Appearance: an obsidian crescent-bladed spear Dropped: An obsidian crescent-bladed spear impales the ground here in gleaming defiance. Examined: This lithe spear begins with a long crescent-shaped blade of knapped obsidian. From razor edge to roughly gouged flat centre, the blade's glassy surface swallows what little light passes through its blackened translucence. A meticulously carved jet raven firmly seizes the base of the blade in its beak, with outstretched wings guarding the gap between blade and haft. Clutched within the raven's talons, a long yew haft claims the remainder of the spear's length. Along the wood's bright grain, raven feathers are burned in a winding pattern from top to bottom. The base of the spear is capped with a white quartz wolf's head, its stony maw curled in a menacing snarl.
Dropped: Tentacles splayed, a monstrous cephalopod figurehead erupts from the deck.
Examined: Tentacles splayed forward in violent eruption from the deck, this monstrous cephalopod appears as if attacking the ship from beneath. Carved from interlocking pieces of mahogany and cherrywood, damage to the figurehead shows it has weathered the effects of underwater exposure and decay with remarkable resilience. A shimmering nimbus surrounds the sculpture, light reflected from the accumulation of salt in the myriad of cracks that crisscross its form. The octopus' single, malevolent-looking eye, picked out in burnished brass and onyx, glares menacingly towards the horizon.
Tharos, the Announcer of Delos shouts, "It's near the end of the egghunt and I still haven't figured out how to pronounce Clean-dat-hoo."
Dropped: A mammoth warhammer lies here, chunks of flesh clinging to bone.
Examined: Forged from the bones of a great Dragon, this warhammer is a horrific testament to violence. Its handle is a giant femur, chunks of tissue still clinging to its shock white surface, with a hide wrapping providing grip against the smooth bone. Long tendrils of sinew and fibre wind around its length, wrapping tightly around the Dragon skull to secure it in place. This skull acts as the head of the warhammer, a draconic visage of macabre devastation. Bony protrusions jut from its brow and crown, jagged spikes to pierce and impale, and saw-like teeth thrust forward from its jaw. Two large rubies are set into its eye sockets, a crimson gaze that is as unsettling as it is priceless.
Thanks to @Shirszae for the proof-reads, and @Jei for the inspiration. This is 1/8 parts to Natliya's home. Built it yesterday, after refining a really silly stream-of-consciousness write-up.
Entirely lit by a panoramic view of the surrounding Cyrenese
countryside, this room is walled with glass on seven of its eight tall, vaulted
sides, coming together in a brilliant, multifaceted, crystalline dome. The
entrance is a hinged matte, grey, stone door with two humble lanterns on either
side, wrought iron affixed to the same, smooth granite cut of the wall. Throughout
the entire room lay a thick blanket of purest white sand, meticulously raked
into concentric circles, many of which are overlapping the other; but nowhere
can be spotted a grain out of place, the patterns varying in diameter from
three inches diameter, to nearly two feet. Leading to the centre of the room,
several marble stepping stones are set firmly into the earth, each cut into a
flawed, misshapen pentagon. Around the path and scattered through the garden
are various lush examples of ferns and other vegetation, watered by a stream
which trickles near soundlessly in the background, entering from the northern ground,
and departing into the ground to the west. At the focus of the garden is one
large, flat octagon of quartz, upon which set two ornate, leather cushioned, walnut
chairs with a kawhe table between.
I'm working on my house. This is my favorite room so far:
A large trophy room
The rough fur of a fell werewolf rests upon the floor of this room, now a mere rug, with several large trophies scattered around it. Mounted on the wall, a warthog head glares at all intruders, its three large tusks each stained red at the tip. To the left, the enormous frog-like body of a sinister glubber stands motionless, the top of its head nearly touching the ceiling. Just below the warthog head and to the right, a tentacled polyp sits surrounded by its own tentacles, razor-sharp teeth glinting eerily in the light.
Only issue I see with that room is the use of 'left' and 'right'. Depending on orientation of the person in the room, that could change. It's slightly better if that room only has one entrance/exit, because then you can assume their standing in the doorway looking in, most of the time. Would recommend using something like
Against the western wall, the enormous frog-like body of a sinister glubber stands motionless, the top of its head nearly touching the ceiling. Opposite the glubber, a tentacled polyp sits surrounded by its own tentacles, razor-sharp teeth glinting eerily in the light.
I like it. However, aside from Solnir's comment above about orientation, the only thing that rankles with me is the polyp: One of the tentacles is redundant... a tentacled polyp sits surrounded by its own tentacles
Tharos, the Announcer of Delos shouts, "It's near the end of the egghunt and I still haven't figured out how to pronounce Clean-dat-hoo."
(D.M.A.): Cooper says, "Kyrra is either the most innocent person in the world, or the girl who uses the most innuendo seemingly unintentionally but really on purpose."
I like it. However, aside from Solnir's comment above about orientation, the only thing that rankles with me is the polyp: One of the tentacles is redundant... a tentacled polyp sits surrounded by its own tentacles
Maybe "Surrounded by its own appendages" or something similar would be better.
Only issue I see with that room is the use of 'left' and 'right'. Depending on orientation of the person in the room, that could change. It's slightly better if that room only has one entrance/exit, because then you can assume their standing in the doorway looking in, most of the time. Would recommend using something like
Against the western wall, the enormous frog-like body of a sinister glubber stands motionless, the top of its head nearly touching the ceiling. Opposite the glubber, a tentacled polyp sits surrounded by its own tentacles, razor-sharp teeth glinting eerily in the light.
Or something.
I see your point. It was supposed to portray that the other trophies are to the left/right of the warthog head, but I can probably word it better!
One of the Targ squad wanted a Trey-forged "ugga smash" hammer. It's different than I intended it to be when I started, but I still like it, hopefully they will too!
- a righteous warhammer of flame-touched steel
- Formidable even in its stillness, a massive warhammer has been cast aside here.
- Stretching four feet from end to end, this heavy tool of war is suitable only for the strongest of warriors. Bearing a smooth, oversized head, its flat-faced cylindrical end threatens to pulverize anything in its path; on the opposite face, a rending wedge of solid steel juts ominously, ready to split wood and armour with equal ease. Both sides are graced with the blued discolouration of being exposed to incredible heat, their indigo and gold hues radiating the acrid tang of steel scorched in white-hot flames. Its thick haft of white ash is sanded smooth, a series of carven rivulets flowing along its length, the grooves providing a sturdy grip for their wielder. Inlaid with brilliant filigree, their argent lengths mirror the forks and bends of the Silverveil river, and a thick ring of the same silver caps the butt of this fearsome weapon. Etched into the bottom of the ring is a minute smith's mark: crossed rapiers over a forge, the initials "T.A." to either side in flowing calligraphy.
-Brilliant fire opal honed to a razor edge forms the blade of this dagger. Veins of red and orange thread their way through a field of greens and blues, their iridescence casting a pale glow on the surroundings. An equally resplendent grip melds seamlessly with the blade, its blazing hues leaping forth before finally being subsumed by cooler tones near the tip. Shadows coil deep beneath the opalescent stone, occasionally fragmenting its pristine surface in a futile attempt to escape before the opal seals them beneath again.
I got my scims done over the weekend. @Milabar wrote most of descriptions, and I tweaked them after some thought. These have so much significance to me both IC and OOC, and they make me smile every time I use them - inspired by Nyn's parents (Dawnstrider Prenumbra - black scim, and Priestess Victaria - white scim), with various IC meaningful symbolisms, empowered in Mithraea's destroyed Temple, the names having OOC significance to me, the fact that when I first started the game 15 years (omg!) ago I never thought I'd ever get to the point I'd have artie weapons.
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Appearance: a snow white scimitar with an ivory handle
Dropped: A snow white scimitar with an ivory handle gleams softy on the ground here.
Examined: The blade of this scimitar gleams with a soft, white light. Its graceful curve is unmarred except for the runes of old etched onto its surface in gold, symbols of protection, guidance, and prayer. The ivory handle is formed into the body of an angelic spirit with eyes lowered and hands raised in prayer where one's fingers would rest. The angelic wings lift from her back, spreading from the handle to form the crossguard made of hardened white steel and mithril shards combined. Upon the pommel on both sides is a brilliant sunburst, its hues shifting from brilliant yellow to rustic red on the outer edges. On the upper handle, a solid mithril plate displays the name "Phosphoros" in fiery runes of red.
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Appearance: a matt black scimitar with a red sandstone handle
Dropped: A matt black scimitar with a red sandstone handle lays half-hidden on the ground.
Examined: This scimitar's matt black surface appears to absorb any reflection cast upon it, the material forged from shards of mithril salvaged from old Mitran relics. Its graceful curve is marred purposefully with a blooded groove along the edge. Imbued upon the guard are three runes depicting a serpent, a lion, and pair of crossed swords. The handle is made of metallic sandstone, a deep crimson red that reflects against the black asp that drips out of the mithril blade. Upon the pommel on both sides is an unblinking pale white eye, each iris encrusted with diamonds that reflect light from the darkness. Along the upper handle, a blackened mithril plate displays the name "Nykteria" upon it.
At some point the Achaean language police decided that matt is acceptable and matte isn't (see furniture). Any time you see matte now it should be typo'd
A frenzied cleric screams, "Like more than one halo!"
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Dropped: An obsidian crescent-bladed spear impales the ground here in gleaming defiance.
Examined: This lithe spear begins with a long crescent-shaped blade of knapped obsidian. From razor edge to roughly gouged flat centre, the blade's glassy surface swallows what little light passes through its blackened translucence. A meticulously carved jet raven firmly seizes the base of the blade in its beak, with outstretched wings guarding the gap between blade and haft. Clutched within the raven's talons, a long yew haft claims the remainder of the spear's length. Along the wood's bright grain, raven feathers are burned in a winding pattern from top to bottom. The base of the spear is capped with a white quartz wolf's head, its stony maw curled in a menacing snarl.
Thanks, @Penwize.
Yes it's a weapon like this.
If it's swallowed, it's not passing through
Thanks to @Ehene
This is 1/8 parts to Natliya's home. Built it yesterday, after refining a really silly stream-of-consciousness write-up.
@lyvia
Only issue I see with that room is the use of 'left' and 'right'. Depending on orientation of the person in the room, that could change. It's slightly better if that room only has one entrance/exit, because then you can assume their standing in the doorway looking in, most of the time. Would recommend using something like
Against the western wall, the enormous frog-like body of a sinister glubber stands motionless, the top of its head nearly touching the ceiling. Opposite the glubber, a tentacled polyp sits surrounded by its own tentacles, razor-sharp teeth glinting eerily in the light.
Or something.
I see your point. It was supposed to portray that the other trophies are to the left/right of the warthog head, but I can probably word it better!
Forged from blackened steel and crocodile hide, this suit of full plate armour is both imposing and
again, thanks to @Ehene
- Formidable even in its stillness, a massive warhammer has been cast aside here.
- Stretching four feet from end to end, this heavy tool of war is suitable only for the strongest of warriors. Bearing a smooth, oversized head, its flat-faced cylindrical end threatens to pulverize anything in its path; on the opposite face, a rending wedge of solid steel juts ominously, ready to split wood and armour with equal ease. Both sides are graced with the blued discolouration of being exposed to incredible heat, their indigo and gold hues radiating the acrid tang of steel scorched in white-hot flames. Its thick haft of white ash is sanded smooth, a series of carven rivulets flowing along its length, the grooves providing a sturdy grip for their wielder. Inlaid with brilliant filigree, their argent lengths mirror the forks and bends of the Silverveil river, and a thick ring of the same silver caps the butt of this fearsome weapon. Etched into the bottom of the ring is a minute smith's mark: crossed rapiers over a forge, the initials "T.A." to either side in flowing calligraphy.
- a fiery opal dagger
- a fiery opal dagger lies embedded in the ground
-Brilliant fire opal honed to a razor edge forms the blade of this dagger. Veins of red and orange thread their way through a field of greens and blues, their iridescence casting a pale glow on the surroundings. An equally resplendent grip melds seamlessly with the blade, its blazing hues leaping forth before finally being subsumed by cooler tones near the tip. Shadows coil deep beneath the opalescent stone, occasionally fragmenting its pristine surface in a futile attempt to escape before the opal seals them beneath again.
Tecton-Today at 6:17 PM
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Appearance: a snow white scimitar with an ivory handle
Dropped: A snow white scimitar with an ivory handle gleams softy on the ground here.
Examined: The blade of this scimitar gleams with a soft, white light. Its graceful curve is
unmarred except for the runes of old etched onto its surface in gold, symbols of protection,
guidance, and prayer. The ivory handle is formed into the body of an angelic spirit with eyes
lowered and hands raised in prayer where one's fingers would rest. The angelic wings lift from her
back, spreading from the handle to form the crossguard made of hardened white steel and mithril
shards combined. Upon the pommel on both sides is a brilliant sunburst, its hues shifting from
brilliant yellow to rustic red on the outer edges. On the upper handle, a solid mithril plate
displays the name "Phosphoros" in fiery runes of red.
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Appearance: a matt black scimitar with a red sandstone handle
Dropped: A matt black scimitar with a red sandstone handle lays half-hidden on the ground.
Examined: This scimitar's matt black surface appears to absorb any reflection cast upon it,
the material forged from shards of mithril salvaged from old Mitran relics. Its graceful curve is
marred purposefully with a blooded groove along the edge. Imbued upon the guard are three runes
depicting a serpent, a lion, and pair of crossed swords. The handle is made of metallic sandstone, a
deep crimson red that reflects against the black asp that drips out of the mithril blade. Upon the
pommel on both sides is an unblinking pale white eye, each iris encrusted with diamonds that reflect
light from the darkness. Along the upper handle, a blackened mithril plate displays the name
"Nykteria" upon it.