Viravain, Lady of the Thorns shouts, "And You would seize Me? Fool! I am the Glomdoring! I am the Wyrd, and beneath the cloak of Night, the shadows of the Silent stir!"
Everiine said: The reason population is low isn't because there are too many orgs. It's because so many facets of the game are outright broken and protected by those who benefit from it being that way. An overabundance of gimmicks (including game-breaking ones), artifacts that destroy any concept of balance, blatant pay-to-win features, and an obsession with convenience that makes few things actually worthwhile all contribute to the game's sad decline.
Not sure if anyone is looking for them but I have descriptions for Roark, Raezon, and Terentia (from after She came back after the last incident when she left... it's dated July 2013)
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Roark:
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.
Raezon:
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.
Terentia: *fanboy scream*
She is a radiant immortal and exudes a sense of austerity in spite of a diminutive, haggard frame. Her coral blue hair is in matted disarray, torn loose from remnants of a braid. Messy tangles, caked with dirt and blackened blood, frame an angular, hollow face from which icy green eyes scan the area at full alert. Bruises and claw marks erupt across half of Her face and neck. Lithe muscles ripple beneath the armour but they too bear evidence of the battle - left forearm is near shredded, holding on by threads, while rents, dents, and sizzling, viscous ooze of alien origin mars and sears upon the remaining limbs. Her feet are bare with only a loop of beige leather coiling about one ankle as reminder of sandals previously worn. She is wearing a tattered and burnt cloak, 2 shining silver scabbards, a blackened skirt of scalemail tassels, a glittering white necklace and an intricate breastplate of dulled white.
Viravain, Lady of the Thorns shouts, "And You would seize Me? Fool! I am the Glomdoring! I am the Wyrd, and beneath the cloak of Night, the shadows of the Silent stir!"
Diminutive in form, this small puppy has a playful demeanor. A cheerful light burns in his sapphire eyes as he hops back and forth on his short chubby legs, half-jumping from his forelegs while keeping his hind firm against the ground. Across his neck is a silvery chain, at the end of which blossoms a black rose entwined in emerald vines. Silky hair covers the folds of flesh that give his face its wrinkled expression, his light pink tongue lolling across his shiny white puppy teeth as he pants and glances about for attention. His floppy ears sway back and forth as he moves, small tufts of white fur mixed in with the dark colouring of his coat. At the fore of his chest is a patch of brilliant white fur, shaped like a brilliant white star against the dark night sky. He is called 'Arko.'
I also wanted to show off my customized eagle because I'm actually rather pleased with her. (even though looking back some of the grammar seems wrong now and I doubt the admins would correct it for free)
Xyanth, Aeral's eagle.
Room: Spreading great, glowing snowy wings, an eagle glances around here with curiosity.
With an expansive wingspan, this massive eagle is a proud creature. Commanding authority with its regal disposition, Xyanth, at first glance, appears to be a perfectly disciplined female. Upon closer examination, it becomes apparent that this bird is just as carefree as its owner, the occasional ruffled feather the result of satisfied curiosity. Shimmering softly with celestial light, Xyanth's feathers are milky white in color and exhibit a faint aquamarine hue when the light strikes them at the proper angle, the very tips of its tail and wing feathers an icy blue. Its azure eyes swirl magically with streaks of magenta as they dart energetically with astute awareness. She is called 'Xyanth.'
Thick red mists swathe an altar of polished black marble, swirling rhythmically to the distant throb of a waltz.
Within a wet cloud of swirling crimson vapour stands a polished cube of black marble. As the scarlet miasma touches it, a ruddy, blood-like fluid condenses and smears slowly downwards, before congealing and becoming entirely absorbed into the surface of the stone. The burnished sides of the shrine reflect a hideously distorted view of its surroundings, and deep beneath the surface, shadowy figures can be discerned, dancing in ghastly agony to the step of an endless waltz. With each measured beat, the crimson mists shift in sympathy, spattering the altar with a shower of blood, and the stone throbs darkly as it drinks it in.
He is a radiant immortal and the air around Him positively sings with an all encompassing warmth. Arching gracefully from His shoulder blades are brilliant wings that veritably glow with lustrous hues, the feathers light gold where they meet skin, fading into pastel shades of yellow, before ultimately shifting into argent white at the utmost tips. His striking visage is that of a young man having recently grown out of adolescence, leaving Him leanly muscled and long of limb. He is possessed of a pale, creamy complexion lined only amidst expressions of amusement, leaving him ageless and in the end, all the more innocent for it. His sapphire gaze is enigmatic, set beneath thick blond brows and is deceptively open, piercing and brutal at the same time as it is most tender. A silken mop of platinum blond hair crowns His head, the brilliant locks framing the fair cast of His face with unruly shocks and soft highlights of gold as they fall to the middle of His bare back. He is wearing a flowing white loincloth of empyreal silk, golden chakram bracelets about His wrists and ankles, and a wide golden collar set with rubies.
Does anyone have Lyreth's description somewhere? And Auguste.
Auguste is still in Valtreth's realm. (Lyreth's old realm)
Everiine said: The reason population is low isn't because there are too many orgs. It's because so many facets of the game are outright broken and protected by those who benefit from it being that way. An overabundance of gimmicks (including game-breaking ones), artifacts that destroy any concept of balance, blatant pay-to-win features, and an obsession with convenience that makes few things actually worthwhile all contribute to the game's sad decline.
Can you please share the descs for the Domoth artifacts? (i.e.Feather Diadem of Elusive Beauty, Sanguinal Orb of Something, the Splintered Bough of Nature(?))
"A single length of unblemished, gleaming silver makes up this sceptre. Icy to the touch, faint blue tinged flames play slowly across its surface in a faint azure corona. Upon one end, a complex pattern of silver and golden ribbons surmounts the argent rod, constituting a warped geometric shape which defies logic and sense, a representation of a truth beyond mortal understanding. A hazy, crackling blur clings about its end, as though the reality it touches is forced to adapt to its strangeness."
Viravain, Lady of the Thorns shouts, "And You would seize Me? Fool! I am the Glomdoring! I am the Wyrd, and beneath the cloak of Night, the shadows of the Silent stir!"
Coruscating azure light radiates from a floating silver orb.
Bathed in a soft blue glow, this orb is composed from a translucent silvery metal. It is freezing to the touch, but malleable, and shifting symbols and diagrams fade and form constantly upon its glassy surface. Within, like the layers of an onion, the planes of the first world are displayed, fading into insubstantiality as you focus through them to those that lie beneath. At its heart, a smoldering sphere of darkest flame burns with an unquenchable intensity.
Viravain, Lady of the Thorns shouts, "And You would seize Me? Fool! I am the Glomdoring! I am the Wyrd, and beneath the cloak of Night, the shadows of the Silent stir!"
the Blossoming Orb of Nature Glowing a vibrant green, this orb is wrapped by an ethereal mist. Currents of pure energy fold and twist together within its depths as a sweet floral odour fills the air around it. Occasional flashes of plant life appear on the orb's surface. Delicate flowers sprout and bloom along its edges before wilting and sinking back into the orb's depths.
the Splintered Bough of Nature This bough is made up of dark, gnarled wood that vibrates with latent energies. Covered in dangerously sharp splinters that come to wicked points, the end of this large bough is tipped with a gleaming droplet of amber, which refracts light passing through it into warm oranges and raw, bloody reds. A handful of translucent emerald leaves adorn the end of the branch, glowing and shifting with various shades and shapes, casting a spray of soft rays on the surroundings.
the Platinum Sceptre of Arbitration Shining platinum, twisted in flowing, fluid lines, constitutes the shaft of this elegant sceptre, and atop it, golden calligraphy shifts endlessly across a single white sphere of ghostly alabaster. Bulbous shards of crystal have been set in the platinum of the shaft, and they pulse with a faint, enigmatic glow. A sense of cold disinterest and detached ambivalence radiates from the sceptre, and the air around it blurs in an insubstantial nimbus of frigid power.
the White Orb of Redress This large orb has been carved meticulously from mysterious, white stone. A faint white glow surrounds the orb, pulsing gently as it radiates a fierce heat. The orb is plain and smooth, free of any distinctive markings or flaws in the surface.
the Crown of Inexorable Justice This towering crown is composed from sheets of platinum mounted on a framework of heavy steel. Bearing golden inscriptions that shift and shimmer through unknown tongues, this massive crown weighs heavily upon the wearer, and exudes a cold, austere aura. A single massive diamond rests in the front and centre of the crown, blazing which a burning eye which burns with penetrative puissance and flickers with constant movement.
Viravain, Lady of the Thorns shouts, "And You would seize Me? Fool! I am the Glomdoring! I am the Wyrd, and beneath the cloak of Night, the shadows of the Silent stir!"
The air around it pulsing with vitality, the Brilliant Sceptre of Life floats upright.
The pommel of this gleaming sceptre has been fashioned of bleached coral, interlocking horns and notches fitting together perfectly, cloaked in a pulsing ambience of white light. Colourful lengths of seaweed and sea grass hang from numerous spikes, glowing with vitality. All through the small gaps open notches within the pommel are red and blue flows of liquid power, pulsing as they flow in opposite directions, the blue eternally pushing higher towards the crown. At the apex of the sceptre lies a shimmering orb of white light, its depths only penetrated by a gleaming, beating red heart.
This sceptre is composed of a circular rod of ruddy, burnished gold, surmounted with a small sphere of flawless diamond. Simply decorated, it is not a work of art, but its proportions are perfect and its bare and precise symmetry creates a sense of extraordinary elegance and appropriateness. A golden aura radiates around it, though it does not derive from within it. Instead, it is as though the very air and surroundings of the sceptre seek to match and become congruous with it.
the Radiant Orb of Balance
A sphere of cold and glassy force encases a single shard of whitest light, orbited by innumerable satellites of energy, tiny motes which swirl about the centre in complex dancing patterns of perfect symmetry. The glowing display remains in perfect equilibrium, regardless of the angle at which it is held, and the orb has a strange momentum of its own, resisting sharp movement. Calm and equanimity radiates from it, together with a powerful sense of congruity, so that everything it casts its light upon seems fitting, apt, and handsome.
Will have to wait a bit for the crown.
Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it.
the Untarnished Wreath of Nature Leafy vines have been woven together to create this ornamental headpiece. Translucent leaves of green, red and gold hang loosely from the vines, shimmering beautifully. Delicate flowers have been set amidst the entangled vines, their colours blending together in a dazzling display of vibrant tints and shades. The vines emit a glowing light, creating a shimmering, emerald halo around the wreath.
Viravain, Lady of the Thorns shouts, "And You would seize Me? Fool! I am the Glomdoring! I am the Wyrd, and beneath the cloak of Night, the shadows of the Silent stir!"
Weightless and warm, the circlet is composed of a single band of even metal. A single plain but perfect circle, the circlet is unadorned by jewels or precious metals, but glows with a thousand pin pricks of celestial light, as though the firmament itself was contained within. Though unbending and adamantine, the metal is impossibly thin, invisible from the side except for the misty golden nimbus that wafts from it. Within the metal, the starry pin pricks move in simultaneous patterns of perfect symmetry, and faint contrapuntal melodies sound in keys and modes beyond mortal comprehension, as harmonies of awe-inspiring complexity are forged by the music of the spheres.
Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it.
He is a radiant immortal and is surrounded by a constantly shifting aroma, each saccharine scent
blending perfectly into the next. Amongst the fragranced air, the Lord Epicurean stands proudly, His
portly form poised with an unexpected elegance for His size. Atop His thick neck, His rotund face
displays a jovial expression, a beaming smile prominent upon His glowing visage. Behind His plump
cheeks, sparkling eyes of a golden honey colour gaze outward, while perfectly manicured eyebrows
rest upon His forehead. Short caramel coloured hair sits atop His round head, not a strand out of
place, slicked down by a sweetly scented gel that covers it. Taut skin covers His burly figure,
tanned the hue of freshly baked bread, a large portion of the sizeable canvas covered in vividly
inked tattoos that depict many of Crumkane's creations. Amongst the bright confections, images of
sugar sprites and spice pixies flit about, animated as they travel across HIs body between the
stationary pieces, inspecting the various culinary delights. He is wearing a regal suit of carmine-
hued velvet, glossy black dress shoes of cobbled candy, a licorice-scented black velvet top hat, a
pouch of tufted ebon fondant, a glittering rock candy pocket watch and a pair of marshmallow-framed
spectacles.
Jadice, the Ice Queen
She is a radiant immortal and stark white, with a faint rime of frost covering Her hardened skin.
Gem-carved orbs the hue of a frozen sky spin within Her otherwise empty eye sockets; energy flickers
within the faceted stone, shifting rapidly through spiralling waveforms and equations. A stern
vigour infuses Her graceful movements and, though Her features are lovely, Her expression is cold,
and Her lips are a harsh indigo compressed into a thin line. A light dusting of snow covers the
cerulean, crystalline hair which cascades from atop Her head and twists into ornate fractal patterns.
She is wearing a set of fractal-emblazoned bracers, a fur-trimmed cloak of indigo satin and a long
gown of silvery silk.
Carakhan, Pearl of the Ocean
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.
Lisaera, the Silver Goddess
She is a radiant immortal and is tall, standing at almost seven feet, with a willowy figure. Long,
raven hair spills down Her back, contrasting starkly against Her pale skin, and the wise features of
Her face, from the knowing set of Her brow to the thin line of Her lips, are smooth and ageless.
Storm-coloured eyes, whether filled with a mother's love, widened with a maiden's curiosity, or
narrowed with a crone's wizened contempt, gaze evenly at Her surroundings. Possessing sweeping
cheekbones and sharply pointed ears, She could easily be mistaken for an elfen woman were it not for
the ancient thrum of power and ethereal wind that clings to Her like a cloak, rising and falling in
intensity. Her very essence and bearing make it clear that She is as changeable and dangerous as the
storm and as knowing as the earth. She is wearing a glimmering necklace of pale moonfire, silverspun
robes trimmed in black furs, a vine-wreathed crown of frozen moonlight and a long, dark cloak
embossed with shimmering starlight.
Viravain, Lady of the Thorns shouts, "And You would seize Me? Fool! I am the Glomdoring! I am the Wyrd, and beneath the cloak of Night, the shadows of the Silent stir!"
the Spear of Klangratch, but the IG name is'The Sulfurous Spear of Abyssal Torment'
The massive haft of this weapon is impossibly long, rising to well above the height of the average human. Comprised of a foreign metal alloy, dark and suffused with a subdued viridian patina by nature rather than age, this spear bears the hallmark of indestructible construction from razor-tipped point to rounded butt. A cruel diamond-shaped head rises from the apex of the shaft, swelling to twin edges at either side before tapering with wicked serrations to a vicious, gleaming point. Four long, needle-like spikes jut at perpendicular angles from just beneath the main blade, further adding to the foreboding appearance of the spear, while a cloying, mordant haze of acrid fumes hangs about the weapon, caressing it like a lover.
Has anyone got a description/sketch of Carakhan with a fishtail?
Viravain, Lady of the Thorns shouts, "And You would seize Me? Fool! I am the Glomdoring! I am the Wyrd, and beneath the cloak of Night, the shadows of the Silent stir!"
The painting is clearly ancient yet remains in good condition, the moonhart frame bearing the tell-tale marks of a masterful artist. The oil painting depicts the Vernal Goddess known as Juliana, the Evenhanded before the magnificent jeweled gates of what can only be Climanti. Her visage is that of a radiant woman with translucent, glacial skin, flowing golden hair and vaguely merian features. A sense of purpose is reflected in her pose and her luminous blue eyes, and flowing robes of pure light enshroud her slender figure.
This be a painting of Juliana in the cathedral. It's neat.
Viravain, Lady of the Thorns shouts, "And You would seize Me? Fool! I am the Glomdoring! I am the Wyrd, and beneath the cloak of Night, the shadows of the Silent stir!"
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Terentia: *fanboy scream*
Estarra the Eternal says, "Give Shevat the floor please."
the Azure Orb of the Arcane
Coruscating azure light radiates from a floating silver orb.
Bathed in a soft blue glow, this orb is composed from a translucent silvery metal. It is freezing to the touch, but malleable, and shifting symbols and diagrams fade and form constantly upon its glassy surface. Within, like the layers of an onion, the planes of the first world are displayed, fading into insubstantiality as you focus through them to those that lie beneath. At its heart, a smoldering sphere of darkest flame burns with an unquenchable intensity.
Glowing a vibrant green, this orb is wrapped by an ethereal mist. Currents of pure energy fold and twist together within its depths as a sweet floral odour fills the air around it. Occasional flashes of plant life appear on the orb's surface. Delicate flowers sprout and bloom along its edges before wilting and sinking back into the orb's depths.
the Splintered Bough of Nature
This bough is made up of dark, gnarled wood that vibrates with latent energies. Covered in dangerously sharp splinters that come to wicked points, the end of this large bough is tipped with a gleaming droplet of amber, which refracts light passing through it into warm oranges and raw, bloody reds. A handful of translucent emerald leaves adorn the end of the branch, glowing and shifting with various shades and shapes, casting a spray of soft rays on the surroundings.
Shining platinum, twisted in flowing, fluid lines, constitutes the shaft of this elegant sceptre,
and atop it, golden calligraphy shifts endlessly across a single white sphere of ghostly alabaster.
Bulbous shards of crystal have been set in the platinum of the shaft, and they pulse with a faint,
enigmatic glow. A sense of cold disinterest and detached ambivalence radiates from the sceptre, and
the air around it blurs in an insubstantial nimbus of frigid power.
the White Orb of Redress
This large orb has been carved meticulously from mysterious, white stone. A faint white glow
surrounds the orb, pulsing gently as it radiates a fierce heat. The orb is plain and smooth, free of
any distinctive markings or flaws in the surface.
the Crown of Inexorable Justice
This towering crown is composed from sheets of platinum mounted on a framework of heavy steel.
Bearing golden inscriptions that shift and shimmer through unknown tongues, this massive crown
weighs heavily upon the wearer, and exudes a cold, austere aura. A single massive diamond rests in
the front and centre of the crown, blazing which a burning eye which burns with penetrative
puissance and flickers with constant movement.
the Brilliant Sceptre of Life
The air around it pulsing with vitality, the Brilliant Sceptre of Life floats upright.
The pommel of this gleaming sceptre has been fashioned of bleached coral, interlocking horns and notches fitting together perfectly, cloaked in a pulsing ambience of white light. Colourful lengths of seaweed and sea grass hang from numerous spikes, glowing with vitality. All through the small gaps open notches within the pommel are red and blue flows of liquid power, pulsing as they flow in opposite directions, the blue eternally pushing higher towards the crown. At the apex of the sceptre lies a shimmering orb of white light, its depths only penetrated by a gleaming, beating red heart.
This sceptre is composed of a circular rod of ruddy, burnished gold, surmounted with a small sphere of flawless diamond. Simply decorated, it is not a work of art, but its proportions are perfect and its bare and precise symmetry creates a sense of extraordinary elegance and appropriateness. A golden aura radiates around it, though it does not derive from within it. Instead, it is as though the very air and surroundings of the sceptre seek to match and become congruous with it.
the Radiant Orb of Balance
A sphere of cold and glassy force encases a single shard of whitest light, orbited by innumerable satellites of energy, tiny motes which swirl about the centre in complex dancing patterns of perfect symmetry. The glowing display remains in perfect equilibrium, regardless of the angle at which it is held, and the orb has a strange momentum of its own, resisting sharp movement. Calm and equanimity radiates from it, together with a powerful sense of congruity, so that everything it casts its light upon seems fitting, apt, and handsome.
Will have to wait a bit for the crown.
Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it.
Leafy vines have been woven together to create this ornamental headpiece. Translucent leaves of green, red and gold hang loosely from the vines, shimmering beautifully. Delicate flowers have been set amidst the entangled vines, their colours blending together in a dazzling display of vibrant tints and shades. The vines emit a glowing light, creating a shimmering, emerald halo around the wreath.
Weightless and warm, the circlet is composed of a single band of even metal. A single plain but perfect circle, the circlet is unadorned by jewels or precious metals, but glows with a thousand pin pricks of celestial light, as though the firmament itself was contained within. Though unbending and adamantine, the metal is impossibly thin, invisible from the side except for the misty golden nimbus that wafts from it. Within the metal, the starry pin pricks move in simultaneous patterns of perfect symmetry, and faint contrapuntal melodies sound in keys and modes beyond mortal comprehension, as harmonies of awe-inspiring complexity are forged by the music of the spheres.
Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it.
Estarra the Eternal says, "Give Shevat the floor please."