Lief said:Alexandria said:I first saw the new Czixi one on @Merlose and was immediately jealous as I had no idea what it was. Then I eventually looked at myself and went, OH.Lief said:A lush fragrance dances about her as she stands awash in the wild, prismatic colours of a truefavour from Maylea, Bloom of Serenity.New favor flavor text for Maylea!
Threadlike skeins of mist envelop her form, flowing out from her body as a vaporous cloak.
The new offering text we got was awesome too.
Mist coils from the Prized Brazier of Diligent Obeisance as you hold your offering high, watching it dissolve into wisps of vapour. They skitter nebulously through your fingers, the essence flickering from existence as it surges forth to empower Czixi, the Welkin.
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We have an offering message now, too!As you lift up the Superior Brazier of Divine Revels, small seedlings begin to sprout from all surfaces, bursting into a small garden of tiny, radiant, many-hued flowers that stretch skywards in joy. Within seconds, all perishable material has decayed into dust, and the blossoms lose their colourful petals, only to ripen into sprays of bright fruit that glitter in offering to Maylea, Bloom of Serenity.
I love these changes! I want to see the messages all of the gods are coming up with!
Gotta be honest, this gif is basically me everytime I get some Order-related RP.Ushaara said:Alexandria said:Clearly audible above the murmurs and applause of those gathered, the sound of clapping can be heard from the side. Slow, measured, tinged with steel and gaining in volume with each clap."How... very... touching," a lilting, smoky voice enunciates and the clapping stops.A velvety indigo fog roils through the crystal wards of Hallifax. The fog carries a soft, intoxicating scent that promises dark triumphs and pleasures alike as a presence manifests somewhere within the city.Essence still dripping idly from Her palms, Czixi hovers perfectly still, Her eyes fading to pure grey as they lock on the mist before Her. With a curl of Her lips, Her face transforms into an ugly snarl.The cinerous mists about the gardens stir and bleed to a vivid indigo hue in the vicinity of the voice, dispersing slowly to reveal the radiant figure of Drocilla leaning languidly against the air itself. Her hands are gathered before Her, armoured hand frozen mid-clap upon the other palm.
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Man do I stan @Drocilla content!
(also congrats!)