The Compendium of Customized Things

Siam · March 2014

I was interested in the customized stuff people had, so I'm hoping y'all would share!

These can include custom zaps, shouts, beasts, weapons, clothing, items, etc. Do contribute!

Here's mine:

Scroll of Laurels:

Her Siam Star-eyes (Male Tenebrous Demigod)

Your intrusion spirits you away to a suffocating darkness. Worlds away, twin stars glimmer benevolently, indifferent to your plight. The profundity of the vision lingers in your mind as it fades away.

I don't have a custom zap and custom beasts at the moment.

Lavinya · March 2014

the malevolent whip of Ouroborian reprimand
This whip is a gleaming testament to the supremacy of Lord Morgfyre. The malachite handle of jade and ebon striations has been carved to depict tight, serpentine coils, twisting from the tip of the tail at the bottom to the sharply angled head at the top, onyx eyes lit with a malevolent lustre and jaw wide in eternal hunger. Each scale is carved in minute detail and gleams with a chaotic, oil-slick patina. In places the handle is scuffed and worn, signs of great age and suggesting long, vigorous use flaying heretics. From the hungry maw of the serpent spews a braided rope of cloying, nacreous hues that pulses erratically, as though the divinus energies have been manipulated into a more pleasing form. Barely audible sibilant whispers emanate from the whip, hissing judgments upon those that would dare blaspheme He Who Is Legion.

My nose is also customised but I don't like it anymore. It was my first foray into customisation (because I refused to wear something that was ridiculous and piggish) but now when I look at it I cringe. Must redo it.

Portius · March 2014

a sparkling scourge of bees

Six sparkling strands of tiny golden bees sprout from the gilded porcelain handle of this scourge,
each little bee a masterpiece of metalworking, a solid piece of gold with eyes of emerald and
sapphire stingers. The pure white handle is inscribed with grim oaths of loyalty and service to
Hallifax, promising to bring harsh justice to traitors and enemies of the state.

Ileein · March 2014

Shaddus · March 2014

Portius said:

a sparkling scourge of bees

Six sparkling strands of tiny golden bees sprout from the gilded porcelain handle of this scourge,
each little bee a masterpiece of metalworking, a solid piece of gold with eyes of emerald and
sapphire stingers. The pure white handle is inscribed with grim oaths of loyalty and service to
Hallifax, promising to bring harsh justice to traitors and enemies of the state.

In Collectivist Hallifax, Bees Swat You!

Elanorwen · March 2014

Uanor, the tentacled wolf paces impatiently back and forth here, his mass of silver-scaled tentacles writhing through the air.

More wolf than anything else, Uanor is covered in shaggy, dark grey fur the colour of a storm cloud before it releases a torrent of chaos upon the world. Powerful muscles ripple along his form, and huge paws lined with thick claws dig viciously into the ground. His thin lips are curled back in a threatening snarl, revealing a snout full of teeth ready to tear into any being that sets itself in his way, and his argent-hued eyes watch his surroundings with the epitome of alertness. Overall, he appears to be a normal if somewhat large wolf, except for one rather notable feature: extruding from a slight hump on his back is a mass of tentacles, writhing chaotically through the air with grotesque twitches and spasms. The longest attaining a length of three feet and a girth of three inches, each serpentine appendage is wreathed in smooth scales of a greyish-silvery hue that brightens and glimmers where the light hits them. They meld seamlessly with Uanor's back with a colouration comparable to his fur, appearing as natural as the creature's forelegs despite the oddity of their presence. They wave and curl upon themselves even when Uanor is at rest, emulating the very nature of chaos as they disrupt any stillness that deigns to settle around them.

EDIT: When I get around to it, I'll post Tibbers and the custom nose I have on the same character.

Zalana · March 2014

Hmph. I suppose I have to show off mah baby here.

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This is Sea'iqa, the midnight wyvern. Made her about 7? or so years ago.

Coming just over six feet at the shoulder when on all fours, Sea'iqa is a very large wyvern, fully capable of carrying her bonded partner into the air. Her body is built strong and solid, muscles visible as she walks, rippling just below the rich, opalescent black scales that cover her skin. Each scale is marked with tiny veins, some in a deep gold, some a pure silver, some even a red the colour of fresh-spilled blood. Shimmering white highlights the arched spars of her wings, carried over to the graceful horns on her delicate head, as well as her sharp teeth and claws. Her eyes resemble faceted crystals, an unusual opalescent gold in colour, the highlights changing to match her moods. Her back legs are strong and digitigrade, capable of propelling her in great leaps into the air. Her front legs are slightly delicate, more like hands than paws, able to hold onto many things, though not good for delicate manipulation. She tends to walk on her hind legs only, though in an emergency she will run on all fours as needed. Around her neck and upper chest are a pair of thick leather straps, each dyed a deep black, with silver brocading giving them a rich, elegant appearance. These straps hold a small pad to Sea'iqa's neck, giving her bonded a place to sit, balanced just over the main center of gravity.

Tacita · March 2014

Naenia, an inquisitive shadow cat:

Thin tendrils of shadow surround the small body of this cat, shifting over her pale fur like cresting waves. Barely a foot tall, Naenia is a little shorter than the average feline, though her body is long and slender. Her face is rounded, bushy white fur jutting out into vulpine points on either side of her blackened nose. As she moves with the grace of a falling shadow, Naenia's huge eyes peer out at the world around her, eerily resembling pools of dried blood.

An ethereal shadowfire viola:

Of a deep amethyst hue, this finely wrought instrument seems to be made of the very flames that coil lovingly about its form. Umbral motes spark about the ebony pegs, and four thin, glowing heliotrope lines dart down the neck to the bridge and beyond. Almost translucent, these ethereal strings thrum with power even when left unplayed. The shifting black-and-purple surface of this viola seems barely solid, but curves in the natural hourglass shape of the instrument. No chinrest has been settled at the end of the body, licks of shadowflame leaping up as if to caress the neck of the player instead.

An adorable button nose:

Painfully cute in its tiny round perfection, this nose is exquisitely formed. A thin bridge flows down to small, delicately flared nostrils - where, rounded like a small button, the tip of it completes the childlike image.

Shaddus · March 2014

Fountain in Pesukaru's Manse

White marble and gold has been formed into a small fountain here, capped with an ivory lyrebird.

Crafted from snow-white marble shot throughout with veins of gold, this fountain is immaculately clean as well as aesthetically pleasing. The central pillar is gold, set with rubies in a tight spiral which culminates in an ivory sculpture of a lyrebird, his signature tailfeathers arched over his back as he gazes off into the distance. Clear, crisp water burbles from his open beak, cascading down the pillar to end in the lower level of the fountain, a pentagonal pool of marble. The sound of the falling liquid fills the surrounding area, sending a sense of peace and tranquility throughout the garden.

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Shaddus' first jakari

Short Desc: Gleipnir

Long Desc: Gleipnir lies here, surrounded by a miasma of fear.

Ext Desc: This chain is long and slender, yet crushingly strong despite its size. Created of the sound of a cats footfall, the beard of a woman, the roots of a mountain, a bears sinews, a fishs breath, and birds spittle, this chain is truly one of a kind. Dark pulses of energy run up and down the length, giving the impression of life despite the aura of fear and death surrounding it.

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Pesukaru's nose

a softly furred raccoon nose

A softly furred raccoon nose rests on the ground here, inquisitively pointed into the air.

Shaped like the pointed, furry snout of a racoon, this small item fits over the wearer's nose neatly. Brindled fur covers the nose except for the very tip, a moist black bit of flesh.

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Shaddus' nihilist symbol

a foreboding symbol of dementia

Smouldering on the ground is a small bone symbol, inscribed with runes of madness.

Stark white bone from an unknown source has been formed into a sort of crucifix around the size of a human's hand. Runes of madness have been deeply carved into the surface of this forboding piece of ritualistic artistry. A soft gibbering emits from the symbol, tickling at the ears and filling the mind with a soft buzz just beyond the normal hearing range. Set into the base of the symbol is a small steel plate inset with emeralds in the shape of Illith, the Leviathan.

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Shaddus · March 2014

Pesukaru's Manse Dweller

Name: Tae'Dien

Short: Tae'Dien, Clockwork Custodian

Long: Melodic ticking emanates from a stalwart automaton, guarding the surrounding area with a stern gaze.

Extended: Shaped like a massive tae'dae, silver and platinum mesh form the outer skin of this automaton. Missing patches of metallic skin betray the inner workings, cables and wires over golden gears and sprockets. His eyes are formed of highly polished powerstones, the irises intensely purple with flecks of gold and green. A tessellating pattern of diamond-shaped plates covers his chest and back, protecting vital systems while the mesh over his massive paws seems to be reinforced for work or manual labour. Standing at around two and a half metres tall, Tae'Dien bears a stamp of the Star of Celest upon his forehead. An odd ticking sound comes from the region of his chest, much like a metronome in tempo.

Enter: A methodical ticking precedes a clockwork tae'dae, stomping from the $DIR.

Leave: The sound of ticking fades as a clockwork tae'dae stomps off to the $DIR.

Death: Finally silenced, a pile of metallic scrap is all that remains of a clockwork tae'dae.

Xenthos · March 2014

Dark marks adorn the pristine white fur of this enormous leopard, black rosettes strewn across it in an inverse image of the night sky. Tensed muscle flows beneath her fur with each movement, elegantly graceful and obviously deadly. Her shoulders rise to an impressive height of six feet, far larger than the normal leopard. Bright blue eyes sparkle above a blackened muzzle, alight with curiosity. Powerful jaws generally conceal deadly white fangs, each revealed to be gleaming white when she bares them. Her paws, each as large as a Faeling's head, make no noise as she walks-- evidence of her care apparent with each step she takes. A long tail, similarly patterned with dark rosettes, occasionally lashes behind her.
Ilistala, an enormous leopard has an air of extreme strength.
She weighs about 1200 pounds.

Kagato · March 2014

Might as well share my customised goodies...

Umbra Tenuitas, Symbol of Serenity (my customised Celestine Symbol)

Unlike traditional symbols wielded by guardians, this weapon has been crafted from the finest of metals. The main body of the symbol is crafted from pure platinum, the outer rim made of gold that has been engraved with Celestine scriptures on the front, on the back is engraved "Always be honest to oneself and to others. To lie to yourself or to them is to murder part of them as if you had taken a weapon to it.", the entire weapon polished to a flawless shine. In the centre of the symbol, the seal of Elohora is crafted with loving care. Threads of light essence that have been stabilised with crushed powerstone are carefully worked into the seal and scripture engravings, causing the entire weapon to gleam with a soft aura of light. On the back of the weapon a perfect engraving of the City of Celest as seen from the Inner Sea has been engraved, the Star of Celest depicted prominently above the city.

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Emeraude, the Mizuchi (my custom pet)

Looming over many of the taller races, this serpentine beasts golden eyes gleam with intelligence. This mizuchi's lithe body is covered with tough, yet flexible scales in a myriad of blues, ranging from the light shade of the noon sky, to the darkest hue of the icy depths of the inner sea. Two frills of dark sapphire sprout from the sides of her head, a ridge of tough, sharp spikes also runs along her back, from between her pointed ears, coming to an end a third of the way down her body. Her tail splits off into an elegant, three-piece fan, each piece being the same dark sapphire as the frills on her head. Between her eyes, a pristine, teardrop-shaped, blood-red garnet has been embedded into her forehead, the distinct contrast in colour enough to catch the eye of most people, gleaming beautifully as it catches and reflects any available light.

Custom reaction for her (happens at random): The garnet embedded in Emeraude's forehead gives a flare of light, turning clear as diamond as the symbols of each of the nine domoth appears briefly within, the gem finally returning to its original blood-red colour.

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Yuna, the Kea (non-combat inventory dweller)

This kea is a mischievous bird, her deep brown eyes glinting with intelligence and humor as she looks for things to play with or to add to her hoard. Her feathers are a myriad of colours, starting with dark olive feathers on her face and head, blending to a colourful orange-red on her back and rump. As she flexes her wings, a wave of colour can be seen on the underside, starting with a bright orange and blending down to bands of slate grey and snow white. Her beak is long, narrow and viciously hooked, belying her mischievous nature and showing she is quite capable of causing some damage if angered.

(also has some reactions, but can't be buggered listing all of them =p)

Anita · March 2014

an orchid and poppy etched athame touched with hoarfrost

Glowing with a subtle silver light, this athame has been crafted of the purest of silver and infused with the very essence of the Ethereal Serenwilde. The double-edged blade is thin, more for ornamentation rather than an actual weapon, and its gleaming surface is etched with mystic runes amid a myriad of delicate gemstone orchids and poppies. Upon closer inspection of the etchings, one can see the meticulous detail that has gone into the crafting of this dagger and the flowers that grace it. Minute moonstones have been embedded into the blade to form tiny, bell shaped creations that are the orchids, while the palest of azure sapphires have been expertly shaped into the exquisite, sleek petals of the poppies which surround a whorl of onyx stamen in their centres. The most unsettling feature of the athame is the entire blade is coated in a thin layer of hoarfrost, glimmering in any available light. The hilt, seeming worn in places, is of soft, plain blackened leather, the only decoration being a small acorn engraved in gold on the end, surrounded by tiny, tiny emerald roots.

Alary · March 2014

my custom staff: a mercurial ivory staff streaked with scarlet

Formed from pure ivory, reality wavers and warps around this staff. Intricately carved designs cover the body of the staff. Smoothed from age and use, many of them have been rendered indistinct. Those still visible seem to be visages of creatures from within the Void. Other symbols are carved right out of Mysraian lore, words and motifs caked with scarlet blood. Blotches of scarlet sit here and there, a pattern of pure randomness to their placement. Upon closer inspection it is seen that the scarlet is not blood, but a heavy dye. In lieu of a base, this staff has a finely carved tip, sharpened into a pointed blade. Trapped on the top, held in by ivory claws of various species, is a flowing ball of mercury. It ebbs and flows on a whim, warping the reality around it with each pulse.

I am super proud of this.

Lendren · March 2014

a scuffed mandolin bearing the stories of the road

This mandolin must once have been proud and shining, its cherrywood body buffed and polished to a fine sheen, since in a few spots that gleam is still seen. However, most of the mandolin's surface is now scuffed with a variety of blemishes, each bump and bruise telling a tale to the observant eye of the mandolin's many travels, the roads on which it was carried and played, the weather it has endured and withstood, and the trials it has survived. A smudged spatter of several colours of paint on the top of the mandolin's bowl-shaped body clearly were picked up while its owner was painting something; careful examination shows the streaking resulting from an attempt to wipe the paint off before it dried, not entirely successfully. Below this, a gouge running diagonally across the instrument's back looks to have been carved by a blade of some sort, suggesting a day of danger in mortal combat. A bruise on the instrument's face reveals very fine grooves left by sand, perhaps a sandstorm in a visit to the desert; below this, a progressive wearing of grooves below the mandolin's sound-hole speaks of countless strums, suggesting the instrument has shared its voice in a lifetime's music. The fretboard is blotched and the neck slightly twisted by water damage, and coated in a fine patina of the dust of the road, though it's clear someone's made tiny adjustments to the frets to let the mandolin be played despite the warping of the neck. A notch missing from one of the tuning pegs is in the shape of an animal's tooth, though it's impossible to tell what kind of animal it was. Through all this history of danger and merriment, the instrument has been cared for, not to keep it from showing its history in its lines and bruises, but to ensure its song is just as sweet as ever it was in its youth, though perhaps deepened in timbre by some of the changes, lending its merry tune a note of the wisdom of time and travels.

Giallyn, a humble song sparrow

At first glance, the song sparrow looks to be a fairly common bird, very small with a brown crest and wings, a white underbelly with dark streaks, and a long, brown rounded tail. There is a dark flickering at the edges of her wings and feathers, whorls and eddies of the colors of aetherspace. Closer examination conveys a dizzying, perspective-defying impression of an impossibly large algontherine entity, somehow projected by a trick of the light to appear as the humblest of birds. When the song sparrow opens her beak, her tiny body pours forth a long, beautiful melody.

a tetrahedral puzzle made of insubstantial coloured light

Complex triangular shapes made of nothing more than insubsantial coloured light hang in the air in the form of a tetrahedron, suggesting complex patterns of relationships between the colours. They shift easily in the hands, though every movement of one block of colour causes others to shift as well. While all the colours of the rainbow are present, the patterns are dominated by reds, greens, yellows, and blues, each enough to fill one side of the tetrahedron with intermediate hues along the edges and vertices. Though the colours are bright and fully saturated, one can just barely see through them, revealing whatever lies behind the puzzle, brightly painted in shifting colours.

a musical puzzle of sliding tiles

Deceptively simple, this puzzle is nothing more than a square frame of wood, in which fifteen tiles sit, each a fourth as wide and tall as the larger square. With the sixteenth space vacant, the tiles can be slid around to exchange their positions. Depicted on each tile is a fragment of musical notation, notes and rests and chords ornamented with accidentals and arpeggios, jumbled yet suggesting the proper arrangement could produce the score of a simple song, or even that several different configurations of tiles might produce different songs. Sliding the tiles produce the snatches of melodies and fragmented harmonies depicted upon them and their neighbors, while completing a solution causes a faint echo of the depicted song to resonate in the air, vibrating on strands of aether.

a puzzle bouquet of interwoven flowers

At first glance, this is nothing more than an elegantly arranged bouquet of flowers, made up of a variety of species of the colourful blooms but predominantly including red roses, white orchids, blue tulips, and yellow lilies. These flowers are woven one into the other, forming beautiful contrasts and revealing aesthetic relationships between their shapes and hues. The arrangement of the blooms can be adjusted through gentle movements, shifting one flower and then another to different relative positions to reveal new patterns, new harmonies of beauty and form.

a folding puzzle of Starfall family portraits

A flat sheet of some unknown black substance, this puzzle is divided up by diagonal lines into a host of small diamond and triangle shapes, each of which shows a fragment of an image, a small part of someone's face. The diagonal lines are hinges on which the puzzle can be pivoted, reconfiguring it into an uncountable number of different shapes, from a simple rectangle to a variety of more complicated configurations; and as the diamonds and triangles are rearranged through sequences of folds, the images on them can be coaxed to coalesce into any of dozens of portraits, images of members of the Starfall family. Most of these images can be achieved only in the more complex configurations; only four can be obtained on the full face of the puzzle. One of these is a dark-skinned faeling fluttering before a rainbow; another, an aslaran woman with red streaks, standing before an image of a red rose; the next is an elfen woman with braided brown hair, standing amidst a cloud of butterflies; and the last is a young faeling girl dancing in a field of yellow daffodils. As the puzzle is folded, these images shift slightly before disappearing into the jumble of mismatched image fragments, and when it returns to one of the portraits, the person depicted seems to have shifted position, never returning to precisely the same pose.

a cameo of the shifting seasons

This small cameo has been carved from an unfamiliar material, lightly grained like a soft wood but with a sheen and texture more like ivory, and a faint silver iridescence reminiscent of pearl. Engraved on the cameo is a bucolic forest scene, depicting a grove of trees bisected by a small brook and populated by tiny woodland creatures like squirrels, butterflies, songbirds, and deer. Almost too slowly to be seen, this image shifts progressively through the seasons over the course of a day: the trees grow new leaves which change colour and fall off, the stream's flow picks up and drops off before freezing over and thawing, and even the ground shifts between muddy brown, grassy green, the gold of autumn hay and leaves, and the speckled white of winter's snow.

Shifting flower petals and fallen leaves take the shape of a five-petaled floral pentagram on the workshop floor.

The jumble of the workshop floor is strewn with colourful flower petals and fallen leaves in the hues of all the seasons, or so it seems at first. A closer look reveals a larger image: the leaves and petals arrayed as coloured tiles on a floor are sometimes placed to depict some pattern or picture. In this case, the floral tiles depict a bright, five-petaled flower of indeterminate species, the colours of its petals variegated from lighter hues at the tips to deeper tones at the flower's heart. What magic caused the wind-blown leaves and petals to form this shape is still present, since stray breezes cause them to flutter, glide, shift, and then fall as if by happenstance to form another five-petaled flower, and then another, a constantly changing story of beauty forming itself from the natural movements of life.

There's a bunch more, but this is already a lot.

Siam · March 2014

I've always loved that pentagram.

Eritheyl · March 2014

a viola wrought of ever-changing dreamstuff

Its composition changing between a thousand or more things as you watch, a strange viola defies reality as it exists here.

Like smoke and essence and starlight given material form, this instrument is small but thrumming with an audible pulse that bespeaks a form much greater than what is seen by the eye. Its colour, translucence and even shape unravel and remake themselves from one moment to the next: from an expanse of star-shot black to resin-rubbed strands of thread, a faceted whittling of ice to a nigh formless thing of roiling fog - even on the occasion scattering as grains of sand - so does this viola drift between forms unwieldy or simply impossible. Alone in constancy are four strings of coiled voidcopper, growing longer, shorter or snapping like whips at the open air as the instrument beneath is reformed and undone again and again. The containing aura which surrounds the viola hisses and flares with an eldritch light at the moment of every flux in reality, either in warning or as a simple flare to tantalise the eye and thus subject one to its soothing, almost hypnotic series of change.

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Chencha, a dracnari ventriloquist doll

With a slack-jawed and vacant expression, this wooden dracnari doll waits to be brought to life.

Dressed in a quaint reproduction of a harem dancer's vest and trousers, this wooden doll's appearance and proportions alike hold true to those of any rapscallion dracnari, from his flexible tail to a crown of nubby horns. Each handcarved scale is painted a myrtle green, further accented by shining powder and lending an odd, lifelike quality to the planes of his face and ever-grinning maw. From within the recesses of his skull shine polished orbs of yellow tourmaline, the rendering of each slitted pupil ringed by more opaque gold and perfect in symmetrical inclusions of obsidian. His hinged and tooth-lined mandible hangs loose in wait for his puppeteer, and affixed at the wrist of each tiny arm can be seen a thin rod with which to subtly manipulate the clawed appendages.

With your mighty index finger extended, you poke Chencha, a dracnari ventriloquist doll.

The doll reacts with an inhuman screech, clamping its pointed wooden teeth around your finger in swift retribution.

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Your Custom Zap (Approved):

1: You stop in place, whispering fervent litanies of devotion as you condemn Target to witness the maddening calls from beyond the Void.

3: Eritheyl suddenly stops in place, bowing his head and whispering litanies in flowing, alien syllables, palms raised as if in offering.

1t: Strains of chanting echo in your ears, wroth and unseen energies sapping your strength as your vision darkens with glimpses of surreal nothings.

3t: Target seems to grow distant, swaying and murmuring in a rapture of forgotten tongues as he/she shudders and jerks with untold pain.

Area: Strains of chanting in a long-dead tongue drift by upon the winds, an unmistakable sense of dread lingering before it too gives way to naught.

Elanorwen · March 2014

a pink kitten nose with long whiskers

This tiny item has been shaped to fit perfectly and snugly around the wearer's nose. The skin is a rosy pink colour, and long white whiskers extend from both sides, making it look like a very realistic nose of a small kitten.

Tibbers the giant teddy bear

A giant plush bear is here, looming over his surroundings with a smouldering gaze.

Thick blankets of lavender fur have been sewn together, shaping the cuddly bulk of this giant teddy bear into the imposing form that looms over the area. His hands and feet blush a darker shade of violet to contrast his fluffy pelt, while almost feathery alabaster fur spreads across his round stomach, plush and inviting. Mauve threads define where his furs are stitched together, threaded with the occasional filament of distracting pink. Though hunched, the teddy bear is easily taller than an igasho, with flint claws the width of a human's forearm and arms and legs as broad as tree-trunks. Disproportionately miniscule ears embellish the side of his head, dwarfed by each narrow fang in his grinning muzzle, and his face is illuminated in the dim glow of his eyes, which smoulder and waver between red and orange and black, as defiant embers in ash. Though he still resembles an outsized child's toy, he looks wholly unfit for snuggling; his fangs and claws seem to defy any who would approach him for a hug or cuddle.

Maellio · March 2014

Mael's hippogriff

Short:

Szariec, the amethyst-horned hippogriff

Room:

An amethyst-horned hippogriff rests here, lazing serenely within a cloud of drifting crystals.

Examined:

Crystals of all shapes, sizes, and colours spin languidly about this enormous hippogriff, tracing inscrutable patterns through the air around his bulky form. Possessed of the same chimaeric ancestry as his smaller brethren, this hippogriff's long, black-beaked equine head is crowned with a forest of branching crystalline horns of translucent amethyst. Portions of his horns seem fluid and ethereal, whole sections floating disconnected from the whole while bits occasionally drift off to join the cloud around him. Smaller crystals pepper his stout neck, surrounded by a thick mane of flossy lilac filaments. Truncated, bat-like wings grow from his broad shoulders - mottled feathers of amethyst and opal giving way to a transparent membrane veined with gold - too small to do more than cloak his bowled flanks. A feathery, blue roan coat covers his massive equine frame, musculature ill-defined along his pot-bellied body though immediately apparent in his densely muscled feline forepaws and mammoth-sized horse hindquarters. A long, serpentine tail trails out behind him, its coiling length covered in a thick grey down. At its tip delicate petals of smoky quartz spiral together into a shape reminiscent of a large pine cone, which glows with lantern-like lambency. He is called 'Szariec.'

Siam · March 2014

@Eritheyl, I loooove that viola.

Aiyana · March 2014

Mogwog, the lumbering rockeater

Appearing a bit larger than his already over sized deepstone cousins, this heavy-set rockeater looks as if his is body made completely out of dark volcanic rock. At closer inspection, one can see flecks of many stones, both precious and not, within his stony skin, and jagged, glittering shards of gem poking out of his back and joints. He seems to shift about often and saunters ungracefully with a lumbering gait resembling that of a bear. Upon his bulky form, many colours have sunk in after having been painted on in various childish images and small runes, few still having semblance of their original shape. His huge, clumsy hands sport three stubby fingers and a thumb, each ending in a hooked, steel claw. A pair of stone antlers with a total of eight points emerge from his block- shaped head. Tied to his antlers are long strings, upon them chunks of marble with painted runes and throbbing, prismatic dream motes. Tiny and beady black eyes that have a spark of intelligence within them squint from behind a low brow. A strong jaw juts out into a horrific under bite with sharp teeth made up of cloudy diamonds. Around his waist is tied a loincloth of deer hide, hiding any indecencies. A number of aromatic medicine bags and pouches of various dyes, colourful beads, and brilliant patterns are tied to the waistband of his loincloth. Grey smoke escapes his nostrils with his every exhalation and his barrel-chest gives soft rumbling honks as he breathes.

With a loud honk, Mogwog, the lumbering rockeater, uses his fist to push himself off to the XYZ.

His gem-filled insides gleaming with beautiful luminescence, Mogwog, the lumbering rockeater lays here, broken into cold, lifeless bits and pieces.

Honk honk. (He's long-due for a redo. Saving time!)

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