Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says, "To be fair, gnomes are not known for doing things logically. They get sidetracked and mess up whatever they are working on."
Iarlaithe says, "I forgot I was supposed to vote. I was too busy trying to figure out who to block."
Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says, "So that was, really, exactly how such a scenario would play out."
(Serenwilde): Galaphyrae says, "I somehow managed to make one in the likeness of
Adasser."
(Serenwilde): Adasser, Wolverine's Mask says, "Really? Why me??"
You follow Fair Galaphyrae west to overgrown ruins.
Snow has been piled up high here, the path clear to pass under the watchful aegis of a fierce snowman resembling Adasser, Wolverine's Mask. Resplendent light rays reflecting and refracting from thousands of brilliant facets, a delicate gem golem glimmers here.(Serenwilde): Galaphyrae says, "It is not in effigy, trust."
(Serenwilde): You say, "I think the likeness quite remarkable."
The corners of your mouth turn up as you grin mischievously.
(Serenwilde): Adasser, Wolverine's Mask says, "I feel like I'm being teased. Am
I being teased?"
(Serenwilde): Caedir Aormeah says, "You are ever so teaseable, Adasser! Haha."
a doe in the snow
Shimmering a soft white, a doe stands here in a swirl of glistening snow.
A doe in the snow stands here in a swirl of ice crystals, her gentle eyes gazing about the forest.
Her hide a luminescent white, this doe stands with a gentle bearing, taking in her surroundings in quiet patience. A soft, liquid brown, her eyes glimmer with snowflakes that dance about her eyelashes, while a pair of oval, velvety ears turn this way and that, attentive to the sounds of the forest. An ever present breeze dances about the doe, whistling and rustling, covering her here and there in swirls of ice crystals and patches of hush snow, white against alabaster, so that it is difficult to tell at times where the fur ends and the snow covering begins. Her legs, strong and slender, step gracefully upon a snowdrift that fans out from her location, her hooves making deep imprints shaped like pairs of half moons.
a snowball marked by a hoofprint
Gleaming with ice crystals, a snowball rests here, marked by a single hoofprint.
About the size of a large apple, this snowball has been tightly packed, made mostly of pure white snow crystals, some of which still bear their crystalline snowflake shapes. The snowball is roughly round, here and there pine needles resting just below the surface or stick out through the snow, giving the sphere a sap-like scent over the fresh smell of frozen water. Pressed deep into the cold and blind white, a single hoofprint marks where a doe had stepped, its form bearing the shape of paired half moons.