscled adolescent, stained a coppery brown by the sun, His limbs hold in orbit about them a constant flow of poppy blossoms both shredded and whole. His hair is an attractive, feathered mess atop His head, tousled and streaked with shimmering powders of copper and scarlet sparks that shimmer and pop in barely-restrained energies. Dark, rubescent powders mix with ivory beneath His eyes, along His neck, and across His collarbones, displaying incomprehensible hieroglyphs that curl upon themselves in puzzling suggestions of barely manifested realities.
He is wearing:
a three-layered tunic of bright ivory that has been pulled low over His chest;
a cropped pair of deep grey trousers that hang low on His hips in a provocative manner;
a burgundy belt of leather cinched loose and carefree;
a hooded coat of striking rainbow hues hung loose around His biceps.
Dang. That's giving me some Dream of the Endless vibes
Tantus got all spiffied up for a certain wedding, and I just love him so:
Fur as white as powdered sugar covers the burly form of this tae'dae in a sleek and shiny coat that positively tempts with its softness. Obviously well-fed, Tantus is immediately characterised by both his tall, broad-shouldered frame and his rather prominent, rotund stomach. His eyes, bright blue, gleam with a perpetual sense of mirth and mischief, the smooth planes of his broad muzzle pulled upward into a ready smile. A sharply-tailored suit has been coerced to fit his ponderous frame; the neatly-creased shoulders of his jacket are a vividly royal blue, fading slowly down his sleeves and torso into a rich navy. His trousers continue the ombre shading from navy into perfectly sable black at their hems before terminating in a pair of enormous, shining black dress shoes. His jacket is left unbuttoned over a crisp black shirt and vest, straining against his rounded gut, while a cheerily rainbow-hued tie is knotted somewhat askew at his throat. A pocket square of the same vivid hues peeks out at his breast, astride which a faintly-scented rose of immaculate white fondant has been carefully affixed to his lapel.
Crumkane, Lord of Epicurean Delights says, "WAS IT INDEED ON FIRE, ERITHEYL."
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With a deep reverb, Contemptible Sutekh says, "CEASE YOUR INFERNAL ENERGY, ERITHEYL."
I scrolled back hoping someone has posted it before, but I didn't see it. As much as I appreciate the painting Esei made me of Shikari, does anyone have his description?
I scrolled back hoping someone has posted it before, but I didn't see it. As much as I appreciate the painting Esei made me of Shikari, does anyone have his description?
He is a radiant immortal and moves with predatory intent, the tense aura surrounding His form barely concealing a primal ferocity. Black tribal tattoos sweep over the contours of His lean physique, shifting sinuously with His every movement as if alive. The design continues up His face, its severe lines enhancing His hard, angular features and framing cold, black eyes. His skin is pale underneath, stretched taut over defined muscles, but barely shows beneath the inky brands. Locks of soot-black hair fall across His brow and stick out in unkempt wisps from His head, ringing it in a stygian halo.
The Thief of Hidden Apogees The air holds its breath surrounding the gargantuan feathered form of this enormous creature, aetheric energies sparking in hieroglyphs of saffron colour that guarantee He is a radiant immortal. Covering Him from head to claw is a vast field of inky black feathers, dusted along their tips with saffron dust that shimmers in light like the distant abyss of space as they cast shapes and flowing rivers before being cast into entirely new patterns with His movement. Two enormous wings are folded at His sides in place of arms, falling down to the ground before spilling out and behind Him like the train of a dress. Golden claws can be seen extending from His leathery grey, avian feet, spreading out further hieroglyphs along the surface of what it is He walks upon like oil spilling over water. Towering upwards to twelve feet in height, His head is rounded and His face distinctly owl-shaped, a viciously curved gold beak protruding from the bottom of a central ridge splitting His face in half. Wide and unblinking, His eyes are little more than voidstruck pools of absolute darkness that shimmer with swiftly-changing saffron constellations in unfathomable patterns.
‘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.’
Does anybody have a description of the @Carakhan that was actually @Drocilla in disguise? Asking for scientific reasons...
Maybe...
She is a radiant immortal and possessed of an otherworldly sophistication and grace in Her posture and movements. She contemplates the world about Her with stormy, sea-green eyes set above a rounded nose and dark green lips. Kelp-brown hair has been gathered in elaborate braids about Her head while the rest has been left to tumble till Her lower back in a thick, luxurious river of silken threads. Her soft skin is a vibrant blue, a stark reminder of the deep, tumultuous sea, and glistens with the mist that embraces her refined physique.
Wearing the ceremonial armour of the Praetorians, Hamos stands here with a silent and controlled demeanour. His two composite eyes are a stark, brilliant blue, their many surfaces each of a slightly different hue. His dark grey-blue chitin is decorated with purple stripes and the occasional tattoo commemorating heroic deeds done in his service to Elohora's priests. He wields a ceremonial, yet effective shortsword in one hand and a large shield bearing the crest of the Ecclesiarchy in the other.
The Thief of Hidden Apogees The air holds its breath surrounding the gargantuan feathered form of this enormous creature, aetheric energies sparking in hieroglyphs of saffron colour that guarantee He is a radiant immortal. Covering Him from head to claw is a vast field of inky black feathers, dusted along their tips with saffron dust that shimmers in light like the distant abyss of space as they cast shapes and flowing rivers before being cast into entirely new patterns with His movement. Two enormous wings are folded at His sides in place of arms, falling down to the ground before spilling out and behind Him like the train of a dress. Golden claws can be seen extending from His leathery grey, avian feet, spreading out further hieroglyphs along the surface of what it is He walks upon like oil spilling over water. Towering upwards to twelve feet in height, His head is rounded and His face distinctly owl-shaped, a viciously curved gold beak protruding from the bottom of a central ridge splitting His face in half. Wide and unblinking, His eyes are little more than voidstruck pools of absolute darkness that shimmer with swiftly-changing saffron constellations in unfathomable patterns.
Thief of Hidden Apogees best aspect
Her voice firm and commanding, Terentia, the Even Bladed says to you, "You have kept your oath to Me, Parhelion. You have sworn to maintain Justice in these troubled times."
Yet if a boon be granted me, unworthy as I am, let it be for a steady hand with a clear eye and a fury most inflaming.
You administer a dose of zimoru reagent to a pollen dusted seal with ethereal wings of dancing light. A golden glow surrounds her which shimmers and you watch in amazement as she transforms into a sugar dusted seal with wings of swirling glitter.
An undeniable air of majesty manages to fall from the somewhat crooked face of this enormous seal, her whiskered face always turned up into a goofy smile. Wide eyes gaze endearingly at her surroundings, somehow filled with curiosity and also appearing to be entirely vacant. The sounds of whispered words dance around her sugar dusted body, drawing the eye and giving her a decidedly supernatural appearance. Along her cushy torso, wings of swirling glitter occasionally give a mad wave as though clapping them together. A long tail trails behind her enormous girth, swishing back and forth idly. A multicoloured mark in the shape of the Twin Crystals constellation sparkles clearly against her rump.
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!
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The golden sands here have been fused by heat into a rough, glassy surface, broken by jagged rocks. Crumbled masonry and shattered glass litters the broken stone steps that used to lead up to the cylindrical building. The lighthouse only rises up to half its original height, its once gleaming white masonery streaked with grime and fumes. The door to the lighthouse hangs off its hinges, and fallen masonry from the statues that once flanked it form an impassable barrier.
Edit: I'm assuming the message is different for the different seals.
The Medallion of Harmony worn by you sends forth a tempest of pale light which renders a giant dismembered tongue inert and unmoving.
The Medallion of Nature worn by you sends forth vines of green energy which corrode a mass of tentacles.
The Medallion of Justice worn by you sends forth streaks of silver light which dissolve a mass of tentacles.
The Medallion of War worn by you sends forth a column of red flames which incinerates a mound of gibbering eyeballs.
The Medallion of Chaos worn by you sends forth a beam of multicoloured light which dissolves a mound of gibbering eyeballs.
Spooky balloon with a sharp stick?
Clad in a haze of delightful smoke, Mama Ethica tends the bar here.
illithoid woman, shifting between pink and purple as light and eye pass over it. Its source is
readily apparent: a strange pipe with an extremely long, thin shaft and a metallic bowl at its end
that juts out of the side of her wide mouth. While not unpleasant to look at, the marks of
traditional beauty fall short upon her painted face - she appears almost masculine in nature despite
her expertly drawn eyebrows, smoky eye kohl that highlights her dark brown eyes, the beauty mark
just below and to the side of her left eye, and her perfectly painted, ruby lips. Waves of scarlet
hair rise from her scalp to fall back down in a fashionably styled bob that curls inward at her jaw-
line, drawing the eye directly towards her two chins and thick neck. A soft pink kimono covers her
body and protects her modesty, detailed with stylised kouseki blossoms in brilliant golden silk and
an enormous belt of gold cloth that stretches around her waist and wraps up in a great bow in the
middle of her back. Her large hands seem to constantly be in motion, whether polishing glasses and
steins or providing further emphasis to her already animated movements, and while the ends of her
nails are rough the ruby polish covering them are immaculate. The sound of wooden clacking can be
heard as she moves, the source her strange wooden sandals that add a few extra inches of height and
put her well above six feet tall.
-
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.’
Fur as white as powdered sugar covers the burly form of this tae'dae in a sleek and shiny coat that
positively tempts with its softness. Obviously well-fed, Tantus is immediately characterised by both
his tall, broad-shouldered frame and his rather prominent, rotund stomach. His eyes, bright blue,
gleam with a perpetual sense of mirth and mischief, the smooth planes of his broad muzzle pulled
upward into a ready smile. A sharply-tailored suit has been coerced to fit his ponderous frame; the
neatly-creased shoulders of his jacket are a vividly royal blue, fading slowly down his sleeves and
torso into a rich navy. His trousers continue the ombre shading from navy into perfectly sable black
at their hems before terminating in a pair of enormous, shining black dress shoes. His jacket is
left unbuttoned over a crisp black shirt and vest, straining against his rounded gut, while a
cheerily rainbow-hued tie is knotted somewhat askew at his throat. A pocket square of the same vivid
hues peeks out at his breast, astride which a faintly-scented rose of immaculate white fondant has
been carefully affixed to his lapel.
-
As much as I appreciate the painting Esei made me of Shikari, does anyone have his description?
The air holds its breath surrounding the gargantuan feathered form of this enormous creature, aetheric energies sparking in hieroglyphs of saffron colour that guarantee He is a radiant immortal. Covering Him from head to claw is a vast field of inky black feathers, dusted along their tips with saffron dust that shimmers in light like the distant abyss of space as they cast shapes and flowing rivers before being cast into entirely new patterns with His movement. Two enormous wings are folded at His sides in place of arms, falling down to the ground before spilling out and behind Him like the train of a dress. Golden claws can be seen extending from His leathery grey, avian feet, spreading out further hieroglyphs along the surface of what it is He walks upon like oil spilling over water. Towering upwards to twelve feet in height, His head is rounded and His face distinctly owl-shaped, a viciously curved gold beak protruding from the bottom of a central ridge splitting His face in half. Wide and unblinking, His eyes are little more than voidstruck pools of absolute darkness that shimmer with swiftly-changing saffron constellations in unfathomable patterns.
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.’
She is a radiant immortal and possessed of an otherworldly sophistication and grace in Her posture and movements. She contemplates the world about Her with stormy, sea-green eyes set above a rounded nose and dark green lips. Kelp-brown hair has been gathered in elaborate braids about Her head while the rest has been left to tumble till Her lower back in a thick, luxurious river of silken threads. Her soft skin is a vibrant blue, a stark reminder of the deep, tumultuous sea, and glistens with the mist that embraces her refined physique.
Wearing:
Wearing the ceremonial armour of the Praetorians, Hamos stands here with a silent and controlled demeanour. His two composite eyes are a stark, brilliant blue, their many surfaces each of a slightly different hue. His dark grey-blue chitin is decorated with purple stripes and the occasional tattoo commemorating heroic deeds done in his service to Elohora's priests. He wields a ceremonial, yet effective shortsword in one hand and a large shield bearing the crest of the Ecclesiarchy in the other.
You administer a dose of zimoru reagent to a pollen dusted seal with ethereal wings of dancing light. A golden
glow surrounds her which shimmers and you watch in amazement as she transforms into a sugar dusted seal with
wings of swirling glitter.
An undeniable air of majesty manages to fall from the somewhat crooked face of this enormous seal, her whiskered
face always turned up into a goofy smile. Wide eyes gaze endearingly at her surroundings, somehow filled with
curiosity and also appearing to be entirely vacant. The sounds of whispered words dance around her sugar dusted
body, drawing the eye and giving her a decidedly supernatural appearance. Along her cushy torso, wings of
swirling glitter occasionally give a mad wave as though clapping them together. A long tail trails behind her
enormous girth, swishing back and forth idly. A multicoloured mark in the shape of the Twin Crystals
constellation sparkles clearly against her rump.
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!