I'm doing some writing for the Pyromancer guild, and I need the lines for each smoke cloud and pyrochemantic construct thing. Can anyone help me out? I've got the goggles and the pyrocannon line, and that's about it.
EDIT: Specifically, I need the line/chunks that happen when you construct it for the first time. Until mine expire in 50 months, I can't access those again.
Looking for the most up-to-date descriptions of...
Jadice Yomoigu Lisaera (as the Silver Trinity, if at all possible) Darvellan Carakhan
Sounds like a trap.
While I have more pro-Drocilla slander tapestries coming up in the future (*malicious chuckling*), this is for a Beauty design! A lot of Divine were released (or re-released) this year and I'd like to do a nice public tapestry.
l wonderwand A sight to behold, a Wand of Wonder is a strange item of twisting gold, brass bands, and silver plates. Crystalline runes gleam along the wand's shaft that bespeak of its magical properties. At the far end, the wand terminates into a pair of hands that cradle a glass sphere, offering it up to the sky. Every minute, the sphere flickers from one colour to the next, a constant rainbow of hues as if the wand itself were making the choice, unimpressed with the previous outcome. Energy crackles around the wand in a vibrant display; an aura of fickle magic that indicates the awesome power contained within.
I'm outing an alt here, but, most of Qistrel's IG firends don't ever post on the forums, so. After much research into finks I present my finkscription. (The scale glow is from tattoo preparation, not a natural thing. Female finks, if you didn't know, have three breasts. Haven't worked out how to describe the smell yet.)
She is a crafty fink and is
covered in pale pink scales that shimmer faintly, even in the dark. Cerulean
knotwork tattoos trace intricate designs over much of her body, glowing softly
and clashing oddly with the pinkness of her scales. A number of ugly warts are
scattered across her shoulders and upper back. She is about the same height as a
furrikin but is completely hairless. Her beady eyes are small and as blue as
her tattoos, and her snout is pointed, with with tiny slitted nostrils. Sharp
little fangs are just visible, pressing into her thick lips. Her body is wiry
and slender, with a hint of feminine curves, though there is something odd
about the shape of her chest. Her hands are oversized, and each digit ends in
long, sharp claws designed for gripping, allowing her to wield moonblades that
seem much too big for such a little person. A small pair of pitch-black,
bat-like wings protrude from her shoulder blades, though they have not yet
grown large enough to allow her to fly.
Whatever happened to starting your alt in a new place? :P
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.
Am I the last person to notice the altered descs to the Cave/Seal of Nature?
The Cave of Nature.
What was once grass is now rotten remains lining every surface of this Cave, ceiling included. The decaying bodies of small animals lie among the stalagmites and float upon the thin stream that carves its way through the cave. The cave is quite warm and the stench of rot hangs in the air even more palpably as a result. Promisingly, however, a few verdant roots have begun to encroach upon the fetid influence and - bit by bit - are beginning to win their battle against the necrosis. The Seal of Nature slowly spins in the air here, its latent power flickering.
The Seal of Nature is a disc of green malachite, approximately the size of a small shield. Runes are etched around its rim, glowing faintly with an inner power. In the centre of the shield is the image of a pair of feet, delicate and stained with rotten grass. Distrubingly, the toes of the feet sometimes convulse or occasionally one foot twitches as though in pain. The seal floats in the air of its own power, however weak, and thrums with a lifeforce that makes the very air around it blur.
(tbh, I would rather have the feet convulsing and twitching in pain than -wiggling- at me. egegrhruguh feet)
Crumkane, Lord of Epicurean Delights says, "WAS IT INDEED ON FIRE, ERITHEYL."
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With a deep reverb, Contemptible Sutekh says, "CEASE YOUR INFERNAL ENERGY, ERITHEYL."
Lord Hajamin is a shining and charismatic warrior deity who represents the honour, determination and style that is found in every type of conflict, whether it is found in politics, science, economics, war or simple duels. Hajamin encourages confrontation, for it is what makes people grow, progress and strengthen, His only rule for conflict is fairness, and as long as both sides remain honourable and fair throughout the confrontation, they shall remain within the Golden Lord's grace and radiance. Hajamin despises all forms of subterfuge and unfairness, looking upon them as cheap tricks used by those who can never obtain true prowess for their own. All conflict happens within Lord Hajamin's radiance, and He determines the worth of those that partake in it, the loser of a conflict might very well end up the winner in the Golden eyes of Lord Hajamin. There is no shame in admitting defeat, as long as one has given the most of one's abilities, for in doing so one admits that one can still grow and will become wiser because of it.Lord Hajamin's most common manifestation takes the form of a magnificent golden angelic knight, bearing a truly regal stature in shining armour and golden wings. The Golden Lord always carries his brilliant lance, fashioned of pure light, which He uses not only for conflict, but to allow its brilliant light to shine on those that truly deserve it. His symbol is a pure gold pendant, utterly void of any flaw or impurity, for this is how conflict should be, clean, flawless and pure.
Lacostian's old HELP file:
Knowledge is absolute; it is the pinnacle of the soul and the meridian of both mortal and immortal development. Knowledge is the means by which cultures and civilisations rise or fall, being both saviour and downfall depending on how it is wielded. The enigmatic deity known as Lacostian is perhaps the only god to truly understand the importance of this statement. The Mysterial Lord believes Knowledge should only come to those who are truly deserving, and will use it responsibly; for irresponsible use of the greatest of secrets could lead to irreversible damage.Lacostian teaches that Knowledge and Magic are closely tied, that mastery of one cannot be complete without mastery of the other. His understanding of the ways of Magic is unrivalled by mortal and immortal alike and it is said there are few things He cannot accomplish when given enough time. In line with this, He urges His followers, known as Mysterians, to aspire to greatness and superiority over those who do not walk with His blessing. Lacostian believes in strict order and discipline, teaching that only through integrity can orderly growth and responsible mastery occur. Build on the knowledge of those who have gone before you and strive to unlock mysteries that none have yet touched, for only knowledge obtained through personal hardship is truly worth keeping.It is known that one of Lacostian’s greatest achievements is the discovery of the Akashic Records. It is said that He has been the Guardian of this great Mystery since its discovery, keeping their secrets from both mortal and immortal alike. His symbol is a hollowed disk of smoky quartz, unifying the obscured Mysteries of Knowledge and the supremacy of Magic.
EDIT: In retrospect, I believe I posted the special exits instead of master shrines. To be continued.
Does anyone have a description of that model of the planes found in Xion? Could you share them, pretty please? My stash of compiled lusty descs died with my old laptop.
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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Long/Dropped Desc:
EDIT: Specifically, I need the line/chunks that happen when you construct it for the first time. Until mine expire in 50 months, I can't access those again.
Jadice
Yomoigu
Lisaera (as the Silver Trinity, if at all possible)
Darvellan
Carakhan
Ixion tells you, "// I don't think anyone else had a clue, amazing form."
While I have more pro-Drocilla slander tapestries coming up in the future (*malicious chuckling*), this is for a Beauty design! A lot of Divine were released (or re-released) this year and I'd like to do a nice public tapestry.
Ixion tells you, "// I don't think anyone else had a clue, amazing form."
Estarra the Eternal says, "Give Shevat the floor please."
Estarra the Eternal says, "Give Shevat the floor please."
A sight to behold, a Wand of Wonder is a strange item of twisting gold, brass
bands, and silver plates. Crystalline runes gleam along the wand's shaft that
bespeak of its magical properties. At the far end, the wand terminates into a
pair of hands that cradle a glass sphere, offering it up to the sky. Every
minute, the sphere flickers from one colour to the next, a constant rainbow of
hues as if the wand itself were making the choice, unimpressed with the previous
outcome. Energy crackles around the wand in a vibrant display; an aura of fickle
magic that indicates the awesome power contained within.
She is a crafty fink and is covered in pale pink scales that shimmer faintly, even in the dark. Cerulean knotwork tattoos trace intricate designs over much of her body, glowing softly and clashing oddly with the pinkness of her scales. A number of ugly warts are scattered across her shoulders and upper back. She is about the same height as a furrikin but is completely hairless. Her beady eyes are small and as blue as her tattoos, and her snout is pointed, with with tiny slitted nostrils. Sharp little fangs are just visible, pressing into her thick lips. Her body is wiry and slender, with a hint of feminine curves, though there is something odd about the shape of her chest. Her hands are oversized, and each digit ends in long, sharp claws designed for gripping, allowing her to wield moonblades that seem much too big for such a little person. A small pair of pitch-black, bat-like wings protrude from her shoulder blades, though they have not yet grown large enough to allow her to fly.
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