a striped pyjama squid This striped brown-and-white cuttlefish crawls about with eight arms, hunching
low to the ground to avoid detection from predators. As small and plump as a
dumpling, the pyjama squid has a rounded shell and blinks out with pale orange
eyes. Two tentacles for feeding flail about as if feeling ahead of him, prepared
to hoist himself onwards to vanish at the slightest sense of danger.
He weighs about 5 pounds.
a translucent glass squid With an elongated mantle a meter long, this squid is marked by a remarkable,
jellyfish-like translucency. His swollen and buoyant body possesses two short
tentacle arms which extend in thin rows of sucker-like hooks, grasping the air.
Gleaming with a clear transparency, the squid's digestive organs are eerily
visible, reflecting the available light.
He weighs about 5 pounds.
a speckled bobtail squid Barely larger than a sovereign, this squid's pearlescent body is speckled with
small purple spots and emits a faint shimmering light. A finless mantle makes up
more than half of the minute creature, below which large eyes glimmer like gems.
Beneath the shimmering eyes hang ten miniscule tentacles covered in small
suckers that wiggle and reach curiously about as the squid floats about
playfully.
He weighs about 5 pounds.
a rotund piglet squid This squid's protruding siphon is his defining feature, sticking out like a
piglet's snout from a melon-like mantle. Tentacles rise up from the base of the
siphon, resembling nothing so much as a wild shock of hair. Shining jet black
eyes stare out from below the tentacles in contrast to the squid's white,
translucent skin, which reveals the faint outline of tissues within.
He weighs about 5 pounds.
a jewelled reef squid A vision of aquatic beauty, this little reef squid glitters with jewelled
opulence. His sapphire body glistens with all the vibrance of the Inner Sea's
sunlit shallows, while gemlike chromatophores drench him with sparkling
rubescence from the tip of his mantle to his tiny suckers. Beryl lines ring him
in hypnotic waves, a pattern broken only by the dark, fathomless eyes on either
side of his head. Scarcely the size of a human's hand, he wriggles his many
grasping tentacles with probing intent as gossamer fins carry him in lazy,
twirling circles.
He weighs about 5 pounds.
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A jagged line of sparkling motes ripples in the air, and out steps a moonglow maiden.
A moonglow maiden flutters about, her dark, slender hands tracing supplications in the air.
As this fae maiden flits about, a shimmer plays across her dewy skin like fireflies dancing in the dark, her complexion the rich hue of black walnut. Short, kinky ringlets fan out in a flaxen halo even with the fern and flower crown set upon her springy curls. The honeyed fragrance of plum blossoms and dainty lunaflowers weaves with some earthy pungency as her hands move to moonsong. The invigorating perfume wafts from flowers circling a slender wrist, their ruffled petals swaying like azure moonfire.
Avechary 700 CE lecturer
The dark complexion of this elegant scholar is in perfect harmony with the earth-hued sari they wear with ease, its silks and linens neat and lustrous. They wear their black wavy hair loose, falling to the shoulders and swept away from the face to allow their lilac-hued eyes to stand out. A pale crystal brooch depicting a flower adorns the sari, but with its multifaceted cut and translucent nature, it is impossible to tell what bloom it is representing. They carry all of their lecture materials in their arms, electing not to ruin the outfit with any satchels or pouches.
An elfen scholar seems strong and confident.
Dvarsh 700 CE lecturer
Easily spotted as an academic from afar, the thin frame and hunched posture of
this middle-aged dracnari man speak of a life spent poring over tomes and
scrolls. Like tiny half-moons, golden spectacles are delicately perched within
the mountainous ridges of his angular snout, nearly lost to the glittering
yellow scales that adorn his flesh. Set deep into his face, a pair of sharp
brown eyes squint out at the world around him from beneath a heavy brow that
hosts a single ruby nestled in the centre of his forehad around a tattoo of a
third eye. Wearing a tidy set of cream and burgundy robes, he carries himself
with the air of a respectable gentleman, and every movement of his long limbs
and gesture of his razor-sharp claws is exact.
An enthusiastic dracnari scholar seems strong and confident.
Some pretty Dreamlands descriptions, since it's not easy to reach them.
Amid fallen blocks of milky, weed-tangled marble.
Wisps of velvety indigo fog blanket the ground, ebbing into the area from a
healing shrine of Drocilla nearby. In the past standing tall and intimidating
like stoic stone guardians, enormous slabs hewn from ivory marble line overgrown
paths leading in various directions through the forest. Long since fallen into a
sad state of disarray and dilapidation, many of them have been knocked over and
cracked clean through from the severe force of impact. Several low-lying, berry-
laden shrubs and colourful wildflowers encroach upon these chunks of rock, and
long grasses and stubborn weeds peek through even the most minute fissures in
the milky stone. Some of the fallen slabs even serve host to various smaller
forms of wildlife. Foxes curl up in a hidden burrow beneath one hunk of rock; a
porcupine and her spiky offspring rattle their quills by another; and a fawn
lies behind a third slab, waiting for her mother.
Buckler pond enclosed by blood ferns.
A perfectly circular pond sits in the middle of the area, filled with a silver
water-like liquid. It has the pristine reflectiveness of a mirror and resembles
a giant buckler. The surface appears completely tranquil, and any attempts to
disturb it are met with only the slightest of reactions which rapidly fade.
Along the shore and away from it grow hundreds of blood ferns, their stalks and
blades both an impossible shade of red. An iron smell permeates the vicinity,
reminiscent of freshly spilled gore. The ground is damp but not soggy, just
enough to capture footprints in the dark brown sand.
Far-reaching and climbing woodbine.
Impressive in their stance and height, twins of oak congregate into a small
copse upon the hillock, their roots peeking through the stone and ignorant of
the sudden drop from here to far below. Their bark would be paper-soft, marked
with scales of brown-grey; however, coiling vines of woodbine have ensnared
them. The verdant twine is graced by sporadically blooming flowers: two-lipped
and tubular, with a creamy colouration similar to that of freshly gathered milk.
The air is hugged with the scent of honey, and in the darker pockets of shade
beneath the canopy, the scent is strong enough to summon a near consistent visit
from a flock of hummingbirds. An oak sapling clings tenaciously to the ground
here.
Overlooking the Dreamlands.
Here, the ground rises into a rocky hillock broken up by an outcropping of glass
-coloured stone, nearly as tall as the trees that expand far into the horizon.
Indeed, the view encompasses the entirety of the Dreamlands: verdant canopies
peppered with pockets of white-leaved trees, the occasional dip where a creek
runs through the trees, and even the distant shapes of some of the chapels to
the Gods. Only a handful of trees are taller than this hillock, though their
branches fail to block out the sight of the marble-white Citadel that appears to
effortlessly float amongst the clouds. A murmurous cacophony, the sounds of the
forests rise and fall in volume with stirring of the breeze. An oak sapling
clings tenaciously to the ground here.
Drowsy rock faces.
The air is filled with hundreds of dancing embers from a healing shrine of
Yomoigu nearby. Breaking up the verdancy of the trees and the shrubs, a handful
of granite boulders stand like jagged teeth from the ground, crushing the dark
carpets of grash beneath them. Different in size and shape, the faces of these
boulders look exactly that: faces. Where various lines and crags create fissures
across the stone, and mineral deposits of quartz and other basic gemstones
scatter in patches, these boulders become visages unto themselves. A nose, eyes,
the curve of a lip; face after face, each of which looks strangely familiar, as
if you knew someone with that exact face as well, stare down with a down-cast,
drowsy expression. These sleeping rocks are made all the more real, as the
stirring of the wind through the canopies overhead makes the curious susurration
of a snore.
A broken path through the forest.
Here the well-trodden path becomes somewhat mired with brambles and nettles. The
savage plants encroach upon the track maliciously, reaching out with barbed
tendrils in an attempt to meet one another across the path and render it
entirely unusable. A sweet scent hangs in the air, emanating from the berries
hidden within the brambles, and providing a slight juxtaposition to the savage
foliage.
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a striped pyjama squid
This striped brown-and-white cuttlefish crawls about with eight arms, hunching low to the ground to avoid detection from predators. As small and plump as a dumpling, the pyjama squid has a rounded shell and blinks out with pale orange eyes. Two tentacles for feeding flail about as if feeling ahead of him, prepared to hoist himself onwards to vanish at the slightest sense of danger.
He weighs about 5 pounds.
a translucent glass squid
With an elongated mantle a meter long, this squid is marked by a remarkable, jellyfish-like translucency. His swollen and buoyant body possesses two short tentacle arms which extend in thin rows of sucker-like hooks, grasping the air. Gleaming with a clear transparency, the squid's digestive organs are eerily visible, reflecting the available light.
He weighs about 5 pounds.
a speckled bobtail squid
Barely larger than a sovereign, this squid's pearlescent body is speckled with small purple spots and emits a faint shimmering light. A finless mantle makes up more than half of the minute creature, below which large eyes glimmer like gems. Beneath the shimmering eyes hang ten miniscule tentacles covered in small suckers that wiggle and reach curiously about as the squid floats about playfully.
He weighs about 5 pounds.
a rotund piglet squid
This squid's protruding siphon is his defining feature, sticking out like a piglet's snout from a melon-like mantle. Tentacles rise up from the base of the siphon, resembling nothing so much as a wild shock of hair. Shining jet black eyes stare out from below the tentacles in contrast to the squid's white, translucent skin, which reveals the faint outline of tissues within.
He weighs about 5 pounds.
a jewelled reef squid
A vision of aquatic beauty, this little reef squid glitters with jewelled opulence. His sapphire body glistens with all the vibrance of the Inner Sea's sunlit shallows, while gemlike chromatophores drench him with sparkling rubescence from the tip of his mantle to his tiny suckers. Beryl lines ring him in hypnotic waves, a pattern broken only by the dark, fathomless eyes on either side of his head. Scarcely the size of a human's hand, he wriggles his many grasping tentacles with probing intent as gossamer fins carry him in lazy, twirling circles.
He weighs about 5 pounds.
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A jagged line of sparkling motes ripples in the air, and out steps a moonglow maiden.
A moonglow maiden flutters about, her dark, slender hands tracing supplications in the air.
As this fae maiden flits about, a shimmer plays across her dewy skin like fireflies dancing in the dark, her complexion the rich hue of black walnut. Short, kinky ringlets fan out in a flaxen halo even with the fern and flower crown set upon her springy curls. The honeyed fragrance of plum blossoms and dainty lunaflowers weaves with some earthy pungency as her hands move to moonsong. The invigorating perfume wafts from flowers circling a slender wrist, their ruffled petals swaying like azure moonfire.
(Inspirations: Lisaera's Maiden description, Her fae maiden appearing in this log, and flowers in the healed Tar Pits quest.)
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Avechary 700 CE lecturer
The dark complexion of this elegant scholar is in perfect harmony with the earth-hued sari they wear with ease, its silks and linens neat and lustrous. They wear their black wavy hair loose, falling to the shoulders and swept away from the face to allow their lilac-hued eyes to stand out. A pale crystal brooch depicting a flower adorns the sari, but with its multifaceted cut and translucent nature, it is impossible to tell what bloom it is representing. They carry all of their lecture materials in their arms, electing not to ruin the outfit with any satchels or pouches.
An elfen scholar seems strong and confident.
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Dvarsh 700 CE lecturer
Easily spotted as an academic from afar, the thin frame and hunched posture of this middle-aged dracnari man speak of a life spent poring over tomes and scrolls. Like tiny half-moons, golden spectacles are delicately perched within the mountainous ridges of his angular snout, nearly lost to the glittering yellow scales that adorn his flesh. Set deep into his face, a pair of sharp brown eyes squint out at the world around him from beneath a heavy brow that hosts a single ruby nestled in the centre of his forehad around a tattoo of a third eye. Wearing a tidy set of cream and burgundy robes, he carries himself with the air of a respectable gentleman, and every movement of his long limbs and gesture of his razor-sharp claws is exact.
An enthusiastic dracnari scholar seems strong and confident.
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Some pretty Dreamlands descriptions, since it's not easy to reach them.
Amid fallen blocks of milky, weed-tangled marble.
Wisps of velvety indigo fog blanket the ground, ebbing into the area from a healing shrine of Drocilla nearby. In the past standing tall and intimidating like stoic stone guardians, enormous slabs hewn from ivory marble line overgrown paths leading in various directions through the forest. Long since fallen into a sad state of disarray and dilapidation, many of them have been knocked over and cracked clean through from the severe force of impact. Several low-lying, berry- laden shrubs and colourful wildflowers encroach upon these chunks of rock, and long grasses and stubborn weeds peek through even the most minute fissures in the milky stone. Some of the fallen slabs even serve host to various smaller forms of wildlife. Foxes curl up in a hidden burrow beneath one hunk of rock; a porcupine and her spiky offspring rattle their quills by another; and a fawn lies behind a third slab, waiting for her mother.
Buckler pond enclosed by blood ferns.
A perfectly circular pond sits in the middle of the area, filled with a silver water-like liquid. It has the pristine reflectiveness of a mirror and resembles a giant buckler. The surface appears completely tranquil, and any attempts to disturb it are met with only the slightest of reactions which rapidly fade. Along the shore and away from it grow hundreds of blood ferns, their stalks and blades both an impossible shade of red. An iron smell permeates the vicinity, reminiscent of freshly spilled gore. The ground is damp but not soggy, just enough to capture footprints in the dark brown sand.
Far-reaching and climbing woodbine.
Impressive in their stance and height, twins of oak congregate into a small copse upon the hillock, their roots peeking through the stone and ignorant of the sudden drop from here to far below. Their bark would be paper-soft, marked with scales of brown-grey; however, coiling vines of woodbine have ensnared them. The verdant twine is graced by sporadically blooming flowers: two-lipped and tubular, with a creamy colouration similar to that of freshly gathered milk. The air is hugged with the scent of honey, and in the darker pockets of shade beneath the canopy, the scent is strong enough to summon a near consistent visit from a flock of hummingbirds. An oak sapling clings tenaciously to the ground here.
Overlooking the Dreamlands.
Here, the ground rises into a rocky hillock broken up by an outcropping of glass -coloured stone, nearly as tall as the trees that expand far into the horizon. Indeed, the view encompasses the entirety of the Dreamlands: verdant canopies peppered with pockets of white-leaved trees, the occasional dip where a creek runs through the trees, and even the distant shapes of some of the chapels to the Gods. Only a handful of trees are taller than this hillock, though their branches fail to block out the sight of the marble-white Citadel that appears to effortlessly float amongst the clouds. A murmurous cacophony, the sounds of the forests rise and fall in volume with stirring of the breeze. An oak sapling clings tenaciously to the ground here.
Drowsy rock faces.
The air is filled with hundreds of dancing embers from a healing shrine of Yomoigu nearby. Breaking up the verdancy of the trees and the shrubs, a handful of granite boulders stand like jagged teeth from the ground, crushing the dark carpets of grash beneath them. Different in size and shape, the faces of these boulders look exactly that: faces. Where various lines and crags create fissures across the stone, and mineral deposits of quartz and other basic gemstones scatter in patches, these boulders become visages unto themselves. A nose, eyes, the curve of a lip; face after face, each of which looks strangely familiar, as if you knew someone with that exact face as well, stare down with a down-cast, drowsy expression. These sleeping rocks are made all the more real, as the stirring of the wind through the canopies overhead makes the curious susurration of a snore.
A broken path through the forest.
Here the well-trodden path becomes somewhat mired with brambles and nettles. The savage plants encroach upon the track maliciously, reaching out with barbed tendrils in an attempt to meet one another across the path and render it entirely unusable. A sweet scent hangs in the air, emanating from the berries hidden within the brambles, and providing a slight juxtaposition to the savage foliage.
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