Don't have the quote anymore, but the funniest part pre-ascension was Shango touching the throne of Urlach(empowered for undead) having forgotten that he was not currently undead. Dropped a ton of corpses...
"Chairwoman," Princess Setisoki states, holding up a hand in a gesture for her to stop and returning the cup. "That would be quite inappropriate. One of the males will serve me."
What kind of High Supreme Justice just hands over an execution order without trial or anything?
Good bureaucrats don't ask questions, they follow orders and file the paperwork as is requested.
Her voice firm and commanding, Terentia, the Even Bladed says to you, "You have kept your oath to Me, Parhelion. You have sworn to maintain Justice in these troubled times."
Yet if a boon be granted me, unworthy as I am, let it be for a steady hand with a clear eye and a fury most inflaming.
Don't have the quote anymore, but the funniest part pre-ascension was Shango touching the throne of Urlach(empowered for undead) having forgotten that he was not currently undead. Dropped a ton of corpses...
The quote was that after I got back up, I said over IHC, "You lied to me."
We've done it. We've solved the mystery of what Ellindel looked like.
(The Myeran Community): You say, "I'm crying trying to make a costume for Ellindel based on what I've found IG about her appearance. This is the most definitive description I have."
(The Myeran Community): You say, "A sweet smile breaks across the fae's face, Sparrow Longfellow says, "Treeheart reminded Sparrow so much of the Golden Goddess - she had Her nose, Her smile, Her eyes.""
(The Myeran Community): You say, "*sob*."
(The Myeran Community): Elexia says, "Oh no *sob*."
(The Myeran Community): You say, "Ellindel's costume: she has a nose, some lips that sometimes smile, and two eyes."
(The Myeran Community): Coraline says, "Omg for a moment, I read that as Golden Cookies."
(The Myeran Community): Elexia says, "Boy she sure looks like an elfen."
(The Myeran Community): Coraline says, ":D."
(The Myeran Community): Elexia says, "This lady? Elfiest elfen you have ever seen."
(The Myeran Community): Jolanthe (from the Aetherways) says, "Hmm."
(The Myeran Community): Coraline says, "Elfiest elfen!"
(The Myeran Community): Elexia says, "She is Elfen Prime."
(The Myeran Community): Coraline says, "100%."
(The Myeran Community): Jolanthe says, "I guess the arboretum statue doesn't help much either. We can add long hair to that."
(The Myeran Community): You say, "Oooo."
(The Myeran Community): You say, "Haha Sowers have a statue, and it is "made of crystal" and has an athame so we got nothing bonus from that."
(The Myeran Community): You say, "Unless she is part lucidian."
(The Myeran Community): Coraline says, "She is a crystalline elfen.. wait."
(The Myeran Community): Elexia says, "Sowers statue also has a veil, could just hide everything underneath the veil for the entirety of the play."
(The Myeran Community): You say, "Hahahaha."
(The Myeran Community): Coraline says, ":D."
(The Myeran Community): Elexia says, "Another lucidian with a racehat, I knew it."
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."
Not sure if anyone kept a log of the scar messages, but this is the Justice one.
You reach out and touch a timewarped scar.
A glimpse through the scar reveals a world much like your own, with only a few differences. There
are frequent instances of a sileYou reach out and touch a timewarped scar, feeling the intense vibrations of the temporal energy
beneath your touch. For a brief moment, your mind fills with thoughts not your own - but you know
who you are. You are certain in yourself. Focusing, you shut out the timelines that lie beyond, and
watch as the scar begins to fade away, casting out some last glimpses of the timelines within.
ni passing by amidst a crowd of concerned adventurers, but at times
his form is subtly different - his hair brown in one moment and silver in another; clothes dark in
one moment and light in the next.
Through the scar can be seen the sundered form of a tall, hooved man, his arms reached out to the
sky, some almighty weapon clutched in shaking hands. Though his grip is strong, his body is in the
process of being unmade and remade, an agonised but determined scream curling his lips.
The flickering edges of temporal energy give way to a crystalline vista, where familiar yet
unfamiliar figures pass back and forth, murmuring in excitement about the triumph of some famed
comrade. In one moment they mutter the word 'Overseer', in another the word 'Emissary', and the next
'Quintessence', though the image repeats and stutters as if replaying itself.
Perplexingly, the space through fading scar looks like a hall of mirrors, with hundreds of
reflections of a single sileni man displayed before you. Every image is subtly different, be it
through the man's appearance, expression, backdrop or some other miniature deviation.
The last dizzying reflection blinks out as the scar vanishes, reality asserted once more.
-----
Her voice firm and commanding, Terentia, the Even Bladed says to you, "You have kept your oath to Me, Parhelion. You have sworn to maintain Justice in these troubled times."
Yet if a boon be granted me, unworthy as I am, let it be for a steady hand with a clear eye and a fury most inflaming.
Cory has her own - I have mine, Dys, and Ciaran. Malarious' got clipped from my prompt before I could record it, but hopefully someone else has that!
You reach out and touch a timewarped scar.
With a light brush of your fingertips, you reach out and touch a timewarped scar, letting the static charge of the energy jolt into your skin. There is a feeling of immense pressure, of some weight trying to pull you under. You pull yourself out, calmly, and when you emerge the scar before you has begun to wick away into nothingness.
Through the reaches of time, you see a glowing human with violet eyes softly speaking to a gathered crowd, whose faces are uplifted, their attention rapt upon the figure's silver tongue.
You see through a timewarped scar an ancient forest. Cheers erupt through the canopy, which bursts with flights of sparrows at the noise. The view passes through the treetops, and you see dancing figures gathered around a great tree, sharing with one another foods created by a glowing figure at
their centre.
Time flickers, and your vision is filled with the image of a glowing human with violet eyes next to a tawny faeling. They are in a grove before a standing stone shrine. The faeling sticks out her tongue and offers the glowing figure a bowl of peep chili in concession of defeat.
A strange image manifests within the violent scar before you: a human woman alone in the woods, one hand pressed to the bark of a tree and another held aloft as she basks in the peace of nature's bounty.
As the last glimpse of that harmonious timeline fades, so too does the scar.
At the sound of the rallying cry to freedom, the form of the scar begins to ripple and flutter, a great shudder wracking it from top to bottom as it begins to fade.
A massive army of deformed, Tainted figures move ever closer towards Mt. Zoaka, shambling towards the lone figure who stands on a ledge overlooking them. A too-perfect smile can be seen, flashing beneath her hood in the desert sun, and she raises a hand, a pulse of chaotic energy manifesting in
a butterfly atop her palm.
Sandstorms rage in every direction upon the Astral Plane, the forces of nature itself bending under the will of a hooded figure racing across it in a low sprint. She is here, there, and then gone, leaving the corpses of dismembered tongues and writhing tentacles in her wake as she carves a bloody path.
An encroaching force of shadowy silhouettes surges up the steps towards the Great Pyramid, towards a small group of figures that stand with weapons drawn. A single, cloaked woman steps forward, and shifts her cloak to the side. You attempt to avert your gaze, but are too late, as a hideous mass of
tentacles, slavering maws, and prehensile appendages whip out and clutch around the invaders before pulling their screaming forms closer to her.
Two women walk through a garden near a pyramid made of glass, laughing softly to themselves as they pass through a misty veil sprayed out from a nearby fountain. "It would look so much better if it were pink..." one says, drawing an exasperated groan from her companion.
The last image crumbles, then wisps off into tatters that discard into nothingness.
A silver-capped tahto of bleached driftwood falls into a timewarped scar and you catch a glimpse of Ciaran, reaching out to catch it, the ringing sound of battle resounding through the air. Then the sound fades, and with it, a timewarped scar begins to ripple, sending out last visions as the timeline is discarded.
Through the flexing and shattering of time, you see the hunched form of an aged dwarf, gnarled fingers grasping the Staff of Ascension itself as they move with an alacrity and precision that is all the more startling for the bleariness of their gaze as they dodge mortal and tentacle alike, their grasp upon the Staff certain and triumphant.
Cheers resound, drowning out even the rushing sounds of many joyous fountains. Joyful merians crowd the streets, their praise aimed at the glowing, yet still hunched form of the dwarven ascendant in their midst. The glowing, imposing figure totters along, an expression of bemused pleasure upon their face, which turns to genuine joy as they are presented with a triumphant cake.
A glowing figure leads the charge, bowling aside the lesser demons of Nil as they stride towards the howling form of Ashtorath. Lesser demigods follow in the Ascendant's wake, accompanied by pegasi and shadowy fae as they bring the Light of Celestia to the tainted demonlords of Nil.
Through the twisting of the years, you see the glowing Ascendant outside the Pearl of Amberle, as they cantankerously insist that their opponent is far too young to be so easily winded. Despite the oddity of their words, the earnestness of their desire to continue to hone their craft shines through, along with their willingness to aide those still learning.
As the last glimpse of another timeline fades, so too does the scar.
Here's knowledge, apparently Sapphira's swan plagues Uzriel even when he obtains ultimate power.
You reach out and touch a timewarped scar.
You reach out and press your palm to a timewarped scar, letting temporal energy course through your being. You sense thoughts not of your own yet so familiar there cannot be anything but - it is triumph, determination, and a hunger for the next step. That last one is yours but you realise you know well it was not your time yet and you send that thought, that decision, into the scar to assert your own reality.
The scene within the scar is wreathed in a foggy shroud, the dusky streets of Magnagora where a procession of fiends and citizens chants someone's name over and over. An ashen figure can be seen standing victorious atop an impossibly tall construction site, looking down at the celebrations impassively.
Through the scar you can see a trio of men, each more peculiar than the other. One is a hulking being with silver orbs for eyes, the second wears a long monocular visor, and the face of the last is covered by a plague mask. The bizarre meeting of minds is held within an iron contraption that races across an earthen locale.
Carried upon inky wings streaked with white, nighthawks circle an immaculately-dressed aristocrat in another glimpse within the scar. Down on one knee and prayer at his lips, he summons forth something massive from the ground as crooning shadows fill your view and push you back to your own timeline.
Though dwarfed by a massive underground structure of smog-clad dark granite, the saviour of Creation is no less imposing as the vision shifts. There he stands, ordering assistants scuttling in and out of the building like a general on a battlefield. "More test subjects!" he orders, "Just no swans!"
As the last glimpse of another timeline fades, so too does the scar.
As you reach out and press your palm against a timewarped scar, there is a huge ripple not unlike a crash of something heavy into water. The ripples fan out across the scar, bringing with them visions of another time.
Through the scar you glimpse the broad form of a human standing amidst smog-wreathed towers, his cloaked head held high as he gazes unmoving over the crowds that cheer and swarm below him.
The crackling edges of the scar shift to reveal the distant image of a human in full plate armour standing frozen amidst a fierce battle, a tiny rodent clutched between his gauntleted hands. A determined, hungry grin is his only expression.
Surrounded by the fluttering edges of temporal chaos, a tall human stands - his martial form enveloped in a roiling, hungering darkness that shifts with the occasional silhouettes of many-headed beings.
For a heart-stopping moment, you find yourself face to face with a cloaked human of blank expression, as if he were standing immediately the other side of the scar. Then you blink, and he is gone.
Then in a rush, all of the temporal energy coalesces into a tall figure that mirrors you almost completely but for small, subtle differences, his hand pressed against yours.
"zagreus343349" Kalas Zagreus Kalas Zagreus stands here with a stern gaze.
This True Ascendant is no longer an ordinary human, his hungering ascendant form glowing with the power of the newly Ascended. His tanned skin flickers as the temporal energy around him continues to crackle, causing the cape that billows over his full plate armour to rustle as if in a breeze. Every movement that he makes is precise and without stealth, clanking as his armour does with each step. Beneath the hood of his cape, his emotionless face glares, brutal blue eyes gleaming with an unquenched verocity.
Kalas Zagreus looks to be crushingly strong.
He weighs about 241 pounds.
You cannot see what Kalas Zagreus is holding.
It has the following aliases: zagreus, ascendant, human.
You press your entire palm against a timewarped scar, sensing the temporal energy washing over you. The promises of that other timeline whisper to you, urging you to claim what should have been yours. No, that was not your decision. You fill yourself with that conviction and send it forth, asserting that truth and your reality over the scar.
The reality within the scar reveals a crowd gathered beneath an impressive black fortress, shouting and chanting a man's name. At the very top, the saviour of Creation stands alongside a massive archdemon with four arms. One by one, they are kicking bodies from the open-air platform to the cheers and approval of those gathered.
The metallic sound of a massive weapon streaking by turns your head, its target an imposing man with a scythe-bladed chain in his hands. He does not resist and lets the weapon pin him to the ground. Upon contact, his whole body contorts and turns into that of a maggot, a punishment for refining his being with the power of the Seal of Life.
A throng of people whispers adoringly as a man rides by on a mighty steed. Someone shouts his name and questions follow but the man's only reaction is to utter an inexplicable high-pitched sound that sounds very much like a short word cawed out over and over again.
The battlefield within the scar is strewn with corpses, their uniforms proclaiming losses on both sides. The saviour of Creation walks alone, a general treading upon the fallen with no reverence for their lives. As he walks, those he passes twist abnormally, sit upright, and then raise to follow him - the army of the dead at his command.
Eventually, with the last image of that timeline fading, the scar fades with it.
You feel a growing power blossom beneath your fingertips as you reach out towards a timewarped scar, and a delighted laugh escapes your mouth as you wish this alternate you a life of happiness and joy in her success. You feel a sense of the same come through as you briefly touch your finger against hers, glimmers of her timeline leaping through.
The scene captured within the scar shifts and changes, and you witness a wild celebration carried through dust-strewn streets. Revellers dance and laugh and sing out praises to someone whose name is lost in the din, flinging garish globs of colour back and forth between themselves in a city-wide food fight.
As you feel your psyche assaulted by the vagaries of time, a flutter of wings - quick as a hummingbird and half as loud - passes by, and the saccharine scent of sugar and rum instantly releases the pressure. You glance up in an attempt to see your saviour, but there naught but the sugar-coated trail of a rose-gold blur.
You can see her there, the saviour of Creation, at the head of a long line that winds down Avechna's Peak. So many displaced and hungry gratefully accept large bowls of food as she gleefully drops the garish stew into their bowls; too hungry to offer their disquiet at the yellow globs that can be seen floating within.
A great roar threatens to burst your earbuds as you catch the barest glimpse of a golden-haired faeling sitting atop the back of the Guardian Drachou as he flies away from a ruined, smouldering city. She forms shapeless flares of power that lance out to strike at a nebulous darkness in raw, beautiful explosions, her face twisted in despair and loss.
As the last vision fades from the scar, it shudders, sealing itself with a beauteous glow moments later.
You are startled as a lemon meringue pie bounces harmlessly off you after being thrown at you by Mysrai.
In Coraline's timeline, peoples' faces are melted from too much peep chili.
Her voice firm and commanding, Terentia, the Even Bladed says to you, "You have kept your oath to Me, Parhelion. You have sworn to maintain Justice in these troubled times."
Yet if a boon be granted me, unworthy as I am, let it be for a steady hand with a clear eye and a fury most inflaming.
Mboagn jogs up and down a portion of the Stars of Sacrifice.
‘It’s important to be kind. You can’t know all the times that you’ve hurt people in tiny, significant ways. It’s easy to be cruel without meaning to be. There’s nothing you can do about that. But you can choose to be kind. Be kind.’
I didn't either until you said anything, silly! Here I'll make up for it:
The dazzling flash of coloured glass announces the stealthy arrival of an iridescent clockwork dragonfly. Hovering just above you, it drops a torn piece of notepad paper in your hands, then is off whizzing through the air in a metronomic drone. <-- Mbo's
You tilt your head curiously.
ii page
You are holding:
"paper115224" a torn piece of notepad paper
read page
You read what is written on a torn piece of notepad paper:
Don't trust humans
‘It’s important to be kind. You can’t know all the times that you’ve hurt people in tiny, significant ways. It’s easy to be cruel without meaning to be. There’s nothing you can do about that. But you can choose to be kind. Be kind.’
While aetherhunting and talking about weevils and how Faythe thinks it's gross to eat them and @Elexia thinks they are amazing....
The dazzling flash of coloured glass announces the stealthy arrival of an iridescent clockwork
dragonfly. Hovering just above you, it drops a platter of weevil delight in your hands, then is off
whizzing through the air in a metronomic drone.
You yell, "EW!"
You begin to wield a platter of weevil delight in your left hand.
glance se
Left flight feathers.
Superimposed over this location, an ethereal forest reaches up to the sky. Flashing with energy, the
empathic grid stretches from floor-to-ceiling and wall-to-wall. Locked into the empathic grid,
Oracular Elexia Myeras-Silvermoon is here. She wields a rose-vine violin in her left hand and a
silver-edged kite shield in her right hand.
You hurl a platter of weevil delight southeast.
(Ship): Elexia says, "Ooh, what a lovely confection! Thank you to whomever shared it with me!"
You have been recognised by Elexia for: She is such an incredible writer, and I adore the friendship between Faythe and Elexia. Faythe's emotes are well-written and creative, and in this scene in particular she has done such wonderful emotes using the Moondancer fae! It's always inspiring and so very much fun.
You have been recognised by Lief for: There is a LOT to recognize you over. We've had so many great scenes - so much tension and warmth and friendship and confusion between our two characters, and I love every moment of it. Not to mention the cult - I am so glad you could make it, and Faythe's role in its creation was beautiful. It wouldn't have been the same event without Faythe's presence there. Thank you!!
These are the visions you're missing (from the timeline where Malarious ascended):
As you peer through a timewarped scar, you observe a black-furred aslaran accompanied by a towering black wolf, a path of death and carnage following in his wake.
A black-furred aslaran stalks through the desert next to a towering black wolf, tracking some unknown target. The aslaran leans to the side and intones the word 'Doom' before the pair launch into action.
As you peer through a timewarped scar, you see a mass of followers surrounding a giant stone megalith. The constant chanting of 'Reaper' comes to your ears as your vision settles on the black-furred archlich standing in the center of the crowd with his arms raised up, basking in the adoration.
Great Pyramids dominate the skyline as a giant party takes place, the people all dancing in a haze of weed smoke. In the center, you see an aslaran with black fur nodding along with the heartbeat of the crowd, behind him a large black wolf laying in rest.
If you missed any others I can post those here too, a ton of people worked to write them so very happy to make sure they get seen!
Kalas Zagreus, the Devouring Blade says, "You two must have the smoothest silky skin of any lich in history."
Lady Grey Sapphira d'Vanecu, the Ensanguined Aesthete says, "How else do you think we always look so amazing?"
Kalas Zagreus, the Devouring Blade says, "If I chop off your arm will I find 1000 layers of oil of ur'lae?" Kalas Zagreus, the Devouring Blade says, "Can I date you by the layer rings?" Kalas Zagreus, the Devouring Blade says, "Ah yes.. Uzriel is 97 years old." Kalas Zagreus, the Devouring Blade says, "Judging by the rings."
Voice muffled by his mask, you say, "You can also tell how old a geomancer is by dating the layers of dirt on him."
If only she had probed it, and saw it's not...made with weevils, but for weevils...
Appearance:
a platter of weevil delight
Dropped:
A platter filled with what appears to be various types of wood has been dropped here.
Examined:
Piled high with what appears to be various woods found around the basin,
this petite gold platter has been made from copious amounts of marzipan.
The almond confection has been carefully shaped, each piece dyed a
different shade, ranging from pieces of dark mahogany wood to maple and
even exotic blue and purple woods. A few pieces have been dipped into
chocolate before being carved with a wood grain pattern, resembling
small pieces of dark ebony wood.
Consume:
Picking up one of the wood pieces, you gingerly bite down on it. You are
surprised to find your teeth sinking in easily, the sudden taste of
sweet almond marzipan flooding your mouth as you continue to chew. Each
subsequent piece appears to ultimately be marzipan as well, the soft,
almost chewy sweet easily eaten. As you finish the sweets off, you
ponder the small platter thoughtfully before also taking a bit from it,
mildly surprised to find that it seems to be harder marzipan covered in
edible gold leaf.
Smell:
Carefully sniffing at what appears to be a platter filled with wood, you are surprised to find it smells of almonds, chocolate, and honey.
Taste:
You curiously nibble on one of the pieces of wood, finding it to be sweet marzipan instead.
Yes, I learned of this mistake a couple of days later. I did not throw away that platter.
You have been recognised by Elexia for: She is such an incredible writer, and I adore the friendship between Faythe and Elexia. Faythe's emotes are well-written and creative, and in this scene in particular she has done such wonderful emotes using the Moondancer fae! It's always inspiring and so very much fun.
You have been recognised by Lief for: There is a LOT to recognize you over. We've had so many great scenes - so much tension and warmth and friendship and confusion between our two characters, and I love every moment of it. Not to mention the cult - I am so glad you could make it, and Faythe's role in its creation was beautiful. It wouldn't have been the same event without Faythe's presence there. Thank you!!
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Either Sondayga was taking the opportunity to murder me in the heat of combat or he needs to fix his triggers
The quote was that after I got back up, I said over IHC, "You lied to me."
Little did I know what I would start.
~
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."
You reach out and touch a timewarped scar.
Through the scar you glimpse the broad form of a human standing amidst smog-wreathed towers, his cloaked head held high as he gazes unmoving over the crowds that cheer and swarm below him.
The crackling edges of the scar shift to reveal the distant image of a human in full plate armour standing frozen amidst a fierce battle, a tiny rodent clutched between his gauntleted hands. A determined, hungry grin is his only expression.
Surrounded by the fluttering edges of temporal chaos, a tall human stands - his martial form enveloped in a roiling, hungering darkness that shifts with the occasional silhouettes of many-headed beings.
For a heart-stopping moment, you find yourself face to face with a cloaked human of blank expression, as if he were standing immediately the other side of the scar. Then you blink, and he is gone.
Then in a rush, all of the temporal energy coalesces into a tall figure that mirrors you almost completely but for small, subtle differences, his hand pressed against yours.
"zagreus343349" Kalas Zagreus
Kalas Zagreus stands here with a stern gaze.
Mild Mboagn Lunarose says, "Oh nice!"
Mild Mboagn Lunarose says, "New stairs."
Mboagn jogs up and down a portion of the Stars of Sacrifice.
It’s easy to be cruel without meaning to be. There’s nothing you can do about that. But you can choose to be kind. Be kind.’
Explorer (80%), Achiever (53%), Socializer (53%), Killer (13%)
Bartle Taxonomy
(test yourself)
The dazzling flash of coloured glass announces the stealthy arrival of an iridescent clockwork dragonfly. Hovering just above you, it drops a torn piece of notepad paper in your hands, then is off whizzing through the air in a metronomic drone. <-- Mbo's
You tilt your head curiously.
ii page
You are holding: "paper115224" a torn piece of notepad paper
read page
You read what is written on a torn piece of notepad paper:
Don't trust humans
It’s easy to be cruel without meaning to be. There’s nothing you can do about that. But you can choose to be kind. Be kind.’
The dazzling flash of coloured glass announces the stealthy arrival of an iridescent clockwork dragonfly. Hovering just above you, it drops a platter of weevil delight in your hands, then is off whizzing through the air in a metronomic drone.
You yell, "EW!"
You begin to wield a platter of weevil delight in your left hand.
glance se
Left flight feathers. Superimposed over this location, an ethereal forest reaches up to the sky. Flashing with energy, the empathic grid stretches from floor-to-ceiling and wall-to-wall. Locked into the empathic grid, Oracular Elexia Myeras-Silvermoon is here. She wields a rose-vine violin in her left hand and a silver-edged kite shield in her right hand.
You hurl a platter of weevil delight southeast.
(Ship): Elexia says, "Ooh, what a lovely confection! Thank you to whomever shared it with me!"
You have been recognised by Lief for: There is a LOT to recognize you over. We've had so many great scenes - so much tension and warmth and friendship and confusion between our two characters, and I love every moment of it. Not to mention the cult - I am so glad you could make it, and Faythe's role in its creation was beautiful. It wouldn't have been the same event without Faythe's presence there. Thank you!!
As you peer through a timewarped scar, you observe a black-furred aslaran accompanied by a towering black wolf, a path of death and carnage following in his wake.
A black-furred aslaran stalks through the desert next to a towering black wolf, tracking some unknown target. The aslaran leans to the side and intones the word 'Doom' before the pair launch into action.
As you peer through a timewarped scar, you see a mass of followers surrounding a giant stone megalith. The constant chanting of 'Reaper' comes to your ears as your vision settles on the black-furred archlich standing in the center of the crowd with his arms raised up, basking in the adoration.
Great Pyramids dominate the skyline as a giant party takes place, the people all dancing in a haze of weed smoke. In the center, you see an aslaran with black fur nodding along with the heartbeat of the crowd, behind him a large black wolf laying in rest.
If you missed any others I can post those here too, a ton of people worked to write them so very happy to make sure they get seen!
Kalas Zagreus, the Devouring Blade says, "Can I date you by the layer rings?"
Kalas Zagreus, the Devouring Blade says, "Ah yes.. Uzriel is 97 years old."
Kalas Zagreus, the Devouring Blade says, "Judging by the rings."
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Yes, I learned of this mistake a couple of days later. I did not throw away that platter.
You have been recognised by Lief for: There is a LOT to recognize you over. We've had so many great scenes - so much tension and warmth and friendship and confusion between our two characters, and I love every moment of it. Not to mention the cult - I am so glad you could make it, and Faythe's role in its creation was beautiful. It wouldn't have been the same event without Faythe's presence there. Thank you!!