Lack of Raves V: Stark Ravin' Glad
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Kneeling, you brush your fingers gently about a curiously grey flower. Delicate blooms in the shape of bells hang drooping from its stem, the tips of their petals curling upwards, as if reaching for the sky. The soft heads are velvety beneath your fingertips; they remind you of a gentle lover's touch. Melancholy fills your chest at the thought, but as the feeling begins to cause you pain, the grey blossoms fill with vibrant colour. The bells become a peerless blue, the stems and leaves verdant. At once your heart lifts, sadness replaced with a deep and abiding ardour that shall never fade so long as bluebells grow.
And gee thanks.. Been toying with the idea of joining a Order again.. Then this. Going into my corner to pout now.
The sounds of thousands of hooves stepping recklessly over the forest floor rings through the area. You turn your attention to the heart of the wood, where hearty male voices ring out in joy and laughter. All around you, you see centaurs capering joyously around a ceremonial fire, their gaiety matched by hundreds of fully grown stags that leap and bound through the flames. One by one, men, women and children of all races join the festivities, their bodies becoming a tangle of spiritual bliss as they dance under the full moon. A rumbling laughter alerts you to the figure of a proud centaur God Who oversees the celebrations, His keen hunter's gaze protecting His people while they dance. As the vision shifts, the bonfire explodes with a wave of the God's hand, sending sparks of emerald light winging into the night sky, to the roaring cheers of the Serenwilde people.
Currently Playing in: The doctors office. One more needle and I might just lose it again.
recounting how his soul may be saved by the Light and that New Celest is his last,
great hope for salvation.
An aslaran tribesman slaps his knee and declares that, by the gods, the Village of
Shanthmark should follow the Holy Principality of New Celest after all!
Shouts rise up from the Village of Shanthmark, as its denizens loudly pledge
themselves to the Holy Principality of New Celest.
Yay final influence. First time in foreber.
Signature!
@Rancoura
You examine a partial icy snowflake curio piece of the Icy Snowflake Curio Set
carefully, before carefully touching it to a first crystal curio piece of the Icy
Snowflake Curio Set. A brief flash of light reveals that the two pieces have joined
together, finally completing an icy snowflake.
You examine a partial emerald cobra curio piece of the Emerald Cobra Curio Set
carefully, before carefully touching it to a head curio piece of the Emerald Cobra
Curio Set. A brief flash of light reveals that the two pieces have joined together,
finally completing a whiplike emerald cobra.
Signature!
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I too have to rave for these wreaths.
So awesome.
- to Camberre for an unexpected and generous gift!
- to someone controlling an NPC and chatting with me! (Thanks for your patience, haven't played in a while >.>)
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A shimmering liquid appears in your inventory smelling sweetly of something carbonated. It vanishes in a puff of silver smoke seconds later.
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I write things
Thank you so much for helping me renew my love for the game over and over through these little moments.
The ringing of bells echo around you with @Tremula's words, each peal a reminder of the oath sworn to the Enchantress today.
A suggestion of a familiar, intoxicating scent wafts past, sharpening your perception and fanning the smouldering spark of ambition within.
The smell is gone upon your next inhale but it has stirred up something deep within, now fluttering with a life of its own - an unbreakable bond shared with the Goddess, a connection to Her emotions and experiences, a source of knowledge and visions. For better or worse, you are bound in the service of the Sovereign.
/swoooooooon
It's true, I really am you.
It's true, I really am you.