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I searched and didn't see a thread, so I figured I'd start a new one, just in case anyone wants them for artisanals/bardics/designs/yaddayadda. This also means that I am opening up all of my old text files to add any that I have saved here!
Spectral quartet that was at the showing of The Good Daughter (and the Bloodfaire, I've heard.)
Room desc: The spectral effigies of an unearthly quartet can be made out as they undulate with an aurora of ghoulish hues.
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Immaterial effigies of a quartet hang in the air, spectral instruments in hand. Their attire can scarcely be made out except to say with certainty there is an air of sophistication to it. A ghoulish aurora makes up their bodies, shifting from one eerie hue to the next - jades, sickly greens, a smattering of grey, and a touch of incandescent violet.
It weighs 10 ounce(s).
It has the following aliases: quartet.
Spectral quartet that was at the showing of The Good Daughter (and the Bloodfaire, I've heard.)
Room desc: The spectral effigies of an unearthly quartet can be made out as they undulate with an aurora of ghoulish hues.
p quartet
Immaterial effigies of a quartet hang in the air, spectral instruments in hand. Their attire can scarcely be made out except to say with certainty there is an air of sophistication to it. A ghoulish aurora makes up their bodies, shifting from one eerie hue to the next - jades, sickly greens, a smattering of grey, and a touch of incandescent violet.
It weighs 10 ounce(s).
It has the following aliases: quartet.
Flames erupt from the caldera below as a distorted voice echoes, "Their spirit must be broken if they wish to be reborn as true warriors."
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"azbir187802" Azbir Farric, the Living Armour King
Glowing orbs of pure darkness glare out from behind the horned helm of this imposing figure, dark, stygian energy leaking from each as his gaze sears about the area. Brought to life by an unknown source of power, this once dwarven king stands taller than your average dwarf, his colossal body covered with blackened armour, his massive shoulders covered with piercing spikes which support thick arms that wield twin serrated klangaxes.
Azbir Farric, the Living Armour King does not even register your presence as a threat.
He weighs about 225 pounds.
You cannot see what Azbir Farric, the Living Armour King is holding.
A feminine and elegant being, the Star Deva is the spirit of the Star of Celest, her radiant and blessed form as pure and constant as the light of the star high above the seaside city. Pale and incandescent starlight has been used to form her body, the vague impression a feminine form the only features she bears, aside from two radiant and piercing azure eyes, the watery irises surrounding pupils of brilliant gold. Her lithe arms and naked form are swathed in a great shawl spun of fluid darkness, rippling liquidly about her limbs and torso as it billows upon an unseen, cosmic breeze. A vast array of starlit pinpricks dance across the liquid darkness, constantly changing and shifting with the shawl's movement, the night time sky flowing elegantly about her in an endless flow, the shawl itself appearing to have no beginning nor end, flowing and rippling in eternal currents that lazily pour down her form in long ribbons, pooling and slowly churning about her, holding her aloft. From her back arches the only constant, definable portion of her form, two sets of angelic wings of the purest alabaster feathers, their tips brushed with the softest of light blues, one pair reaching from her shoulder blades, another farther down from her back, themselves free of her swirling shroud of starry darkness. In a radiant cascade of light, long strands of hair pour down her back - an
empyreal fall of liquid starlight when viewed from afar, yet, up close, each strand bears a pink, white, topaz and cobalt hue, blending together to loose a celestial glow.
Altaira, the Star Deva almost glows with nearly god-like power.
She is strangely weightless.
You cannot see what Altaira, the Star Deva is holding.
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. She is wearing a flowing ivory gown, a crown of gold and coral and an effulgent string of freshwater pearls.
He is a radiant immortal and stands with his head held high. Long locks of obsidian hair flow over his broad back, contrasting with his lightly tanned skin. He carries himself with an air of self-confidence as though you can physically sense that he holds himself in higher regard than anything else. A chaos butterfly is resting on His shoulder. He is completely naked.
He is a radiant immortal and a flickering aura of cerulean flames glimmer about His presence. His gaunt form stands taller than most mortals, unbowed by the ethereal raiment adorning His frame. Eyes of blue steel send a piercing gaze from a countenance that has a quality of calmness that shrouds what truly crosses His mind. A circlet holds back jet black hair which falls weightless to his shoulders. Hanging about His form is the scent of newly charged air after a lightning strike. He is wearing ethereal robes of coruscating twilight, a circlet of beaten silver.
A slender rectangular prism of a dark metal alloy forms the composition of this bizarre contraption. Thin sheets of the alloy have been pounded together to form the sides, nearly invisible seams further joined together by minute bolts that gleam brightly in comparison to the remainder of the contraption. Thin, tensile bands of a lighter alloy crisscross atop the device's face, forming an intricate grid that protects the doubtless delicate inner workings of the squawkbox. Upon the lower side of the piece, a small hemisphere of perfectly clear crystal has been inlaid, glowing with a very faint viridescent hue.
Long, pure white fur covers the petite form of a young kitten. A unique blend crimson and light reds flow randomly across the fur in swirling patterns. Her underbelly is covered in a very pale pink fur that curves up into a heart-shape across her chest. A light, thin pink band of fur encircles all four of her paws. At the end of her long tail, her fur blends from white into pink and then into a variety of shades of red. Various gleaming diamonds and rubies have been entwined into the fur
itself, making her tail glitter each times it moves. Her face is covered in a shorter pure white fur with just a single streak of red over one eye. Her eyes are large and bright pink. Two white-furred ears twitch upon her head. When she meows, tiny fangs can be seen, each gleaming white.
Milla the Peppermint Kitten is a humble-looking creature.
She weighs about 7 pounds.
She is loyal to Vermilla.
You cannot see what Milla the Peppermint Kitten is holding.
She is a radiant immortal and is breathtaking to behold, radiating a painfully sublime and gentle beauty that inexplicably drains the vibrancy and colour from all else in the room. Shimmering with an eerie effulgence, Her almond-shaped eyes are a cruel, sharp lavender; sculpted with grey and violent shadows, they draw the onlooker with their mystical allure. Her tawny skin is creamy and flawless - the visage of utter beauty, elegance and perfection - and Her high cheekbones are touched by the gentle shade of a rose. The glossy scarlet red of Her lips stands out against these soft hues with a generous fullness that makes them deliriously tempting. Every subtle movement of Her perfectly poised figure exudes a raw confidence that dominates Her surroundings, Her superlatively shaped jawline held with regal posture. Intoxicating and addictive, an entrancing scent drifts in Her wake like a cloak of perfumed silk. She is wearing a pair of knuckle rings, each bearing a dangerous talon that extends past Her fingertips, a tenebrous necklace of black nacre coins, a bewitching gown of lambent gold beading and coruscating darkness and a twinkling sapphire cuff bracelet.
Her silken hair, a hundred shades of burnished gold, is pinned like a crown of molten gold atop a visage of utter perfection. The thick, detailed braids wrap about the head with nary a disobedient wisp in a polished updo that wreathes Her face in a smouldering halo.