RE: Immortal descriptions.,
Lyristeon,
24-Jul-05 05:58 PM, #76
A young man in a floppy hat stands here.,
Innis,
24-Jul-05 05:58 PM, #75
Shrouded in darkness, Eshval stands here.,
Eshval,
24-Jul-05 05:58 PM, #74
RE: Immortal descriptions.,
Marmaanth,
15-Jul-05 11:31 PM, #73
RE: Immortal descriptions.,
Cytherea,
24-Jun-05 10:17 AM, #72
RE: Immortal descriptions.,
Desmonn_Kinnt (Anonymous),
17-Jun-05 07:22 AM, #71
RE: Immortal descriptions.,
Muuloc,
16-Jun-05 03:06 PM, #70
RE: Immortal descriptions.,
Dreaa,
12-Jun-05 07:20 PM, #69
Now that this thread is in the History & Current Events...,
Cadothu,
13-Jun-05 06:23 PM, #68
Fashionably late...,
Arvam,
27-Mar-03 07:17 PM, #65
Pico,
Pico,
24-Mar-03 02:40 PM, #64
Maybe the last?,
Bria,
21-Mar-03 10:48 PM, #61
Jazur S'isera (while playing Ysylla),
Llohuir,
20-Mar-03 09:35 PM, #60
RE: Immortal descriptions.,
Uller,
19-Mar-03 05:27 PM, #58
Two more dead/retired people:,
Quislet,
19-Mar-03 01:27 AM, #56
Last but not least?,
Noldruk,
18-Mar-03 02:13 PM, #54
Holtzendorf still around?,
Quislet,
17-Mar-03 08:41 PM, #50
Only this much...,
Zulghinlour,
17-Mar-03 10:37 PM, #51
RE: Immortal descriptions.,
Amaranthe,
17-Mar-03 11:41 AM, #48
I am glad that your back!!!,
Scorbus,
19-Mar-03 10:44 AM, #57
I love boc, if I roll, it may be an amaranthe follower ...,
dwimmerling,
29-Mar-03 07:36 PM, #66
Quick question.,
Krivohan,
16-Mar-03 11:13 PM, #37
I think thats agrea Idea.,
Ilraeth,
16-Mar-03 11:27 PM, #42
Will do,
Yanoreth,
16-Mar-03 11:53 PM, #43
Savraeth,
Ilraeth,
16-Mar-03 10:07 PM, #34
Keep those pix coming. Really nice!,
Llohuir,
17-Mar-03 12:11 AM, #44
Ilraeth,
Ilraeth,
16-Mar-03 10:05 PM, #33
Also....,
Ilraeth,
16-Mar-03 10:11 PM, #35
That was not I.,
Krivohan,
16-Mar-03 11:14 PM, #38
RE: Also....,
Artemis,
18-Mar-03 04:09 AM, #53
The shadows themselves seem to coalesce into a gaunt, s...,
Valguarnera,
16-Mar-03 06:45 PM, #32
Doh!,
Rooqweaz,
17-Mar-03 06:11 AM, #45
yep,
incognito,
17-Mar-03 08:23 AM, #46
RE: Doh!,
Valguarnera,
17-Mar-03 01:03 PM, #49
And dangit, for the longest time...,
yimadapul,
22-Mar-03 12:20 PM, #63
An idea,
Astillian,
17-Mar-03 10:28 AM, #47
Ilraeth art enclosed!,
Valguarnera,
18-Mar-03 12:48 AM, #52
RE: Ilraeth art enclosed!,
Quislet,
19-Mar-03 01:12 AM, #55
Sweet, new desktop! nt,
dwimmerling,
29-Mar-03 07:40 PM, #67
Here is Thrakburzug,
Thrakburzug,
16-Mar-03 08:50 AM, #31
This should make you laugh.,
HammerSong,
15-Mar-03 04:26 PM, #29
RE: This should make you laugh.,
Quislet,
15-Mar-03 06:01 PM, #30
RE: Immortal descriptions.,
Alysrith,
14-Mar-03 10:10 PM, #28
RE: Immortal descriptions.,
Yanoreth,
13-Mar-03 11:46 PM, #24
Link to photo!,
Valguarnera,
22-Mar-03 04:06 AM, #62
A tall, wiry orc hunces here, eyes darting furtively fr...,
Straklaw,
13-Mar-03 06:35 PM, #23
RE: Immortal descriptions.,
shokai,
13-Mar-03 02:50 PM, #20
Shokai,
Ilraeth,
16-Mar-03 11:21 PM, #40
RE: Immortal descriptions.,
Iunna,
13-Mar-03 12:03 PM, #19
RE: Immortal descriptions.,
Zulghinlour,
13-Mar-03 12:01 AM, #15
Wow!,
Drekten,
13-Mar-03 12:36 AM, #16
RE: Immortal descriptions.,
Quislet,
13-Mar-03 12:54 AM, #18
RE: Immortal descriptions.,
Ilraeth,
16-Mar-03 11:22 PM, #41
Forgot my gear,
Zulghinlour,
13-Mar-03 04:01 PM, #22
There are still plenty more to here from keep'em comin.,
Krivohan,
12-Mar-03 10:22 PM, #14
Poetry,
Quislet,
12-Mar-03 06:34 PM, #12
RE: Poetry,
Yanoreth,
12-Mar-03 09:57 PM, #13
RE: Poetry,
Quislet,
13-Mar-03 12:42 AM, #17
Would you like a hint as to where the Latin came from? ...,
Yanoreth,
14-Mar-03 02:40 PM, #25
Hint: Here's the english translation,
Falstaff,
14-Mar-03 02:53 PM, #26
RE: Would you like a hint as to where the Latin came fr...,
Quislet,
14-Mar-03 09:23 PM, #27
I love Bria's Description,
Xandrya,
12-Mar-03 05:28 PM, #11
Sure,
Intronan,
12-Mar-03 01:34 PM, #9
Description,
Scarabaeus,
12-Mar-03 09:36 AM, #8
RE: Description,
Meatloaf,
13-Mar-03 03:02 PM, #21
Why not:,
nepenthe,
12-Mar-03 08:17 AM, #7
Drokalanatym,
Ilraeth,
16-Mar-03 11:18 PM, #39
RE: Immortal descriptions.,
Llohuir,
12-Mar-03 03:59 AM, #3
Immortal descriptions.,
ATK,
12-Mar-03 06:15 AM, #4
RE: Immortal descriptions.,
Quislet,
12-Mar-03 06:40 AM, #5
RE: Immortal descriptions.,
Karithia,
12-Mar-03 07:58 AM, #6
A few answers,
Intronan,
12-Mar-03 02:01 PM, #10
RE: Immortal descriptions.,
Vynmylak,
12-Mar-03 03:15 AM, #2
Holding out on me?!,
Lysrieal,
20-Mar-03 09:11 PM, #59
RE: Immortal descriptions.,
Karithia,
11-Mar-03 06:24 PM, #1
Karithia,
Ilraeth,
16-Mar-03 11:01 PM, #36
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Lyristeon | Sat 23-Jul-05 07:04 PM |
Member since 02nd Jan 2004
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#333, "RE: Immortal descriptions."
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A tiny being with slate blue skin covered in fine black hairs hovers effortlessly above the ground. His eyes of pur black with no signs of white bulge out from sharply angled eye sockets. The face of this creature is triangular in shape where the chin comes to a point in a small tuft of fine hair. Ears angled like an elf stick out and not back from this beings head. Sharp black points of teeth peek out from between his lips giving way to a mouth that appears too large for its head. Thin arms barely a foot long each, end with clawed human-sized hands. The legs of this creature are no more than a foot and a half and end with hooves for feet. Held in its right hand is a small baton with a shrunken human head on top. The small head on the baton is in a constant stat of changing expressions.
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Innis | Fri 22-Jul-05 03:50 PM |
Member since 20th Feb 2005
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#332, "A young man in a floppy hat stands here."
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He wears the Summer like a cloak, wrapped in its light and warm embrace. His hair is long, untamed and the color of a raven's wing. In the slightest of breezes, it flows and twists like an cloud about his head, obscuring his countenance.
He is tall, slender, consmmately elegant, impossibly beautiful. Innis is fair, yet tanned a burnished gold with rain-washed, black silken hair that roils about him to his narrow waist. He wears, unconsciously, an aura of restrained intensity, much like a reclining cat who may not be as sated and relaxed as it appears.
Mirth and amusement lie in his green-gold eyes, only to change to a blazing sun-gold at the slightest provocation. Yet, there is wisdom in their depths, and within their twin fires, mysteries are revealed.
Innis is using: <worn on finger> (Glowing) a crystaline ring set with an elf-jewel <worn around neck> the 'Eye of Revelation' <worn around neck> an amulet of a golden chalice on a leather thong <worn on body> a white linen shirt <worn on head> a large-brimmed floppy hat <worn on legs> trousers of black wool <worn on feet> a pair of worn leather boots <worn on hands> a pair of leather half-gloves <worn on arms> a pair of laced leather sleeves <worn about body> (Glowing) a long vest of gold dragon scales <worn about waist> a wide leather belt <worn around wrist> a worn leather bracer <worn around wrist> a worn leather bracer <held> Glowing) a simple lap harp of golden wood <tattooed> (Glowing) a golden chalice ringed by nine glowing sunstones innis@carrionfields.com
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Eshval | Fri 22-Jul-05 03:15 PM |
Member since 22nd Aug 2004
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#331, "Shrouded in darkness, Eshval stands here."
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Being insane has its perks...I wear and appear about anyway I wish. As an artist, I am often found in goth, while other times, I am just f'ugly... so I present two forms.
It is pointless to guess at her age. She seems to exude age like some ancient monolith, and yet she moves with the incredible speed of a striking serpent and the lithe suppleness of a young girl. Her voice is as harsh as the elements, or as soft as a mother's kiss, and yet too it seems hoary beyond measure. Her eyes: they are deep-seated in triangular sockets, heavy lidded, and their true color is likewise impossible to fathom. From a certain angle they are black, shiny as wet pebbles, while from another they are yellow, with gold in their pupils. They are educated eyes and full of wisdom, yet feral too, and brimming with sin.
Her face is as benefits a goddess, aristocratic and too beautifully shaped to be called merely attractive. She is tall and slender. Her mass of raven black hair flows naturally back and forms something of a mane of curls to the middle of her back, making her seem wolfish.
A predatory grin spreads over her darkling features. A smile in which the pupils of her eyes burn like tiny censers, filled with hell's own sulphur...
You are using: <worn on finger> the 'Ring of the Muse' <worn around neck> a black silk scarf <worn around neck> a bone torc set with a black jewel <worn on face> a pair of black mirrored glasses <worn on body> a black silk blouse <worn about waist> a thin leather belt inlaid with dark jewels <worn on head> a black leather beret <worn on legs> a pair of skin-tight black leather pants <worn on feet> a pair of high-heel black leather boots <worn on hands> fingerless black leather gloves <worn about body> a long black leather coat <worn around wrist> a darkened mithril bracelet set with black rubies <wielded> a cane of black unicorn horn, named 'Dance of the Muse' <tattooed> (Glowing) a shimmering black flame
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Terrible to behold, Eshval takes the form of a horrible hag, half alive and half dead, with a gloomy and grim expression. Her body is that of a living woman, but her thighs and legs are those of a corpse, mottled and moldering. Her face, though covered by a gauzy veil, is blue-black, having the lustre of coal. The teeth behind her blue, corpse-like lips are sharp and jagged and the color of rusted bone. Within her face is a single deep pool-like eye that is swifter than a star in winter. Upon her head is gnarled brushwood-like hair, resembling the clawed roots of withered oak root. Eshval, a female human, is in perfect health. <100%>
Eshval is using: <worn on finger> the ‘Ring of Nightmares’ <worn on finger> the 'Ring of Eternal Night' <worn around neck> an iron chain holding a withered heart <worn on face> a veil of old cobwebs <worn on feet> a pair of black mithril chain anklets <worn about body> the hide of an ancient forvalaka <worn around wrist> a darkened mithril bracelet set with black rubies <worn around wrist> a fine bracelet holding demonic charms <wielded> (Glowing) a gnarled staff of wood <tattooed> (Glowing) a shimmering black flame
Eshval's email BlackMarquessa@gmail.com
Eshval's slightly off-center (unofficial) blog. http://blackmarquessa.blogspot.com/ Carnivàle http://cirquecarnivale.wordpress.com/
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Marmaanth | Fri 15-Jul-05 05:28 PM |
Member since 05th Dec 2004
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#329, "RE: Immortal descriptions."
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Immaculate robes of the deepest ebony cloth this lifeless figure of malice. Rich black silk with blood red runic etchings upon the collar, sleeve, and hood of the robe are in obvious contrast to this skeletal embodiment of hate and all-consuming acerbity. Deep red eyes burn a dull, painful red from a white human skull bleached by eons of decay. Skeletal hands and feet move in an unsettling, fast, and lifelike fashion, powered with dark energies. Innumerable runes are etched into the visible bones of this icon of despair, writhing with angry, aberrant power.
Marmaanth, a sexless undead, is in perfect health.
Marmaanth is using: <worn about body> silk robes of the deepest ebony <wielded> a runed pearl walking staff <held> a pure red garnet phylactery
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Cytherea | Tue 21-Jun-05 10:06 PM |
Member since 13th May 2005
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#326, "RE: Immortal descriptions."
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She stands roughly six feet in height. Her white hair tied back, and falling to the middle of her back. Here deep blue eyes seem to shine as she looks around. Her lips are cracked by the sun. Her armor looks in good shape, you cannot see a single mark on it. Her skin is a golden tan, as if she spends many hours in the sun. You can see small wrinkles begining to form on her forhead. She wears a small earing on her right ear, the pendant is in the shape a blazing sun. Her figure seems rather small for an elf, but she seems to carry herself well with the weight of her belongings. Cytherea, a female elf, is in perfect health.
Cytherea is using: <worn on finger> (Gold Aura) (Glowing) a band of pure light <worn around neck> (Gold Aura) a cloak of gray wool embroidered with a golden chalice <worn on body> a long inner robe of white linen <worn on ears> an earring with a pendant of the Blazing Sun <worn about body> (Gold Aura) (Glowing) a simple robe, glowing with the light of the sun <wielded> (Gold Aura) (Glowing) an empty, unbreakable bottle of sacramental wine <held> (Gold Aura) (Glowing) the 'Chalice of the Sun' <tattooed> (Gold Aura) (Glowing) a golden chalice ringed by nine glowing sunstones
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#325, "RE: Immortal descriptions."
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Standing before you is a shadowy figure standing about four feet tall. A bit large for his race which is given away by his pale white skin, and inordinately large eyes. His black hat is pulled down low over his brow but his gaze penetrates from under the brim. The smell of fine leathers wafts from his clothing which covers his entire body down to the finely crafted leather boots. The little bit of hair that sticks out from his hat is coarse and wiry. Jet black in color and shiny with an expensive tonic mixed just for him. As you look him over once more your eyes meet and you are entranced for a moment by the prismatic colors which twinkle from his eyes, as if they were made of jewels themselves.
You are using: <worn on finger> (Glowing) a brilliant gold band engraved with a darkened crown <worn on finger> a glittering silver band, set with emeralds <worn around neck> (Glowing) a shimmering cloak with a ruby clasp <worn on body> darkened mithril breastplate crested with gems <worn on arms> darkened mithril vambraces <worn about body> a plush robe made from soft white ermine <worn around wrist> a mineral coated leather bracer studded with gems <worn around wrist> a mineral coated leather bracer studded with gems <wielded> an ornamental dagger emblazoned with a darkened crown <dual wield> a silver-mesh blackjack named 'Surprise'
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Muuloc | Wed 15-Jun-05 08:49 PM |
Member since 02nd Dec 2004
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#324, "RE: Immortal descriptions."
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Smells of sulfur and burning flesh mingle with an aura of unholy power that emanates from the black giant before you. At first glance he is a truly gruesome sight. Most of his flesh is flayed bare, exposing bleeding red thick sinuous muscles. Broken bones jut out from his limbs and torso at odd angles like sharp spikes. Burns cover his body, some flowing in rivulets as if acid was slowly poured over his head. Vital organs are exposed by huge rips across his abdomen. Upon his face is a mask of tormented black flame. Looking closer you sense something unnatural in his movement, and realize that his gory countenance is forged of metal. Muuloc, a male fire giant, is in perfect health.
Muuloc is using: <worn on finger> a thick band of scabs <worn on body> platemail sculpted into carnage <worn on head> an acid-burnt skull cap <worn on face> a mask of tormented black flames <worn on legs> gory legplates spiked with bone <worn on arms> gory armplates spiked with bone <worn about body> (Burning) (Black Aura) an aura of unholy power <worn around wrist> a bracer formed into pus-filled skin <wielded> (Humming) a huge bleeding sword named 'Agony' <held> a flagon of blood <tattooed> (Glowing) a shimmering black flame
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Dreaa | Fri 10-Jun-05 02:03 PM |
Member since 25th Nov 2004
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#323, "RE: Immortal descriptions."
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Well, I'm late and maybe not wanted, but your gettin it anyways.
White-silvery hair trails down this slender dark-elf's back. Light, ebony skin can be seen glistening in the light. Her elven features are few, but those that exist are sharp. Beautiful sapphire eyes peer out from the onyx mask, and a wicked grin can be seen beneath the top half of the broken mask. Her teeth are crooked but white. Her small, slender frame moves fluidly and with unsurpassable elegance. Obviously weak finger nails protrude from each finger. Several times her fingers can be seen passing through her cape. Dreaa, a female dark-elf, is in perfect health
Dreaa is using: <worn on finger> (Red Aura) an onyx ring etched with white runes <worn around neck> (Red Aura) a sapphire collar lined with heartstones <worn around neck> a cloak of dancing shadows <worn on body> the shadowy hide of a nightmare <worn on face> a broken onyx mask with a single rune on the forehead <worn on legs> a pair of tight-fitting, midnight black pants <worn about body> (Dark Aura) a shroud of tattered black silk <worn about waist> a belt encrusted with dark red bloodstones <worn around wrist> a thin bracelet of dark crystal <wielded> the bloody horn of a unicorn
Unfortunately I lack the awesome Portrait from Ilraeth though *pout*
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Cadothu | Thu 09-Jun-05 11:07 PM |
Member since 01st Jul 2004
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#322, "Now that this thread is in the History & Current Events..."
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Let's turn history into current events. I think it'd be cool if some of the newer Imms post their descriptions to add to the collection here, if they feel so inclined to do so.
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Arvam | Thu 27-Mar-03 07:17 PM |
Member since 04th Mar 2003
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#321, "Fashionably late..."
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The first thing that strikes you about the man standing before you are the vibrant colors of his clothing and his wings. That is another odd thing about him, unlike most arials, he doesn't have a beak, nor is his body covered in feathers. Only his wings are covered in feathers. His feathers are all a brilliant crimson color, with the tips a silvery color. The wings themselves are quite large, and seem almost a bit too large for his lean frame. The rest of his clothing is equally vibrantly colored, yet at the same time seems to clash with the bright colors of his wings. Despite how hard on the eyes his clothing is, he does seem to be quite a handsome man. There is not a blemish or mark to be seen upon his face, and while he has a lean build, it is obvious that he is well muscled. He does seem quite pale however, almost unnaturally so. He doesn't appear to be sick in any form as his step is quite lively, and he almost seems to radiate color, but his skin is pure white, not a hint of color to it at all save for the marking on the palm of his left hand. Arvam, a male arial, is in perfect health.
Arvam is using: <worn around neck> a dark white cloak with a root shaped clasp <worn on head> a flame red headband <worn on feet> a pair of well made, yet worn leather boots <worn on arms> a pair of ornate, woven mithril armbands <worn about body> a cloak of a deep royal blue with the head of a lion embroidered on the back <worn on wings> a bright violet-feathered badge of the House Raenau <worn around wrist> (Glowing) a woven leather bracer dyed crimson <worn around wrist> a bracer of pale blue steel <wielded> a thin shortsword etched with a winged lizard named "Illusion" <dual wield> a long-bladed shimmering sabre named "Zephyr's Edge" <tattooed> (Glowing) a diamond ringed by multi-hued stars
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Pico | Mon 24-Mar-03 02:40 PM |
Member since 04th Mar 2003
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#320, "Pico"
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This has been posted on my forum already.
Long description: The Bird of Prey is here, screeching maniacally at you.
Looking at Pico:
Circling above you is a dark, ethereal black raptor. You definately don't mistake him for being slow in any respect. Watching him fly around you can tell he is extremely nimble by all the twists and turns he keeps jackniving himself into. His mind seems to be as sharp as a razor, seeming to pierce your own mind. You can tell he really doesn't see everything around him, but with his head constantly spinning around it looks like he is quite aware of everything he can see and and uses his smarts to fill in the gaps left by his eyes. Looking at the rest of his body you are truly and utterly befuddled. He appears to have some of the strongest and finest armor in all of Thera - maybe even the universe - but it is in a horrible shambles. Nothing is being worn as you would expect it to be, it is all in various states of disrepair, and is tarnished to a blackness that is beyond the retrieval of even the most pure-hearted soul. The armor seems to pulsate with some of the most virulent and despicable of intentions and past deeds. The only thing you can truly fathom about this creature is that now he has turned slightly toward your gaze with a chilling countenance of his own, made all the more unnerving by the black talon which still gleams with the blood of a recent victim. You wonder what interest this awe-inspiring creature could have in you, why he is looking over you with some sort of interest in you....
Pico is using: <worn on body> a pair of black dice <worn on head> an eyeball mounted on an obsidian band <worn on feet> (Glowing) a Silver Badge smeared with blood <worn on arms> (Humming) the hyoid of a paladin <worn around wrist> (Humming) a charcoal black chestplate <worn around wrist> (Death Aura) a pitch black robe, splattered in blood <wielded> the Black Talon <tattooed> (Glowing) the chromatic flame tattoo
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Bria | Fri 21-Mar-03 10:48 PM |
Member since 04th Mar 2003
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#319, "Maybe the last?"
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I keep meaning to change Bria’s description but never get around to it, kind of like I keep meaning to post this and it too a while.
Wave after wave of intense emotions washes over you. Passion, Hate, Sadness, Inspiration, Worry, Sympathy, Happiness, Forgiveness, Dread, Leniency, Love, Apprehension, Jealousy, Anger, Sorrow, Fear, Greed, Joy, Craving, Gentleness, Detest, Trepidation, Shame, Charity, Generosity, Grief, Rapture, Uneasiness, Cruelty, Compassion, Zeal, Rage, Despair, Tolerance, Elation, Tenderness, Lust, Loath, Pride, Mercy. Then as suddenly as they started they are gone leaving you feeling nothing.
Her deep blue eyes watch you waiting for what will come with a serene smile. Her face is one of a timeless classical lady. Her elven ears point up thought her mass of pale silver blond hair which is piled recklessly on her head as thought the wind played with it, left this and she simple placed a silver comb in it to hold it in place. Her tall thin frame and lean body is covered in a pale blue dress and a dark blue cloak hangs from her bare shoulders.
You are using: <worn around neck> a dark blue cloak adorned with tiny silver hummingbirds <worn on body> a pale blue silk gown <worn on head> a bird shaped comb <wielded> the Axe of Justice <tattooed> the hummingbird tattoo
The Goddess of Love and Mercy is here, treating you with the Justice you deserve.
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Llohuir | Thu 20-Mar-03 09:35 PM |
Member since 04th Mar 2003
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#318, "Jazur S'isera (while playing Ysylla)"
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To look upon Jazur S'isera is to truly love her. Or him. You can't quite tell which, for certain, as Jazur never seems satisfied to manifest as any one gender. Whatever form the deity has chosen, you cannot help but feel your heart ache and your groin tingle to behold it. Eyes like liquid silver pierce into your very soul, swirling iridescent orbs that seem to flicker with sentient flames. Finely chiselled features carve an exquisite visage that seems to shift with your very mood - always ever ravishing. Skin smooth and ever-shifting like smoke, and perfect lips that part like pleasure incarnate. No words could do Jazur S'isera justice, for Jazur is everything - everyone, you have ever wanted and will ever want.
Whoever you are, whatever you are.
Everything.
Jazur, a sexless human, is in perfect health.
Jazur is using: <worn on body> an elegant black poet's blouse <worn on legs> a pair of black leather pants <worn on feet> a pair of knee-length boots <worn about body> (Red Aura) a bright white shoulder cape <wielded> an exquisite gold-plated rapier <dual wield> an exquisite crimson-steel stiletto <tattooed> a coil of two devouring serpents
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Quislet | Wed 19-Mar-03 01:27 AM |
Member since 04th Mar 2003
240 posts
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#316, "Two more dead/retired people:"
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I found more Immortal descs in my files. Saher and Trouble. Unless I come across a copy of Nighthawk's, I think that's the last of the gone gods I've had the opportunity to see personally. I also saved what Saher's 'Crystal Cave' looked like, where all the way back in February 96 was a minotaur Paladin worshipping Saher.
Saher first:
You squint slightly, and try to peer through the swirl of colors which shroud the figure in front of you. Noticing you looking at him, the man turns towards you and gives you a slightly thin-lipped smile. Suddenly the colors flare brightly, and you are mesmerized by the intricate weave which envelops you. Then the images begin, roaring, pounding, formed in exquisite detail inside your mind... *blink* Know then thyself, presume not God to scan; The proper study of mankind is man. Placed on this isthmus of a middle state, A being darkly wise and rudely great: With too much knowledge for the skeptic side, With too much weakness for the stoic's pride, He hangs between; in doubt to act or rest; In doubt to deem himself a go or beast; In doubt his mind or body to prefer; Born but to die, and reas'ning but to err; Alike in ignorance, his reason such, Whether he thinks too little or too much; Chaos of thought and passion, all conf confused; Still by himself abused, or disabused; Created half to rise, and half to fall; Great lord of all things, yet a prey to all; Sole judge of truth, in endless error hurled; The glory, jest and riddle of the world! With a chuckle and a smirk and a tug of his beard, Saher flickers and dissipates, leaving an afterimage that makes you wonder if he was standing before you to begin with, or was merely an exhibition of your delusion. Saher is in perfect health.
Saher is using: <worn on body> Silvery breastplate, emblazoned with a White Wolf <wielded> (Glowing) (Humming) Wrath of the Illuminati <dual wield> (Glowing) (Humming) Wrath of the Illuminati <tattooed> a tattoo of the coursing White Wolf
(and his one line room desc too) Your light source is oddly diffracted by the Chromatic Knight's presence.
On to Trouble's desc:
At first glance, you lose sight of him, a tall man wearing simple clothing. Perhaps because your attention is taken up by a rather large and possibly hungry bear. The bear glances at you and seems to examine you as it examines a horse or a deer, as a possible meal.
You then notice the wood-elves moving quietly around the bear, singing and working elven magic with the plants that sprung up from the footsteps of the ranger you thought you saw. The bear takes no notice of the wood-elves and they seem not to f fear the bear.
While your attention is focussed on the bear and the elves, the ranger steps out of his cover and examines you closely. His kindly demeanor disarms you and you have no thought of fighting anyone in his presence. You do notice that the ranger has little tolerance for fools or evildoers. You tremble a little when you see his staff, a legendary sung wood staff from the Ogiers, whom he befriended long ago.
The ranger waits patiently and finally says to you, 'Walk in Light. Die with Honor.' Trouble is in perfect health.
Trouble is using: <worn on legs> (Humming) barkskin pants <worn about body> (Humming) A cloak made of living leaves <wielded> (Glowing) (Humming) An Ogier sung wooden staff <dual wield> (Glowing) (Humming) The Blade of Chaos! <tattooed> the flame tattoo
(a little more commentary)
I think when Trouble was present in the room you'd see a gigantic bear, just like a normal ranger bear of the time but bigger and scarier. Both these descriptions have survived multiple hard drives, zip disks, and more, so the typos may be from decaying data or they may have been there originally. I have no way of knowing for certain.
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Noldruk | Tue 18-Mar-03 02:13 PM |
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#315, "Last but not least?"
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With a confident gaze that seems stretched and intensely vigilant, a stout dwarf with a rough exterior is standing before you. Coming up at nearly four and a half feet, his body is mountainous in both it's strength and fortitude. His arms are thick, stretching at whatever sleeves or armwear he has decided to cover them with. His legs, equally massive, slightly resemble the thick trunks of an ironwood tree, providing a powerful stance in whatever he does. His long, dark-brown hair looks aged, hints of grey streeking through his flowing mane. Sprouting from his strongly-chiseled chin, a beard extends down in two braids just below his stomach, it too sprinkled with grey. Harshly scarred and calloused hands hint at a life of hard work, be it in a forge, in battle, or tearing rock from a mountain, you cannot tell, though your eyes are drawn back to his gaze. Solid. Confident. Looking a bit closer, you are just barely able to make out a small tattoo upon the left side of his neck. Noldruk, a male dwarf, is in perfect health.
Noldruk is using: <worn around neck> a thickly woven dark-blue cloak with silver lining <worn around neck> an ornate silver badge emblazoned with the Scales of Justice <worn on body> a thick plate of burnished steel <worn on face> a pair of black reading glasses <worn on legs> a pair of thick steel leg plates <worn on feet> a pair of thickly plated heavy boots <worn on hands> a pair of steel gauntlets lined with spikes <worn on arms> a pair of thick steel plates, lined with silvery spikes <worn about waist> a pair of polished wide steel plates <wielded> a long steel pike tipped with silver <tattooed> a hammer set upon a rune-covered anvil
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Quislet | Mon 17-Mar-03 08:41 PM |
Member since 04th Mar 2003
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#313, "Holtzendorf still around?"
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While looking for the name of his axe for Ilraeth, I found his desc on Dioxide's. Since he wasn't wearing it, I don't know if it had a name, but here's his desc with what he was wearing at the time. In a fixed width font it would be precisely the same length on every line, thanks in part to clever spacing and a misspelling or two.
.You look upon an ancient being of short statue. He has his feet firmly planted and he stands unwavering before you. Thick, muscular legs clench as he tenses when the wind whispers by. Beneath the battered and bloody metal plates he wears as armor, you see his stocky build. He looks calm and relaxed yet you see trails of sweat rolling down his grungy greenish skin. Rough, callused hands gently hold a large, dual-bladed battle axe with ease. His brawny arms leave no doubt in your mind he can wield the weapon with one hand. A full, long beard grows from his chin and cheeks extending all the way past his belt. The beard is a snowy white, but you see speckles of dried blood, dirt and other filth tangled into it. From his head grow peculiar horns. Simple and slightly curved like that of a bull or perhaps a minotaur. The gray horns make the man seem taller than he really is. Below his matted white hair you see two green eyes. As you look into his green eyes you feel his gaze staring deep within you. His stare goes beyond simple inspecting. Instead you feel as though the man is examining your very soul. As you give one last glance at this ancient being, you see infinite wisdom and strength in him.
Holtzendorff is in perfect health. Holtzendorff is using: <tattooed> a tattoo of a large, gray horn
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Zulghinlour | Mon 17-Mar-03 10:37 PM |
Member since 04th Mar 2003
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#314, "Only this much..."
In response to Reply #50
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The last remains of Holtzendorff, a single shattered horn, lies here.
A shattered dwarven horn is armor worn on the head, made of bone, and weighs 1 pounds 0 ounces.
The rest I feasted on after I killed him. So long, and thanks for all the fish!
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Amaranthe | Mon 17-Mar-03 11:41 AM |
Member since 17th Mar 2003
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#310, "RE: Immortal descriptions."
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Well, I have to admit Ilraeth's a better character artist than I am, but here's an image of Amaranthe and her description, items.
If the earth were a woman, her hair would be long and rolling like the hills, adorned with leaves of green and gold, and flecked with the many-colored petals of springtime's blossoms. Her skin would be sun-kissed and healthy, and beautifully creased by the calm yet relentless passage of time. Her eyes would be as deep as the oceans; endless in their expanse of wisdom, and within them them the potential for both soothing and fury.
If the earth were a woman, her hips would be wide, broadened by the eons of toil and lifegiving. Her bosom would be ample, and her body thick and strong, and she would walk with the confidence and matronly grace of a woman who had nurtured, scorned, and endured.
If the earth were a woman, her breath would smell like a summer's wind. Her voice would sound like the larks of springtime, and her whisper like the brisk chill of winter. Her footsteps would tread like a hunter's on the soil, and about her would linger the rich and earthy aroma of an autumn's harvest.
If the earth were a woman, she would be as the Goddess who stands before you, basking in the light of a Harvest Moon.
Amaranthe, a female human, is in perfect health.
Amaranthe is using: <worn around neck> a wooden mandala pendant on a leather cord <worn on body> a brown peasant dress embroidered with gold-threaded leaves <worn on head> a pointed brown hat with a wide brim <worn on feet> several silver ankle bracelets adorned with beads and charms <worn about body> a long, earth-stained cloak <worn around wrist> a bracelet of ever-changing leaves <wielded> a tall, silver-bladed scythe <tattooed> an ornate mandala
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Scorbus | Wed 19-Mar-03 10:44 AM |
Member since 04th Mar 2003
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#311, "I am glad that your back!!!"
In response to Reply #48
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I always loved your religion, if I were to come back and play again; you can bet that you will be the first to know. I still regret not getting more involved with your religion as Saldarito but things worked out in the end. Just will reiterate that I am glad your back and I hope your child grows up to be as successful as you have made this game for me.
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dwimmerling | Sat 29-Mar-03 07:36 PM |
Member since 04th Mar 2003
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#312, "I love boc, if I roll, it may be an amaranthe follower ..."
In response to Reply #48
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Ilraeth | Sun 16-Mar-03 11:27 PM |
Member since 04th Mar 2003
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#308, "I think thats agrea Idea."
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Lets see what we can do about it
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Yanoreth | Sun 16-Mar-03 11:53 PM |
Member since 10th Mar 2003
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#309, "Will do"
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I'll just let the thread finish itself before moving it.
One good thing about the new forum code - there is never a need to archive old topics. As you may have noticed, all the 2001 topics were restored and haven't been archived again.
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Ilraeth | Sun 16-Mar-03 10:07 PM |
Member since 04th Mar 2003
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#305, "Savraeth"
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Standing here tall and proud is a young looking elven woman. Locks of lustrous copper-red hair cascade down to just past her shoulders, framing a delicate face set with high cheekbones. The color of her hair matches well with her flawless bronzed complexion. Her eyes are marked by a pair of vivid greenish-red irises, almost iridescent in nature, and the intensity of her gaze seems to blaze with an inner fire. Her smile is coy, and seems to hint at the secrets and mysteries to which she is privy. Her clothing is well-tailored and of current fashion, although it is lacking in any sort of recognizeable markings or symbols. What truely stands out about this woman, though, is the aura that surrounds her almost invisibly, causing the very air just above her skin to vibrate and shimmer, as if with an unseen magical power that betrays her true supernatural self.
Savraeth, a female elf, is in perfect health.
Savraeth is using: <worn around neck> a riding cloak of fiery red silk, with a dark yellow hood <worn on body> a dark red evening gown slashed with yellow <worn on head> a deep red tiara set with blazing fire opals <worn around wrist> a red steel bracer decorated with swirling gold engravings <tattooed> a fiery red third eye in the center of the forehead
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Llohuir | Mon 17-Mar-03 12:11 AM |
Member since 04th Mar 2003
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#306, "Keep those pix coming. Really nice!"
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Nice tight butt btw! I like it!
<",)
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Ilraeth | Sun 16-Mar-03 10:05 PM |
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#301, "Ilraeth"
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Before you in thin, silken gowns of ancient design, adorned with gleaming chips of diamonds and crystal, stands the strange and regal form of the elven woman known as the Ice-Maiden. Tall, thin and rigidly straight, she moves with calculated grace, every movement and gesture of her small, delicate hands and fingers seeming deliberate, precise to the point of almost seeming alien in mannerism. Long, pale white-blond hair falls down past her shoulders and back to brush the ground and twist about her bare feet. Her face, though young and delicate, remains as pale and cold as newborn snow, with only the slight touch of pink to her flesh, and the vivid greenish-blue luminescence of her eyes, show that life still beats beneath the cold exterior of her stern and noble features.
Ilraeth, a female elf, is in perfect health.
Ilraeth is using: <used as light> (Glowing) a long burning torch <worn on finger> (Magical) a thin rune-covered mithril ring <worn around neck> a high collared torc, carved with ancient blue runes <worn on body> a white silken evening gown, stitched with spiraling mithril patterns <worn on head> (Glowing) a mithril tiara set with shimmering, pale blue diamonds <worn on feet> a pair of wide mithril ankle bracers, covered in pale blue runes <worn about body> a pale blue corset, adorned with three mithril runes <wielded> a transparent rod of pale blue crystalline ice <tattooed> an icy blue third eye in the center of the forehead
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Ilraeth | Sun 16-Mar-03 10:11 PM |
Member since 04th Mar 2003
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#302, "Also...."
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I never ended up getting those samples you sent me, and had a great deal of trouble with my email lately, but to answer your question...Here are the desc's and my own view of what they look like, i would love to see you do your own.
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Artemis | Tue 18-Mar-03 04:09 AM |
Member since 04th Mar 2003
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#304, "RE: Also...."
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That was me actually. Now that I see your work I am almost afraid to post the site I made though... Heh *wince*
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Valguarnera | Sun 16-Mar-03 06:45 PM |
Member since 04th Mar 2003
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#292, "The shadows themselves seem to coalesce into a gaunt, s..."
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Before you stands a tall, gaunt figure, clad in the robes of a mystic. Sickly, blackened hide seems stretched over the skull, and the eye sockets lie cold and empty. Repulsive by any measure, what graces remain stem from the careful, almost practiced, way he carries himself. Your eyes are drawn more towards his robes, for they are both elegant and unusual. An intricate pattern of red and blue weaves itself through the garment, blended to a series of symbols and glyphs. Prominent among these are a circle about a center, a crescent, a circle above a cross, a circle conjoined with an arrow, intertwined serpents, a scythe, and a forked glyph denoting lightning. Special care has been taken in tracing a thin, golden rune denoting a hydra as well... it seems newer than the others, and woven of a beautiful thread that shimmers in the light. Various patterns of astrological significance have been embroidered into his belt, which serves to support a surprising variety of small pouches and obscure instruments. Prominent among the signs is a stylized sentinel figure, its spear held aloft. A lightweight traveler's journal bound in a curious skin of some sort hangs at his left hip-bone, and its surface seems nearly covered by runes, carvings, and symbolism. Valguarnera, a male undead, is in perfect health.
Valguarnera is using: <worn on finger> a silver band marked with a crescent rune <worn on finger> a copper ring bearing a glyph of lightning <worn on body> (Glowing) elegant patterned robes <worn on head> a golden circlet, devoid of luster <worn about body> (Glowing) an aura of silent power <worn about waist> a belt embroidered with the constellations <worn around wrist> a thick iron bracelet, inscribed with a Hydra <wielded> a pitted iron blade, blackened by time <held> an ebony tome, crackling with power <tattooed> a copper rune, denoting a Hydra
valguarnera@carrionfields.com
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Rooqweaz | Mon 17-Mar-03 06:11 AM |
Member since 04th Mar 2003
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#293, "Doh!"
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incognito | Mon 17-Mar-03 08:23 AM |
Member since 04th Mar 2003
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#294, "yep"
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I think Valg will probably never make another male whose name ends with an "a". I never will after playing Szchada and getting called "she" all the time.
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yimadapul | Sat 22-Mar-03 12:20 PM |
Member since 04th Mar 2003
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#296, "And dangit, for the longest time..."
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I thought valg was a woman. A lot of his posts on the forums reminded me so much of this rather schoolteacher like woman who occasionally uses her switch... I also pictured this woman with a german accent, making her switch a "svitch".
Desole, Adam Soccermomiality(r)(TM)(Al) rules!
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Valguarnera | Tue 18-Mar-03 12:44 AM |
Member since 04th Mar 2003
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#298, "Ilraeth art enclosed!"
In response to Reply #32
Edited on Tue 18-Mar-03 12:48 AM
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Thrakburzug | Sun 16-Mar-03 08:50 AM |
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#291, "Here is Thrakburzug"
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A huge, fat, hairy creature stands before you. Rolls of blubber undulate around his middle. His massive arms bulge out like sausages encased in too tight wrappings. Short stubby muscled legs stick out from beneath his enormous belly, lending an air of solidity to his posture. His head seems almost too large for even this gargantuan creature. Dirty yellow teeth, sharpened to points, grin an evil smile below a bulbous piglike nose. Blood-red eyes glare out from beneath bony brows. His greasy, jet-black hide is covered with coarse black hair, except where jagged grey scars furrow their way through his skin. Thrakburzug, a male orc, is in perfect health.
Thrakburzug is using: <worn on finger> a ring made of gnome bones <worn around neck> a necklace with a vial hanging from it <worn around neck> (Glowing) a necklace made of chewed up ears <worn on head> the skull of an ancient grey bear <worn about waist> a ragged loincloth made out of elf-skin <wielded> (Humming) a huge axe named 'Elf-Death' <tattooed> an infected grinning skull scar
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Alysrith | Fri 14-Mar-03 10:10 PM |
Member since 04th Mar 2003
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#288, "RE: Immortal descriptions."
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Description:
Standing before you around five feet tall is a rather short wood-elf. Confidently poised by her spear, she looks the peak of physical condition, well-muscled and agile. Clothed in the hues of the living wild, she glows with a purity of beauty rarely seen. Her blue eyes hold a fury, like the torrents of a great monsoon, which contrast perfectly with the long light-reddish brown hair flowing down her back. Her simple beauty is marred only by a few scars: a stripe across her right cheek, and a gruesome scar in her left side being the most noticeable. When she stalks around, her movements betray a confidence and experience that few could match.
Equipment:
<worn on finger> a many-spotted ladybug <worn around neck> a sung wood medallion depicting storms and lightning <worn around neck> a short cape of Maidenhair fronds <worn on body> a bluish blouse of 'Witch's Hair' <worn on head> red-flowered accents of cypress vine <worn on legs> dappled gray-green Ironbark chausses <worn on feet> dappled gray-green Ironbark sabatons <worn about body> a rucksack of black tree moss <worn about waist> the Vine of the Soul <worn around wrist> lavender-flowered coils of kudzu <worn around wrist> a small wreath of Devil's Ivy <wielded> the living spear of the K'sra <tattooed> a forked lightning bolt
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Yanoreth | Thu 13-Mar-03 11:46 PM |
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#286, "RE: Immortal descriptions."
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A fela with rippling, smoky fur stands here, her mouth open in a friendly smile, revealing sharp teeth. Her thick fur is black underneath with silver guardhairs, making her flash and shift colors any time she moves. Emerald green eyes gaze at you measuringly, and her large ears point at you, taking in your every word. Long, silvery whiskers fan out from a silver-streaked muzzle. A long mane of silvery hair falls down her throat and the silvery ruff on her cheeks makes her face wide, emphasizing her smile. She is tall for a fela, but as she is usually relaxing against something or sitting down, you have a hard time gauging her true height. A long, silver-tipped tail twitches behind her, lashing back and forth when she is angry. Her deep eyes seem to be filled with tales, which with her streaked muzzle makes her look ancient, but her movements are lithe and supple, like a cat on her second life.
Yanoreth, a female felar, is in perfect health.
Yanoreth is using: <worn on finger> (Glowing) a large moonstone ring <worn on body> a deerskin overdress embroidered with silver <worn on tail> a festive weave of ribbons <worn on head> a simple but elegant silver circlet <worn on legs> a flowing skirt that shimmers with light and darkness <worn about body> an enveloping, silvery cloak <wielded> the Rod of Eternity <held> an hourglass filled with silvery sand <tattooed> a waning silvery moon
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Valguarnera | Sat 22-Mar-03 04:06 AM |
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#287, "Link to photo!"
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Straklaw | Thu 13-Mar-03 06:35 PM |
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#285, "A tall, wiry orc hunces here, eyes darting furtively fr..."
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Standing a little over seven feet in height, this creature lacks anywhere near the thickness you would expect for a being of its size. Swinging his massive, gore-spattered weapons easily, his greenish-gray skin shifts disturbingly over tightly corded muscles that appear much to thin and gangly to provide such power. Thin to the point of appearing emaciated, this extends to nearly everything about him. With a narrow face, and long, thin tusks which appear to have been sharpened intentionally protruding from his lower jaw. Many large wounds, and numerous scars cover his body, many appearing infected and long-unhealed; particularly a grinning skull upon his arm which even seems to wink at you as the arm beneath moves. His eyes dart about constantly from deep within their sockets, but they seem to lack enough intelligence behind them for the look to be fear. Instead, a sly gleam makes it appear that they search only for opportunities.
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shokai | Thu 13-Mar-03 02:50 PM |
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#283, "RE: Immortal descriptions."
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A huge arial stands before you his golden eyes blazing with a holy fire. Though hard to read his expression seems neither peaceful or hostile. A dark black cloak flows down the length of his body, concealing all that lies beneath it, save for a soft glow radiating from the arial himself. With a roar of wind, and a flash of blinding silvery light he opens his cloak. As your eyes adjust to the light surrounding you, you stare in amazement. A sphere of silvery flame surrounds the arial. On his chest he wears the finest shirt of chainmail you have ever seen. Woven into the shirt, in golden chain, the image of a dragon with phoenix wings. His arms and legs are covered with equally fine armor. His feathers seem to be made of pure silver, each one of them sparkles and gleams with it's own light. In his right hand he holds a shield that seems to be made purely of Light. In his left hand he holds a huge warhammer. Behind him huge wings, pulsing with flame spread out. You feel your throat clench slightly when you realise who the figure before you is, Shokai the Skyborn, God of Light and Guardian of Thera. He stares intently at you...waiting for you to speak.
Shokai is using: <worn on finger> (Glowing) a wedding band of pure light <worn around neck> a long flowing dark cloak of deep black <worn on body> a beautiful shirt of silver chainmail <worn on head> (Glowing) the Circlet of the Phoenix <worn on face> a battle-tarnished silver mask <worn on legs> a pair of deep-gray chainmail leggings <worn on arms> a pair of deep-gray chainmail sleeves <worn on wings> two bright white feathers on a silver chain <worn about waist> a worn leather sheath attached to a mithril belt <wielded> (Glowing) Maran, the Hammer of Light <dual wield> (Glowing) Ta're, the Hammer of the Wind <tattooed> (Glowing) a silver phoenix clutching the moon
yeah, I know my desc says shield and hammer, and most of the time I'm actually running around with a spear. Isn't inconsistancy a bitch? Like, Zulgh, I was also given the gift of an Ilraeth portrait, and once I figure out how to post it...I'll update with it.
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Ilraeth | Sun 16-Mar-03 11:21 PM |
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#284, "Shokai"
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Iunna | Thu 13-Mar-03 12:03 PM |
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#282, "RE: Immortal descriptions."
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Deep honey colored eyes watch over the surroundings intently from the pleasant face of this small fela. In odd contrast, however, a fiery third eye has made its home in the middle of her forehead. The heavy coat of fur that covers much of her is a stark white, so much that it seems to repel dirt and dust. In contrast, her paws are black in an unnatural looking way and are virtually furless. Her ears are short and tipped with long white tufts of fur, each twitching as if they had a life of their own. She seems to have an easy manner about the way she moves and goes about life in general. Despite the agelessness of her appearance, her honey eyes sparkle with the knowledge that a life full of experiences has brought her. Iunna, a female felar, is in perfect health.
Iunna is using: <worn on finger> a gold ring etched with jade runes set with a fireblood ruby <worn around neck> a ruby butterfly pendant hung on a silver chain <worn on body> a black suede corset with red lacing <worn on tail> a tail wrap strung with small silver bells <worn on legs> a long, flowing skirt with many silken layers <worn on forepaws> a pair of flaming red fur mittens <worn about body> a bright red cloak embroidered with yellow flames <held> a flask of Dwarven Flaming Whiskey <tattooed> a fiery red third eye in the center of the forehead
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Zulghinlour | Wed 12-Mar-03 11:58 PM |
Member since 04th Mar 2003
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#277, "RE: Immortal descriptions."
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His fiery red hair is graying at the temples. It hangs in a large braid that runs down his back. His well-kept orange beard also shows signs of aging, flecked with gray hair. He stares at you with dark brown eyes in a stern gaze, perhaps with the wisdom of many years, or perhaps contempt for the ineptness that seems to be everywhere. He stands here his thick arms crossed. A massive silver armlet can be seen upon each of his biceps. On the right, though a bit tarnished is a large Dragon's Tooth, surrounded by the symbols of the Five Magics. On the left even more tarnished than the other is a massive axe upon a blue rune covered book, the symbol of his family. Upon his chest plate you see etched there a shining golden Codex, the mark of the Empire. The massive axe in his right hand seems to glow with an unholy light. It seems to shiver, and you are positive you just heard a howl emanate from it. Perhaps it truly is a stealer of souls.
The image Ilraeth made for me, and it has been the background image on my home PC since the day she gave it to me.
So long, and thanks for all the fish!
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Drekten | Thu 13-Mar-03 12:36 AM |
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#278, "Wow!"
In response to Reply #15
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Not only is she one of the twin goddesses of mystery, but shes quite an artist! Colour me impressed.
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Ilraeth | Sun 16-Mar-03 11:22 PM |
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#280, "RE: Immortal descriptions."
In response to Reply #18
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Something may be done with exactly that soon.
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Zulghinlour | Thu 13-Mar-03 04:01 PM |
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#281, "Forgot my gear"
In response to Reply #15
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Zulghinlour is using: <worn on finger> (Humming) a band of pure darkness <worn on finger> (Humming) a band of pure darkness <worn on body> a suit of black mithril platemail <worn on head> (Glowing) a crown engulfed in unholy flames <worn about waist> a belt of braided storm giant skin <worn around wrist> a bracelet of elven bones linked by iron chains <worn around wrist> a bracelet of elven bones linked by iron chains <wielded> (Glowing) (Humming) the massive mithril axe, 'Victory' <dual wield> (Glowing) (Humming) the massive iron axe, 'Conquest'
So long, and thanks for all the fish!
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Yanoreth | Wed 12-Mar-03 09:57 PM |
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#271, "RE: Poetry"
In response to Reply #12
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Damn, that was a while ago. Please feel free to post the entire description, not that it was really a description.
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Quislet | Thu 13-Mar-03 12:42 AM |
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#272, "RE: Poetry"
In response to Reply #13
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>Damn, that was a while ago. Please feel free to post the >entire description, not that it was really a description.
True, it was more a collection of poetry, but that in itself is fitting. Here it is:
The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes, The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening, Lingered upon the pools that stand in drains, Let fall upon its back the soot that falls from chimneys, Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap, And seeing that it was a soft October night, Curled once about the house, and fell asleep. ... And on the pedestal these words appear: "My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!" Nothing besides remains. Round the decay Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare The lone and level sands stretch far away. ... The moon has nothing to be sad about, Staring from her hood of bone.
She is used to this sort of thing. Her blacks crackle and drag. ... Nolueram, Belinda, tuos violare capillos; Sed juvat, hoc precibus me tribuisse tuis. Poetry is in perfect health.
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Yanoreth | Fri 14-Mar-03 02:40 PM |
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#273, "Would you like a hint as to where the Latin came from? ..."
In response to Reply #17
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Falstaff | Fri 14-Mar-03 02:53 PM |
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#274, "Hint: Here's the english translation"
In response to Reply #25
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I was unwilling, Belinda, to ravish your locks; but I rejoice to have conceded this to your prayers.
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Intronan | Wed 12-Mar-03 01:34 PM |
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#268, "Sure"
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A soft rustle, almost as of silk, reveals the presence of a birdlike figure of almost demonic appearance. The beautiful white feathers associated with the arial race are not in evidence, as this birds feathers are of the deepest black. His eyes stare more through you, than at you, and his head is cocked at a slight angle, as he listens... to what, you dread knowing.
His beak is jagged and horrifying, almost as if it has been tampered with to produce what can only be described as fangs. The beak itself is splattered by dark, crimson spots. His weapons are of an ebony color, and each is adorned with a silver skull.
You are using: <worn on body> a thick vest of pitch-black leather <worn on face> a mask with garish silver death runes <worn on legs> a pair of black leather leggings <worn on claws> black claw wraps with thin silver blades <worn on arms> thick black leather sleeves <worn about waist> a wide black sash hung with several skulls <wielded> a black long-bladed kris <tattooed> a blood-stained raven
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Scarabaeus | Wed 12-Mar-03 09:36 AM |
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#266, "Description"
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Twin points of burning red light twinkle within the sunken sockets of the undead god's eyes, long since rotted away. His decayed flesh clings to his ancient bones like translucent leather, his face a skeletal mockery of life, his hands like shrunken talons. Across his forehead, carved into the flesh with a blunt blade are the characters: "ThIAF", the edges of the carving darkened with age, giving the appearance of an embossed set of runes. A golden earring in the shape of a winged beetle hangs from his left ear, a black pearl stud adorning the right.
Decked out in brushed silk robes, the scent of perfumes and incense rise from this ghostly figure from which you would expect the stench of the grave. A cowl embroidered with three repeating symbols is draped over his bald skull, blanketing his wretched face with shadow.
At his side, slung through a striped sash, hangs the Sword of Perdition in its bone and sinew scabbard, studded with rubies.
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Meatloaf | Thu 13-Mar-03 03:02 PM |
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#267, "RE: Description"
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' his face a skeletal mockery of life '
I love this part. Fits his nature very well.
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nepenthe | Wed 12-Mar-03 08:17 AM |
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#264, "Why not:"
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Since it's rarely seen normally anymore, here's Droky's:
This behemoth of a draconic creature is simply enormous, of a size to a normal adult dragon that the dragon would be in turn to a human. His countless scales are a dark crimson in hue, a color remniscent of singed blood. A sheen of light plays across his hide, resembling not moisture so much as the dripping blood of unknown ancients. Jet-black talons tip his massive claws, seeming to bore into the air around and absorb any light foolish enough to come near those terrible instruments of predation. Leathery wings upon his back, when unfolded to the creature's full wingspan, cast the surroundings in a frightful shade, though it is difficult to imagine so vast a being taking flight until it is actually witnessed. Milky white eyes stare lazily at you, clearly regarding you as some sort of lesser being. Drokalanatym, a male dragon, is in perfect health.
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Ilraeth | Sun 16-Mar-03 11:18 PM |
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#265, "Drokalanatym"
In response to Reply #7
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Llohuir | Wed 12-Mar-03 03:59 AM |
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#259, "RE: Immortal descriptions."
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Some questions : 1. How come you still need equipments? 2. Do you create your own armor/equipments according to your description and/or 'becoz-I-like-it'? 3. Do you have the power to create your own? Also do you have that power to do one for your follower?
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Quislet | Wed 12-Mar-03 06:40 AM |
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#261, "RE: Immortal descriptions."
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>3. Do you have the power to create your own? Also do you have that >power to do one for your follower?
The only one I have an answer to. I was once given a t-shirt by Nighthawk that said "I visited Nighthawk's Shrine and all I got was this stupid T-Shirt". Of course it wasn't exactly IC, but it was extremely funny. Having identified it, it was the same level as Nighthawk was, and he verified to me that he didn't have to make it that level. So, some Imms can create items and give them out, but if they do nowadays it would be something more IC than a t-shirt. I'd never expect them to make or give you something, especially not if you outright ask.
Although, if the Imm is impressed with you, and looking for a way to reward you for something, and you can see their things...a compliment on their things might inspire them to give you something similar. Otherwise, it's flattery, which depending on the Imm might be good or bad.
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Intronan | Wed 12-Mar-03 02:01 PM |
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#263, "A few answers"
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- 1. How come you still need equipments?
Gods are intimidating. Naked Gods even more so. It's best we're all clothed.
- 2. Do you create your own armor/equipments according to your description and/or 'becoz-I-like-it'?
Personally, I tie in my equipment to my desc, and roleplay.
- 3. Do you have the power to create your own? Also do you have that power to do one for your follower?
Look at it this way... we're Gods. So, umm, creating a dagger isn't gonna be all that tough for us.
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Vynmylak | Wed 12-Mar-03 03:15 AM |
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#257, "RE: Immortal descriptions."
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Here you go:
Standing before you is a behemoth of giant, his large muscles bulging from the confines of his shining armor. His long sea-green hair is worn long and unfettered, hanging below his shoulders and fluttering with the available breeze. His bright emerald eyes peer out from beneath bushy brows, and his craggy, weathered face is filled with lines resulting from his animated, emotional expressions. He wears a thick, long goatee which frames his wide, thick-lipped mouth. His armor is impeccably well-maintained, glittering and reflecting with the light at hand. He carries a large shield upon his left arm, while his right fingers the hilt of his weapon at his waist. As you continue to inspect this large, dominating holy knight, you notice that the years of time have made slight dent upon him. He does not appear old, yet he carries upon him the trails that only time can mark.
<worn around neck> flowing cloak of dark grey trimmed in white <worn on body> a brightly polished plate of thick mithril <worn on legs> a pair of well-polished mithril leg-plates <worn on feet> a pair of steel-plated boots <worn on hands> a pair of mithril-plated gauntlets <worn on arms> a pair of brightly polished mithril sleeves <worn as shield> (Glowing) a shield emblazoned with a silver phoenix <worn about body> silver surcoat embroidered with a rising sun <worn about waist> a dark-grey belt of woven steel <wielded> a beautifully crafted warhammer named 'Burning Faith' <tattooed> (Glowing) a clarion of burnished steel
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Ilraeth | Sun 16-Mar-03 11:01 PM |
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#256, "Karithia"
In response to Reply #1
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