I love the new Divine Blessing. Thank you @Maylea!
As your blood freezes to solid ice, you die instantly. You have been slain by Minkahmet. You come back into focus as the blur illusion vanishes. As Minkahmet takes your life, you feel the arms of your Goddess Maylea cradling you. In a swirl of colours, you move away from the place of your death.
At a crossroads. You stand amidst a thick, almost impassable forest, towered over by the looming shadows of countless trees. The fading light of dusk spills unperturbed through the canopy, sending dappled patterns onto the ground below, which is covered in a low-lying carpet of delicate flowers. Running through the forest are several paths made of little more than dirt tracks where the trees break. Each of these paths extends off into the distance, extending so far that they seem to blur and become one with the horizon, their destinations impossible to discern. You see a single exit leading out.
You hear a soft song, as if of crooning, and you feel rocked in arms so gentle that you cannot move a muscle.
Colours blossom in your vision: a dot of red; a splash of green; soft, fragrant rivulets of yellow; indeed, every hue that you had imagined or could imagine, speeding towards the future.
At your ears, the sound of rustling trees bend to a light breeze, which breeze, so cool and refreshing, touches upon your body, your own body, that blossoms as if out of nothingness.
You are aware of a soft touch of Divine fingers on your arm, and a light kiss upon your forehead, with the whisper, "Walk well, little one," before you are deposited on your feet at a crossroads.
Yet another reason I want @Weiwae to come back T_T Due to His role being vacant, we don't have any of the new Divine lines in place.
Never put passion before principle. Even if you win, you lose.
If olive oil comes from olives, where does baby oil come from?
If vegetarians eat vegetables, what do humanitarians eat?
I really enjoyed myself during the great hunt. I couldn't quite keep up at the end, but it was still an enjoyable experience, and I made some gold off of Kephera, so it was a good day.
I really enjoyed myself during the great hunt. I couldn't quite keep up at the end, but it was still an enjoyable experience, and I made some gold off of Kephera, so it was a good day.
Echoing this too! Thanks so much to the admin for running it!
It was timed perfectly for pushing me through the last level of Titan, which I'm sure I would have dragged out over weeks without the extra incentive. So pretty darn chuffed with the event.
I'm also blown away by some of the final scores in both tiers - knowing how much time it takes, having so many of those high scores is hugely impressive!
Competing at the demi tier is very different from competing at the middle tier. But it certainly was an experience - shattered so many of my own previous records at once.
Huge raves for the @Daraius - led aetherhunts! Thank you for hosting so many of them recently!
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."
Lost within the depths of the woods beyond its warped and rotted doors, this once glorious chapel has fallen to wrack and ruin. Stained glass litters the floor, gnarled and bare tree branches punched through the windows it once occupied like fists of a vengeful, skeletal creature. Pews are riddled with termites, mould, mildew, and the remnants of vermin nests, their velvet cushions little more than tatters. The floorboards where the pulpit should be have caved in, a dark pit stretching far below.
The cool night-time breeze shivers in the arid caress of the streets of the capital city, brushing the earthen taste of dust across your lips.
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A blessed silence falls upon the city for the moment, most activity confined to the towers and the theatre due to the snowy weather.
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Pinprick points of light twinkle in the deep black overhead, their brightness full of a cold, hungering malice.
The opening ceremony for the Festival of Light was really beautiful and I'd like to extend a special thanks to @Gabe and @Carakhan for all of their hard work!
The opening ceremony for the Festival of Light was really beautiful and I'd like to extend a special thanks to @Gabe and @Carakhan for all of their hard work!
Thank you so much, and especially to @c@Carakhan for everything she did. It was above and beyond. I hope everyone enjoyed that first part, I've never run one before or seen one! I am glad you enjoyed
"Oh yeah, you're a naughty mayor, aren't you? Misfile that Form MA631-D. Comptroller Shevat's got a nice gemstone disc for you, but yer gonna have to beg for it."
I really love the new newbie intro from start to finish. I haven't tried it before... and wow.
I've only tried one side of the pool quests so far, but I'm just in awe of the clever touches! It is delightfully immersive and a wonderfully interactive way to experience the histories. Love your work, unnamed builders and coders!
Thanks for the event, I really enjoyed trying to puzzle things out and discussing theories. Now I've got a fuller view I'll have to go back and pick through to spot the bits I misunderstood.
A large rave to all of Gaudiguch for hanging in there with me through the past two (I think? I think so!) months as this event has unfolded. I've seen a lot of excitement and complex, in-character arguments, thoughts, and decisions regarding the entire affair. You all did very well, and I'm looking forward to giving you more and more as I get settled in.
Oh, and congratulations on no one dying! I fully expected the jackal-storm to need to eat more people.
The Necklaces we had made for the Serenwilde Festival. So much love for them and those who made them!
You reach out and touch a vine-woven bone necklace.
You become aware of a proud ethereal stag standing beside you, his eyes flashing with rage. In a moment, he leaps past you, antlered head lowered to gore into an indistinct figure, ravaging its form until blood pours out from the gaping wounds, watering the ground all around you.
You reach out and touch a vine-woven bone necklace.
A bellow resounds besides your ear. The air trembles with the sound of heavy hooves. Before long, a stampede of bulls emerges in translucent outlines from behind you, leaping over your head and trampling over all in their ghostly path: bones snapping, stones crumbling, branches snapping, until all that remains is an emerald dust swirling in the distance.
You reach out and touch a vine-woven bone necklace.
Rising from nothingness, a bent crone comes into view beside you. Her form is darkness itself, but she is limned in moonlight, and her silvery strands of hair flicker as if blown by a cold wind. She laughs, the sound low and piercing, like winter in your heart.
You remove a vine-woven bone necklace.
As you pull a vine-woven bone necklace away from you, the sharp bone shards cling to you, their piercing points digging into your flesh and drawing sacrificial droplets of blood. The blood falls to your feet, where it splashes like vivid red raindrops, and briefly, small seedlings sprout from their presence, flickering with motes of scarlet light before fading into the sharp, pungent odour of life spilled.
You slip into a vine-woven bone necklace.
As a vine-woven bone necklace settles upon you, a sudden fierce wildness takes seed at your core, snarling outwards until the necklace itself bursts into a whirl of emerald shimmering, and the roar of thousands of leaves rustling upon creaking trees resounds about you, issuing from your very bones, before slowly subsiding into the quiet of a forest after storm.
You extend a hand towards a vine-woven bone necklace, ethereal blue flames flaring to life on your fingertips and drifting towards it as you proclaim, "Basala'oren Seren!"
Flames rise up upon the necklace, outlining the sharp bone shards and intricate knotwork of vines with soft blue and moonlit silver. Within the tongues of fire that shine and yet not consume, a multitude of spirits dance and flicker, some fierce and warlike, others ancient and wise, yet others beauteous beyond compare. All of their forms blend and link together into rings, circles, unifying into one hart-like flame that rises and tosses its silvery, antlered head before fading, and all you see is bones shards, clinking upon a vine-woven necklace.
Now Shulamit will design a lot of things, even things a Mysrai might not want, and just shower the Shofet with gifts because that is what Shulamit knows how to do. Usually.
And get a figurine up to 500,000 esteem to offer!
And maybe even become shiny some day! :O
Edit - Because I had forgotten Them is not the right way to refer to Mysrai anymore.
Bookbinder by trade! Designer of most other things.
Edit - Because I had forgotten Them is not the right way to refer to Mysrai anymore.
A small note of clarification: They/Them is entirely correct! The confusion with the new Aspect, and 'Lord, Lady, and Neither', can be attributed to correcting people for using He/She to refer to Them. The Shofet is neither.
When in doubt, feel free to mirror whatever pronouns my description (written, not mechanical - I can't control the 'He is wearing') uses, or ask the new Priest. I will never be upset to clarify.
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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!
If olive oil comes from olives, where does baby oil come from?
If vegetarians eat vegetables, what do humanitarians eat?
Is this the year for Sword-Chucks?
@Esoneyuna ?
It was timed perfectly for pushing me through the last level of Titan, which I'm sure I would have dragged out over weeks without the extra incentive. So pretty darn chuffed with the event.
I'm also blown away by some of the final scores in both tiers - knowing how much time it takes, having so many of those high scores is hugely impressive!
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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."
Estarra the Eternal says, "Give Shevat the floor please."
An abandoned and forgotten chapel.
theatre due to the snowy weather.
hungering malice.
Love this change. Was it stealth or did I miss something? Either way, love it.
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!
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!
I've only tried one side of the pool quests so far, but I'm just in awe of the clever touches! It is delightfully immersive and a wonderfully interactive way to experience the histories. Love your work, unnamed builders and coders!
And will try and tidy up a log to post tomorrow
Oh, and congratulations on no one dying! I fully expected the jackal-storm to need to eat more people.
You reach out and touch a vine-woven bone necklace.
You become aware of a proud ethereal stag standing beside you, his eyes flashing with rage. In a moment, he leaps past you, antlered head lowered to gore into an indistinct figure, ravaging its form until blood pours out from the gaping wounds, watering the ground all around you.
You reach out and touch a vine-woven bone necklace.
A bellow resounds besides your ear. The air trembles with the sound of heavy hooves. Before long, a stampede of bulls emerges in translucent outlines from behind you, leaping over your head and trampling over all in their ghostly path: bones snapping, stones crumbling, branches snapping, until all that remains is an emerald dust swirling in the distance.
You reach out and touch a vine-woven bone necklace.
Rising from nothingness, a bent crone comes into view beside you. Her form is darkness itself, but she is limned in moonlight, and her silvery strands of hair flicker as if blown by a cold wind. She laughs, the sound low and piercing, like winter in your heart.
You remove a vine-woven bone necklace.
As you pull a vine-woven bone necklace away from you, the sharp bone shards cling to you, their piercing points digging into your flesh and drawing sacrificial droplets of blood. The blood falls to your feet, where it splashes like vivid red raindrops, and briefly, small seedlings sprout from their presence, flickering with motes of scarlet light before fading into the sharp, pungent odour of life spilled.
You slip into a vine-woven bone necklace.
As a vine-woven bone necklace settles upon you, a sudden fierce wildness takes seed at your core, snarling outwards until the necklace itself bursts into a whirl of emerald shimmering, and the roar of thousands of leaves rustling upon creaking trees resounds about you, issuing from your very bones, before slowly subsiding into the quiet of a forest after storm.
You extend a hand towards a vine-woven bone necklace, ethereal blue flames flaring to life on your fingertips and drifting towards it as you proclaim, "Basala'oren Seren!"
Flames rise up upon the necklace, outlining the sharp bone shards and intricate knotwork of vines with soft blue and moonlit silver. Within the tongues of fire that shine and yet not consume, a multitude of spirits dance and flicker, some fierce and warlike, others ancient and wise, yet others beauteous beyond compare. All of their forms blend and link together into rings, circles, unifying into one hart-like flame that rises and tosses its silvery, antlered head before fading, and all you see is bones shards, clinking upon a vine-woven necklace.
When in doubt, feel free to mirror whatever pronouns my description (written, not mechanical - I can't control the 'He is wearing') uses, or ask the new Priest. I will never be upset to clarify.
Estarra the Eternal says, "Give Shevat the floor please."
I know this one will disappoint some people, but I feel it's been long overdue. Thanks.