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Re: Masquerade Ball Costumes 06/07/2021, 591 CoE
Cora's Golden Salmon outfit:
She is a nimble faeling impulsive demigoddess, standing at a modest height of a little over two feet and possessing a thin, wiry frame which, along with her energetic and fidgety disposition, makes her appear younger and more childlike than she really is. Her smooth, tawny skin is accentuated by subtle coral undertones that are emphasized in sunrise hues on her cheeks and long, tapering ears that frame either side of her dainty face. A small, upturned nose is complemented by long-lashed eyes that twinkle like twin morganites under delicately arched, pale pink brows. Her iridescent platinum blond hair has been styled into an elegant waterfall braid, pinned to the back of her head using a medallion. From there, it cascades down her shoulders in golden curls that glow like the burning sun. A fine set of radiant, sunset-hued fins poke out through these curls from each side of her head, fanning outwards in a stunning display. Large butterfly wings of translucent gossamer sprout from her back, dyed a delicate rose-gold hue and fringed by a rime of taffy pink on the edges, as if frosted by sugar. A chaos butterfly is resting on her shoulder.
Gradiating from vibrant tangerine to palest rose, her radiant fins are exotic, web-fine expanses that glisten faintly regardless of whether or not they are wet. They descend like dazzling sails down each side of her head, fanning outward in a stunning display from time to time.
She is wearing:
the Medallion of Beauty, pinning part of her hair into a braided bun at the back
the Golden Belt of the Enlightened, encircling the waistline of her gown
a rose gold wedding band budding with a ruby strawberry, nestled comfortably upon the ring finger of her left hand
a gold-dappled nereid gown, its gauzy silks imbuing her with a sunny golden glow
golden salmon dancing slippers, barely visible underneath layers of semi-transparent tulle
a golden salmon masquerade mask, resting upon the ridge of her nose.
You look at a gold-dappled nereid gown that Coraline is wearing:
Large scallop shells function as the bodice cups for this elegant, strapless gown, painted in a pastel rainbow gradient and lightly dusted with crushed gemstones to bestow upon them a distinctly nacreous opalescence. This delicate iridescence has been further enhanced by the dozens of multicoloured pearls and rhinestones that have been studded onto their convex surfaces; cut into the shapes of starfish, clams, and spiral seashells, they reflect and refract any available light in a twinkling display. Draped over these scalloped cups, layers of sheer, bias-cut chiffon billow down the torso in a nebulous cascade, enveloping the wearer like a spray of golden mist until they are loosely sewn on to the cinched waistline. The skirt is form-fitting from the waist downwards, mimicking the graceful arches of a nereid's tail. Pellucid platinum scales cover the silken body of the skirt, powdered lightly with silver tincture to bestow upon them a cast of pale argentine gleam. Occasionally, the scales are dusted with gold instead of silver, altogether imparting to the skirt a gold-dappled presentation. When it reaches the knees, the skirt flares outwards in wisps and waves of gauzy golden tulle, gradually thinning into transparency as it reaches the wearer's feet.
You look at golden salmon dancing slippers that Coraline is wearing:
Glittering metallic scales have been sewn onto the surface of burnished leather to make up this elegant pair of dancer's slippers. Although most of the scales are wrought of silver, some are conspicuously golden, gleaming brightly as they are flecked within the argentine expanse. Each slipper widens slightly at the shank before tapering gracefully towards the tips of the toes, taking on a shape that is distinctly piscine. It is a form that is further embellished by the majestic platinum tail fins that flare outwards from each tip, veined with morganite inlays that lend a tinge of salmon pink to their iridescent surfaces. Sharply pointed stiletto heels wrought of platinum suggest a level of expertise required in order to dance in this footwear, although the insides have been lined with black taffeta to ensure the wearer's comfort.
You look at a golden salmon masquerade mask that Coraline is wearing:
The base of this delicate half-mask has been fashioned entirely of platinum and studded with flat onyxes throughout to give it a rough, corrugated finish. Fashioned into a decidedly piscine shape, it rests upon the ridge of the nose and arches along the contours of the cheekbones to cover the top portion of the face. The eyeholes are fringed with a thick application of golden tincture that draws attention to and accentuates their lanceolate shape, contrasting sharply with a lighter dusting of the same glossy tint upon the scaled brow ridges and the large, puckered lips that cover the tip of the wearer's nose. Golden scales align with the wearer's temples to form a close semblance to gills, the ends of which form tiny O-rings that have been teased through with taffeta to add a hint of salmon pink. Bony pectoral fins flare out to the sides from behind these gills - ribbons of golden silk have been threaded through onyx-studded platinum spines to lend to them their characteristically webbed appearance.
Edited to format!
Edited to format!
Coraline
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Masquerade Ball Costumes 06/07/2021, 591 CoE
Hi all, as requested, I made this new discussion post so we can all share our costumes, gimmicks and our thoughts and opinions about them. I'll start first!
Character Description:
Exhibiting the grand poise worthy of a Lord of Magnagora, this man oozes calm but assured confidence, each movement made with a measure of grace. Control lies accentuated within each simple movement: the pass of the hand, ease of gait, angular turn of the head, all is accented by the lithe muscular form he bears encased in pale, aristocratic flesh. Let no mistake be made, in that it is apparent that he is an ordinary archlich human ouroborian demigod changeling, whose skeletal form towers overhead. His limbs are but bone and dark withered muscle, long and spindly, appearing simultaneously fragile and powerful with all the grace of a trained warrior. His hands are similarly angular, each finger tapering into a thin, sharp-looking point. Bone twists into a rib cage down the centre of his chest, curling over cloth and armour alike, each rib curving to connect to his surprisingly limber spine. The bottom of his sternum extends further downward, splitting into a facsimile of a pelvis, before again splitting, bone growing forth and angling backwards, then upward, splitting again to form shapes similar to a stag's antlers, each tine deadly sharp. From his scarred skull peer two eyes, one merely pale mist whilst the other a dark, glowing gold. Tall spires of bone, sharpening to wicked points, arch from either shoulder.
Item: a tattered robe of necrotic dominance, rippling softly from an unseen wind
Description:
Character Description:
Exhibiting the grand poise worthy of a Lord of Magnagora, this man oozes calm but assured confidence, each movement made with a measure of grace. Control lies accentuated within each simple movement: the pass of the hand, ease of gait, angular turn of the head, all is accented by the lithe muscular form he bears encased in pale, aristocratic flesh. Let no mistake be made, in that it is apparent that he is an ordinary archlich human ouroborian demigod changeling, whose skeletal form towers overhead. His limbs are but bone and dark withered muscle, long and spindly, appearing simultaneously fragile and powerful with all the grace of a trained warrior. His hands are similarly angular, each finger tapering into a thin, sharp-looking point. Bone twists into a rib cage down the centre of his chest, curling over cloth and armour alike, each rib curving to connect to his surprisingly limber spine. The bottom of his sternum extends further downward, splitting into a facsimile of a pelvis, before again splitting, bone growing forth and angling backwards, then upward, splitting again to form shapes similar to a stag's antlers, each tine deadly sharp. From his scarred skull peer two eyes, one merely pale mist whilst the other a dark, glowing gold. Tall spires of bone, sharpening to wicked points, arch from either shoulder.
Item: a tattered robe of necrotic dominance, rippling softly from an unseen wind
Description:
The oblivion of death reigns over this heavy, almost formless robe. The
shape of the body beneath is obscured from throat to toe in thick, deep
black cloth, the tattered hem covering the feet and making the wearer
appear to glide rather than walk. Some shape is added to the upper
portion thanks to the front of a ribcage sewn to the chest. Contrary to
normal skeletal structure, several lengths of bone almost like wings or
additional limbs reach out from the bottom of the ribcage, curving
behind the back and rising up in sharp spikes over the shoulders. A
final deathly flourish is provided by a sheet of transparent, spectrally
treated silk forming tattered sleeves and an ominously glowing mantle.
Item: a skeletal mask of crowned death.
Description:
Item: a skeletal mask of crowned death.
Description:
This macabre mask, shaped almost entirely from bone and secured by
strips of leather, makes a definite statement on the nature of death.
The entire front, from chin to forehead, has been carved from a skull
and lacquered for preservation. The remaining bone has been worked into
spikes and spaced around the forehead, jutting upward in a shape
reminiscent of a crown. The combination of the skull's crown, rictus
grin and empty eye sockets gives the mask a distinct air of amused
arrogance.
Item: a severing scythe
Description:
Rough, unfinished ravenwood comprises the handle of this malicious weapon, nearly as long as the average human is tall. About the midsection of the haft, tattered black fabric has been wrapped about and secured with a rudimentary knot, providing a grip. At the apex of the shaft, the wood swells, one side coming to a carefully-carved point while the other supports the wide, crescent-shaped blade of the weapon. Forged of steel, the edge gleams brightly; though chipped and nicked in places, it nonetheless possesses a deadly honed precision.
Gimmick:
Lysandus stands in front of the crowd and taps the blunt end of a severing scythe on the floor. "As you all know, we Magnagorans have a long history with death, given our ties with Urlach, the Ur'Guard and Necromancy. Unlike others who view it as some sort of taboo or reverence, you may say we worship death to a degree." He looks around solemnly and raised his boney hand clenched into a fist. "What better way to show it off than to be what I think the Aspect of Death would look like." he then expertly twirls the scythe over the air and catches it deftly on his other hand, "Every death, from the smallest mouse, to the strongest Demigod or Ascendant out there or even slaying spawns of Kethuru, I grow stronger, I feed on souls and essence seeping through the wounds of their vessel as the warmth of life slowly fades away." he grins behind his mask, "If given the chance, I would deny the souls going through the tapestry of life and feed on it!" He cackles madly before coughing and nods, "That would be all."
Item: a severing scythe
Description:
Rough, unfinished ravenwood comprises the handle of this malicious weapon, nearly as long as the average human is tall. About the midsection of the haft, tattered black fabric has been wrapped about and secured with a rudimentary knot, providing a grip. At the apex of the shaft, the wood swells, one side coming to a carefully-carved point while the other supports the wide, crescent-shaped blade of the weapon. Forged of steel, the edge gleams brightly; though chipped and nicked in places, it nonetheless possesses a deadly honed precision.
Gimmick:
Lysandus stands in front of the crowd and taps the blunt end of a severing scythe on the floor. "As you all know, we Magnagorans have a long history with death, given our ties with Urlach, the Ur'Guard and Necromancy. Unlike others who view it as some sort of taboo or reverence, you may say we worship death to a degree." He looks around solemnly and raised his boney hand clenched into a fist. "What better way to show it off than to be what I think the Aspect of Death would look like." he then expertly twirls the scythe over the air and catches it deftly on his other hand, "Every death, from the smallest mouse, to the strongest Demigod or Ascendant out there or even slaying spawns of Kethuru, I grow stronger, I feed on souls and essence seeping through the wounds of their vessel as the warmth of life slowly fades away." he grins behind his mask, "If given the chance, I would deny the souls going through the tapestry of life and feed on it!" He cackles madly before coughing and nods, "That would be all."
Lysandus
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Re: Lack of Raves VI: Rave Today, Tweet Tomorrow
I just want everyone to know how EXTREMELY FREAKING AWESOME that Terentia is!!! She's played with such intensity and power that She manages to really IRL make you feel like your CO popped up in the barracks and caught you grumbling about your officers. Sweating. Pressure. DELIGHT. Seriously such a fantastic character, and nails the 'I'm Disappointed, Do Better' vibe while making you actually want to do better instead of just feeling bad and getting discouraged.
Falaine
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Re: QUOTES 8: THE QUOTING
(( Bad Xiran. I distracted Galaphyrae into checking logs and scrolls while she was releasing. And then uh. ))
Timequake in Twilight Pagoda of Gloriana Forest for 1 minute.
Timequake in Twilight Pagoda of Gloriana Forest for 1 minute.
A radiant golden rift is located in the Grey Moors.
You say, "Ah. We should escape."
The atmosphere throughout Twilight Pagoda of Gloriana Forest suddenly contracts as time violently shifts back to its normal timestream. Your entire body shatters as you are stretched across multiple realities.
The existence of Ruiku briefly winks out as they are caught in a temporal timequake.
You see the death occur at beneath the shadow of the Twilight Pagoda.
Galaphyrae has been slain by misadventure.
The existence of Shango briefly winks out as they are caught in a temporal timequake.
You see the death occur at a dusky reliquary.
(IronHart Conflagration): Uzriel says, "How?"
(IronHart Conflagration): Sapphira says, "Science?"
(IronHart Conflagration): Eritheyl says, "Time flies when it's...well, unravelling around you."
(IronHart Conflagration): You say, "Apologies. I got distracted trying to reference scrolls and logs."
And then after Xiran was no longer buried in scroll editing.
You recall that 2021/05/31 04:04:17 - Uzriel said:
"I think Xiran has proven that paperwork kills."
You recall that 2021/05/31 04:04:29 - Eritheyl said:
"What a noble way to die, though. I commend it! Paperwork is great."
Xiran
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Re: Gurashi Draws: An Autobiography
The TLC are heckin' great, Celest is lucky to have Them (Lantra, Carakhan, and Terentia, respectively!)
Gurashi
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Re: Lack of Raves VI: Rave Today, Tweet Tomorrow
Eighteen designs done for the Masquerade...now we pray for timely approvals!
Edit: nineteen. Save me from myself.
Edit: nineteen. Save me from myself.
Eritheyl
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Re: Lack of Raves VI: Rave Today, Tweet Tomorrow
Honestly, super super thrilled by the turnout today. @Kailanna did a wonderful job with the opening speech and it was so great to have a bunch of outsiders come to visit, and appreciate all our little trinkets. Definitely lots of fun to be had through the week, please come and play with us!
Sapphira
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Re: Shrouds
And since there's mention of Gael's scars, but no actual description in the log...just gonna throw this here for completeness:
He is a graceful elfen, standing five feet eight inches tall, composed of gaunt body, gangly limbs, and a vast network of pale white scars, the skin
beneath a ruddy sand color. Straight dirty black hair is tied back into a loose knot at the back of his head, the sides shorn shoddily to the barest
bit of peach fuzz. Sticking out at acute angles from the sides of his head are two prominent pointed ears, just shy of a foot in length, though his
right ear stops well short of half the length of the other, ending in a raw jagged patch of scar-tissue. His forehead and cheeks are marked in an
array of mismatched cuts, no two seemingly in the same direction, all of which pale in comparison to one long, inch wide cut crossing his face
lengthwise from cheekbone to cheekbone. Pale grey, his narrow eyes are hooded by a thick browline, between which is a large hooked nose that angles
slightly down over a thin mouth. The rest of his exposed skin is equally interspersed with old wounds, the highest density of which seem to culminate
across the backs of his hands.
He is wearing:
a red wildewood scarf wrapped multiple times about his neck, but loosely
a shadow-black backpack
a silky cloak of woven starlit night
robes of the dark forest
a pair of shadowy boots.
Gael
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Re: Gurashi Draws: An Autobiography
Eyes wide like a feral animal, Li-varili snarls at your approach as She withdraws to the shadows ofthe lair. She opens Her cracked lips to speak, but the sound that comes out is hoarse from disuse and hardly legible. Again She attempts, and this time only a single word escapes: "Why?"
Gurashi
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