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Re: Nexus Explanations of Orgs
Tried kinda ended up here? Still not happy though.Jolanthe said:Serenwilde feels harder to grapple with, honestly. Hmm.
Mother Moon and the White Hart guide those who live within the shelter of Serenwilde, the First Forest. Seeing the wounds inflicted on the natural world, the Shelterfolk work tirelessly to heal and protect it at all costs. The sacred dead, spirits of nature, and even the land itself rise to fight alongside the folk. Brutal, Benevolent, Serene, Wild, the folk are an eclectic group that embrace and reflect the many aspects of nature.
I think the wall I hit is there's stuff to hit which is like... important but also word counts. Would maybe be easier if guilds were still in character creation because they provide more info.
Saran
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Re: Thanks for the RP (Version 1.0 Alpha)
So happy it worked out! Just the right amount of silliness and seriousness. I'll look into the next one soon if there's more interest!Coraline said:I 100% agree! This was one of the most fun things I've had in game for a while. Also raves to @Faythe , @Jolanthe, @Elexia, @Lief , @Zitto, and @Tyrus for being such excellent company! 10/10 would love to have game nights every weekLief said:@Faythe's game nights are something I would gladly stay up past midnight for again and again.
Faythe
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Re: Nexus Explanations of Orgs
How About:
Gaudiguch (The City of Freedom)
Those who embrace the call of freedom and mystery claim the desert city of Gaudiguch as home. Championing individuality, the citizenry encourage a personal exploration of self-perceived reality, especially through celebration and excess. Those living in Gaudiguch uphold the teachings of both fleshcraft and pyromancy, though all are welcome should they follow the One Law.Serenwilde feels harder to grapple with, honestly. Hmm.
Jolanthe
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Re: QUOTES 8: THE QUOTING
Nightmarish Lady Vella d'Vanecu, Vidamesse Rasant is here. She wields a bloody symbol of pain in her left hand and a sketch of a painting of a figurine of a statue of the fossilised remains of Vella in her right hand.
Uzriel
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Re: Afrit and Nepenthe get mawwied
Then there was copious congratulations and chatter and socializing and exchanging of gifts and I don't really feel like sorting through it to make it readable, but I must show off all the amazing design work Tonatiuh and Afrit and Crumkane did.
Tonatiuh's beautiful contributions-
The cup we mixed the Mysraian Kool-Aid in:
a graceful rhyton cup edged in ivory filigree
Tonatiuh's beautiful contributions-
The cup we mixed the Mysraian Kool-Aid in:
a graceful rhyton cup edged in ivory filigree
A gracefully curved rhyton cup lies here, carved from mottled agate to expose a brilliant seam of iridescent opal. Gracefully curved with a wide-brimmed rim flowing into a gentle right-angled bend, this rhyton cup has been carved from solid stone rather than adapted from any naturally hollow horn. A rich seam of iridescent opal in a mottled agate matrix was chosen with an eye for rare beauty and polished to perfection, the delicate work exposing an amazing play of spectral colour across the majority of the curved surface any time the cup is moved or tilted to catch the light. Tendrils of pinfire opal brilliance spread out towards the rim and tip like sparks cast from the tips of flames, each point further enhanced by a subtle but unmistakable glow. A band of ivory filigree marks the rim itself, carved with a delightfully stylized pattern of draconic and canid figures dancing and gamboling with carefree abandon. The tip itself is also sheathed in smoothly polished ivory, but here the detailed filigree is a riot of intricate flowers that comes together to form a beautifully stylized flame.
The scraps of silk Aschwar used to bind our hands to the cup:
an opalescent armband of flame-kissed silk
An opulent silken armband flashes with hints of flame-kissed opalescence.
The scraps of silk Aschwar used to bind our hands to the cup:
an opalescent armband of flame-kissed silk
An opulent silken armband flashes with hints of flame-kissed opalescence.
A luxuriously soft and incredibly smooth length of silk forms an opulent armband with delightful hints of flame-kissed opalescence rippling throughout the dazzling fabric. The stunning silk is woven through with tiny seed pearls and even smaller diamonds, each imbued with light and fire essence to reveal subtle but incredibly complex flashes of rolling warmth and delicate pin-point brilliance. Composed through several loops tied off with an elegantly casual knot, the silken armband can adjust to a limb both large or small, making adjustments simple. Spliced into the remaining swirls of opalescent silk is a collection of good luck amulets, the most prominent being a rather racy and lustful cluster of fertility charms worked in exquisite tawny gold filigree. A single lattice-worked soapstone moth clinks against them, cradling fragrant resins that scent the air with exotic perfumes, and a handful of tiny indigo suns and saffron stars completes the eclectically chosen set.
Shoutouts to Afrit for the suits, even though he forgot a hole in Nep's for his tail.
Shoutouts to Afrit for the suits, even though he forgot a hole in Nep's for his tail.
a massive wedding suit with amethyst accents
A large suit has been left here in an unruly pile.
Clearly cut for an especially corpulent form, this wedding suit promises plenty of space for even the most decadent of individuals. The jacket is sewn from black cloth of a high quality and is stretchy enough to accommodate a full range of movements, despite its formal air. A smooth silk handkerchief has been artfully assembled into the front pocket of the jacket, dyed a rich aubergine hue. A silk vest follows underneath the suit jacket, showcasing a lighter shade of purple, gentle yet regal. Each of the black wooden buttons on the vest features a small amethyst in the middle, which twinkles in the light with violet charm. A plain white linen shirt completes the ensemble, simple and elegant. Upon the wrists, some square-cut amethysts have once again been applied to the cuffs, and the collar and coattails of the jacket feature crushed amethyst accents, which trail both up and down the suit in vague swirling patterns. While wide at the waist, the black suit pants below have been tailored to the form of the wearer, accentuating all of the assets therein. A strategic cut near the seat of the trousers allows for a tail to be slipped through discreetly as needed.
a stylish wedding suit of tourmaline charm
A small formal suit has been casually abandoned here.
Sewn with a tight and narrow fit, this ensemble of clothing conforms to the wearer's body handsomely. Cut from a charcoal-hued fabric, the suit jacket contours along the arms and the torso with subtle flair, as evidenced by the dual vents in the back and the slightly flared lapels in the front. A pleasantly pastel orange handkerchief has been tucked into the front suit pocket in a semicircle, in imitation of a miniature sunrise. A silk vest in a more peachy hue hugs the torso snugly, complete with sultry rose gold buttons. Arranged underneath the vest is a simple shirt of black linen, a breezy and thin barrier between body and suit. Sewn into the collar with painstaking precision is a collection of oval-cut tourmalines, which present a whimsical, charming and sunny brightness. Tourmalines in a rounded triangle shape adorn the cuffs of the shirt, accentuating the wrists of the wearer. The suit pants are of a similar black cloth as the suit jacket, flattering a slim figure. Tiny orange gemstones have been sewn into needlepoint patterns depicting abstract swirls, starting from the end of the pant leg and climbing to the knee in a carefree way.
Afrit's wedding ring for Nep
a wedding armor ring of rose gold and garnet
Afrit's wedding ring for Nep
a wedding armor ring of rose gold and garnet
Fashioned with painstaking precision and a complete disregard for subtlety, this rose gold armor ring caresses the finger of its wearer with a sultry, pink shine. The interior of the ring is cleverly padded with void-black silk, allowing for a comfortable and snug fit over the digit. The armor ring itself is divided into segments, each metallic joint occurring naturally where the finger bends, allowing for a full range of motion no matter what extravagant gesture the wearer might make. The ring reaches its terminus in a dull, yet curved point, providing for a dramatic flair in its own right. Three slim garnets have been set upon each segment of the wedding ring, the sanguine stones scattering shards of scarlet hues when struck by light. Etched upon the armor ring is an interlocking pattern of round scales with pointed tips, reminiscent of something draconic.
And mine for Afrit, why not?
And mine for Afrit, why not?
a mottled wedding band of chocolate chalcedony
Silk-smooth and uncommonly large, this handsome wedding band takes the shape of a wide cylinder meant to embrace the phalanx of a meaty ring finger between the first and second knuckles. Formed entirely from speckled brown agate, the ring boasts streaks of kafe and caramel coloring that cavort among swathes of chocolate and butterscotch hues, like a splatter painting in earthen tones composed on a toroid silicate canvas. The translucent chalcedony base bears myriad bursts of white and black impurities, monochromatic flecks and splotches that lend the ring a wildly mottled patterning. The piece lacks the embellishment of any precious metal or gem, and features no elaborate etching or cutouts, yet each rounded edge, perfect curve, and polished surface speaks to the care and affection of its design.
Mustn't forget Tantus's amazing suit and cake!
Tantus:
Mustn't forget Tantus's amazing suit and cake!
Tantus:
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.
A sparkling circlet of sugar crystals dances about his head, marking the truefavour of Crumkane,
Lord of Epicurean Delights.
With a sudden, dramatic flourish, the curtain atop a gilded cart whips away in a flurry of crimson fabric, revealing a dizzyingly tall chocolate-kafe wedding cake of innumerable tiers that stretches upward to shadow the surrounding gathering, strangely occupying more space than it only recently had.
This enormous cake towers to an absurd degree, scarcely held by the cart upon which it has been provided. Countless tiers of decreasing size have been coated with a smooth, silky frosting of a tawny hue, upon which masses of expertly-curled chocolate have been pressed. Interspersed between this altogether sweet mosaic are small, chocolate-covered kafe beans and spherical, hazelnut-studded bonbons. An overpoweringly enticing aroma exudes from this extravagant display of luxurious indulgence, tempting in its promise. At the pinnacle of the cake, certainly too far above to be seen with any measure of clarity, two small figurines stand vigil, hands clasped between them.
It weighs 10 ounce(s).
It bears the distinctive mark of Tantus Stickypaw.
You deftly carve an enormous slice from a towering, resplendent chocolate-kafe wedding cake studded with gleaming confections, barely tipping it onto a dessert plate.
Taking up a dessert fork that is almost comically small next to the enormous confection you are about to consume, you carefully slice a perfect bite of cake from the larger portion on your plate, a generous amount of tawny-hued kafe frosting coating the lightly-springy vanilla sponge within. Popping it into your mouth, you stifle a groan of delight as the flavours of dark, toasted, nearly bitter kafe mingle with the smooth sweetness of the buttercream and the fresh brightness of the vanilla sponge. Returning the fork to the plate for a bite of the edge, you are treated to innumerable curls of perfectly-tempered chocolate snapping brightly against your tongue before yielding to a smooth, melting note of unctuous flavour that threatens to overcome the luscious frosting layered thickly upon the cake. A further bite offers a surprising crunch, a chocolate-covered kafe bean cracking into bittersweet shards before being tamed once more by the soft pastry in which it resides. Forgoing the fork entirely, you stealthily turn away from your compatriots and devour the remaining cake with nothing more than brutal efficiency and your own hands, at length popping the final hazelnut-studded bonbon into your mouth with a flourish and licking your fingers clean.
Whew, did I forget anything?
Whew, did I forget anything?
Nepenthe
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Re: Thanks for the RP (Version 1.0 Alpha)
I 100% agree! This was one of the most fun things I've had in game for a while. Also raves to @Faythe , @Jolanthe, @Elexia, @Lief , @Zitto, and @Tyrus for being such excellent company! 10/10 would love to have game nights every weekLief said:@Faythe's game nights are something I would gladly stay up past midnight for again and again.
Coraline
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Re: Thanks for the RP (Version 1.0 Alpha)
@Faythe's game nights are something I would gladly stay up past midnight for again and again.
Lief
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Re: QUOTES 8: THE QUOTING
Lord @Zitto Shevat, a Servant Renewed says, "I am ready. Come at me, then."
Zitto pantomimes raising a dueler's blade.
Zitto pantomimes raising a dueler's blade.
Faythe
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Re: QUOTES 8: THE QUOTING
My favourite drunk:
Millien stands up and stretches her arms out wide.
Millien sits herself down on a fluid crimson chaise couch and makes herself comfortable.
In a noticeable Southlands accent, Millien Myeras says, "Ok. EverytHin' ain't as blurry now.."
Millien sways drunkenly and falls to the ground in an undignified heap.
Millien tumbles off of a fluid crimson chaise couch.
In a noticeable Southlands accent, Millien Myeras says, "..Dammit."
Millien stands up and stretches her arms out wide.
Millien sits herself down on a fluid crimson chaise couch and makes herself comfortable.
In a noticeable Southlands accent, Millien Myeras says, "Ok. EverytHin' ain't as blurry now.."
Millien sways drunkenly and falls to the ground in an undignified heap.
Millien tumbles off of a fluid crimson chaise couch.
In a noticeable Southlands accent, Millien Myeras says, "..Dammit."
Eritheyl
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