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Stained with fresh blood, a dirk of jagged bone has been left here.
A large bone of unknown origin comprises the bulk of this savage-looking dirk, pieces of sinew still visible along the surface. Forming what would be the blade of a normal dirk, the sides have been chipped away at to create vicious serrations along them to allow the ripping of flesh with each thrust. Fastened tightly to the lower section are two smaller bones, wrapped with strips of leather to create a makeshift guard. Wound tightly below are strips of flayed and cured flesh, affording a sturdy grip to the wielder in combat.
He's grimdark.
The heavy fall of this once regal cloak bears a passing resemblance to crushed silk, but is better suited to the small fortune of bronze and silver thread spun through it. At one moment the fabric is an unassuming, sea-dark green, the next a coppery cavalcade of nightmares as it swirls at the ankles, the hem tattered and rank with old blood. Motion and illumination bring to light the scenes of carnage and death that are lovingly embroidered across the aged samite. A cherub crawls broken at the bottom border, the last vestige of its wings picked apart by a buzzing swarm of gem-bodied locusts. Silent, a faceless figure carves through silver-lined clouds with the edge of a monumental blade. Gilded wraiths converge on a strange obelisk erected at the summit. Clasping the cloak at the shoulders is an inseparable brace of rusted iron, fashioned in the shape of two daemonic talons that curl in and clutch cruelly at the wearer, securing themselves in the flesh beneath. An inner lining of silvery satin adds a little flourish to the gristle.
Cut from rough and fire-blackened iron, this mask is fitted too well to the face that wears it. With no apparent edges for fingertips to prise, it is almost seamed to the skin, obscuring everything from brow to chin but for the eerie gleam of the eyes. Two rectangular slits serve as eyeholes, widened with some crude instrument for a full periphery of vision. Another rectangle is carved for the mouth, with the strange acoustics of the wearer's speech echoing through the metallic slot. Expressionless, the iron would be a single coarse piece of metal, but a prominent crack spiders up from the left corner of the mouth, twisting it into a splintered half-grin and pulling one side out of symmetry. Real teeth flash behind its jagged, broken V, as something like rust or blood darkens the unpolished metal. Its simplicity makes the mask yet more unsettling: a silent and non-negotiable spectre, where it looms from the shadows.
Reaching down with a massive hand, Sartan lifts your head and draws a taloned finger across your throat, the wound closing as He does so.
Seeing all these awesome designs has been so great that I think we're going to have a House mask exhibition in the city soon!
Dropped: Nearly imperceptible, a pair of spectral wings shimmer faintly on the ground.
Examined: In an eldritch display, skeletal fingers constitute the framework of these wings; a phantasmal aura emanating from them. The narrow, elongated digits arch across the top of the wings to complete the ten foot length, projecting downward at several points in a chiropteran structure. A spectral patagium connects the sable joints, the sheer surface adding elegance to the gaunt arrangement. The ombre of the membrane begins with carmine and midnight streaks that give way to an eerie translucency, casting an aubergine shadow beneath its vast wingspan. Leathery sinew wraps over the wearer's shoulders in a macabre embrace, securing the wings firmly in place.
a massive warhammer of pink diamond
Carved entirely from glittering diamond, this enormous warhammer coruscates with the brilliance of a celestial star. Thin veins of some red impurity spider through the clear facets, lightly tinting the precious stone with a dusky pink flush. Despite its ostentatious appearance, the hefty instrument of war retains an aura of menace: sharp spikes crown the heavy hammer head, ready to rip through flesh and bone, and the weapon's sheer weight makes it a formidable bludgeon in the right hands. A halberd's length long, the slim handle is smooth up to the last four inches, where the diamond flares out into a series of rounded bumps for a better grip.
4+ RL years back, someone I RP'd with a lot told me I should try designing something in bronze. I -finally- did.
DROPPED: A burnished bronze vial has been left here.
The soul of Ashmond says, "Always with the sniping."
(Clan): Ictinus says, "Stop it Jiraishin, you're making me like you."
For the upcoming Logosmas masquerade ball:
Dropped: Tendrils of frost spread outward from beneath an abandoned rapier.
Examined: Crafted from a mixture of pure cobalt and ice from the deepest reaches of Sllshya's Maw, this rapier is both an artisan's masterpiece as well as a duelist's weapon. Intricate tendrils of cobalt flow from the crossguard to just above the pommel, providing a measure of protection to the wielder's hand, while a wrapping of violet regasco hide forms a sturdy yet comfortable grip. A core of elemental ice acts as the pommel, eternally frozen within its cobalt bindings and offering a firm counterbalance to the slender blade. Barely two fingers in width, the blade itself flows with razor edges into a wicked barb at the point. Etched along the surface are jagged designs reminiscent of shattered crystals, the lines gleaming slightly in contrast to the darkness of the metal. A thin miasma of frost emanates from the guard along the blade, the gelid vapours lazily enveloping it to leave a faint sheen of ice that refracts and distorts the jagged etchings beneath.
Huzzah.
a battered iron buckler
Battered and dented, its once-fine etchings faded to mere scratches in the metal, this round shield has evidently survived many battles. Despite these signs of wear, no rust mars the shield's black iron, bespeaking both care and continuous use. The images etched upon the buckler are discernible, if only faintly: an open eye above two crossed arrows on the central boss, a howling coyote near the shield's bottom right edge, and a stylised pyre at the top left.
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a sealskin mariner's cloak
Made with the unforgiving seas in mind, this calf-length, hooded cloak is sewn from the skin of a Kamleikan harp seal. It is a mottled greyish-brown in colour, and its outer surface has been carefully oiled to keep the seal leather supple and waterproof. A leather drawstring at the throat allows the hood to be tightened when raised, securing it against high winds, and room has been left in the shoulders to permit the maximum range of motion. A tiny bow-and-arrow has been burned into the bottom left corner of the garment.
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Dikeia, a young desert coydog
Part coyote, part desert pariah dog, nothing about this canine's elegantly proportioned form suggests domestication. Ever alert for threats, she regards the world suspiciously through almond-shaped, amber-coloured eyes, more slanted than a domestic dog's and set beneath expressive brows. Her long, tapered muzzle conceals a lethal set of ivory fangs, and her large, pricked ears swivel to catch sounds on the breeze or in response to her moods. Her paws are large, with flexible toes and curved, spike-like claws; a plumed tail curves over her back or sweeps downward as she chooses. This young adult coydog is at the peak of health, her musculature clearly visible beneath a sleek coat of sand-coloured fur. Powerful shoulders and hindquarters, sinewy legs, and a flexible, catlike spine lend her movements a distinctly predatory grace.
RANDOM REACT: A young desert coydog opens her mouth in a luxurious yawn, revealing a long, pink tongue and two glistening white rows of formidably large, sharp teeth.
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an etched steel shackle
Carefully dulled, the steel which forms this heavy shackle glimmers with muted threat. Etched figures from legend and myth enact their deeds across the fetter's outer surface, at odds with its austerity of design. Scene follows scene: Lucaine Pyramides is shown as a youth fighting to escape his Kashari masters, and as an unarmed man pinned by swords to a tree; a grimly smiling mhun, khopesh at his feet, faces the rajamalan Ambassador K'shin; Lord Dunamis duels the Marvinogian; the forces of Light battle ancient enemies in a scene from Al Qalat's tapestries. Glyphs copied from Adroushan's walls line the top of the shackle.
The soul of Ashmond says, "Always with the sniping."
(Clan): Ictinus says, "Stop it Jiraishin, you're making me like you."
glistening white rows - "glistening" modifies "white" as in "glistening white" so no comma
Checks out. +1
little, black dress
thick, yellow rope
deal with it.
I use different rules for academic and professional writing, but I also don't get to wax poetic about the inside of my murderpup's mouth in those situations. Unfortunately.
The soul of Ashmond says, "Always with the sniping."
(Clan): Ictinus says, "Stop it Jiraishin, you're making me like you."
I got to design a plush that makes me happy every time I squish its belly and it yawps at me.
Dropped: A small blackbird plush tips forward on narrow legs, beak pecking at the ground.
Examined: Crushed black velvet, smooth and glossy, surrounds a generous amount of stuffing to form a plump blackbird plush. Glittering black enamel eyes look greedily around for treats, and a beak of stiff orange leather gapes open in a wide gawk. Several layers of velvet are quilted together into floppy wings and a tail, appearing slightly too small for the rotund creature. Ribbon-wrapped wire emerges from the bird’s underside in thin legs that end in four splayed claws.
SQUEEZE PLUSH
As you squeeze the plump belly of an orchard blackbird plush, its orange beak yawps open with a rusty squawk.
As $person pushes on the plump belly of an orchard blackbird plush, its orange beak yawps open with a rusty squawk.
PUSH PLUSH
You carefully perch an orchard blackbird plush on the ground and tap its outstretched tail. The plump bird teeters wildly on gangly legs, beak tipping forward to peck furiously at the ground.
$+person perches an orchard blackbird plushie on the ground and taps its outstretched tail. The plump bird teeters wildly on gangly legs, beak tipping forward to peck furiously at the ground.
Appearance: a chaotic charm bracelet of Ashtani pride
Dropped: A gold charm bracelet is here, a violet sheen evident in any flux of illumination.
Examined: Crafted from the finest gold and polished to a lustrous sheen, a number of tiny chain links are moulded to form this bracelet of eight Ashtani charms. Perhaps the first representation of the Seat of Chaos, any inflection of light reveals a nearly imperceptible coating of violet lacquer. Dangling from carefully chosen links, the trinkets represent life and culture within the city. A small golden catherine wheel and a minuscule basalt carving of a volcano are first in the symbolic series, followed by a tiny golden octopus, a silver charm in the shape of an open eye and a pair of crossed golden spears. The next charm is wooden, carved to resemble a Thalassian seastrider and the one that follows is a small chunk of blackened iron, cast to form a metal tank. The final charm takes the shape a small obsidian fly that resides on a golden spiderweb. Several extra links of chain dangle freely to allow the bracelet to be clasped around any size wrist. Etched into the clasp of the bracelet is the small insignia of a skull atop crossed battleaxes.
indigo-soled shoes bearing a claw-shaped heel
Azure lightning crawls across the three blades of an abandoned bone boomerang.
Sculpted from the shoulder-bone of some monstrous avian, this three-bladed boomerang is the perfect amalgam of durability and weight. Intricate scrimshaw covers every surface of the ossified weapon, a round cabochon of iridescent rainbow obsidian in the central hub providing stability when thrown. Minute sparks of blue lightning crawl across the wings to their bronze-capped tips, imbuing the boomerang with a coruscating azure nimbus.
a silver dagger pendant
Forged from Targossian silver alloyed with platinum, this pendant is a miniature copy of a Lothosian dagger, possessing all the menacing grace of the original despite its diminutive size. Approximately an inch and a half in length, the double-edged blade is sleek and finely pointed; iron wire coils about the dagger pendant's tiny hilt, mimicking the black manta leather that would wrap the grip of a full-sized weapon, and a single white seed pearl sits proudly at the centre of the handguards. A steel chain runs through a hole drilled horizontally through the top of the haft; an engraved bow-and-arrow adorns the chain's clasp.
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a golden pyre pendant
The graceful lines of this flat, gold pendant form the stylised image of a sacred pyre. It hangs from a thin gold chain, the clasp of which bears an engraved bow-and-arrow emblem.
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a crystal spider pendant
A diamond-cut crystal the size of a sparrow's egg, prismatic rainbows glittering from its many facets, serves as the body of this arachnoid pendant; a cluster of tiny, frost-blue sapphires, cunningly set within minute depressions at one end of the body, stand in for the spider's myriad eyes. Eight platinum legs, feathered as if with hoarfrost, and a pair of platinum mandibles complete the miniaturized likeness of one of the Fissure of Echoes' fearsome crystal spiders. The pendant hangs from a thin platinum chain, allowing it to be worn around the neck; the chain's clasp is engraved with a bow-and-arrow emblem.
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[crit pendant custom, collab with Mezghar]
a poised black dragon pendant
: Carved in impossible detail from a single black spinel, this miniature wyrm's scales gleam with a sombre lustre. Socketed ruby eyes glare imperiously from its draconic visage, casting a burning glow upon the surrounding black gemstone, and sinuous, pointed horns sweep elegantly back from the elongated skull. Depicted in the midst of an aerial combat manoeuvre, the dragon's wings fan out beneath its body as it strikes upward, claws extended towards an unseen enemy; the dragon's slender neck curves inward, mirroring the position of its tail, and its open jaws display rows of meticulously rendered, needle-sharp teeth. A thin bronze chain, seemingly caught and tangled in both sets of talons, serves to secure the pendant about the wearer's neck.
The soul of Ashmond says, "Always with the sniping."
(Clan): Ictinus says, "Stop it Jiraishin, you're making me like you."
Contact me in game. Some will be for me, some will be for other stuff. But I suck at descriptions so.. soliciting help. You need to do it under the understanding it will become my property but you will be paid in credits or gold for it.
It is going to smell AWFUL after a while.
The soul of Ashmond says, "Always with the sniping."
(Clan): Ictinus says, "Stop it Jiraishin, you're making me like you."
Dropped: Resembling a shadow, a massive pair of wings lies unfurled here.
Examined: Glorious in their feathered construction, this pair of wings easily spans eight feet in length. A cacophony of slate-hued feathers lines the entire surface, achieving functional organization despite the jutting angles of several primaries. Each vane is packed so densely that the wings are remarkably velveteen to the touch. Corvid in inspiration, the charcoal tones resemble a shadow enfolding the wearer, highlighted by violet streaking from rachis to tip. The sound of flight is muted by the buoyant collection of downy epaulettes fanning across the shoulders.
Dropped: Muting the light around it, a shadowy shield has been left here.
Examined: Comprised almost entirely of blackened diamond, this shield is impenetrably rigid yet thin enough to be supported by a single person. It is sculpted to flare at each edge in the form of jagged wings, curling sufficiently to provide protection without weakening the barrier. Multiple facets are fashioned over the surface to accentuate the material's shimmering nature. Though inflexible in structure, the marbled onyx and slate tones soften the hues of the otherwise imposing shield. Affixed to the inside are straps of charred leather allowing it to be fastened to the wearer's arm in combat.
Appearance: A small steel chest covered in arcane runes.
Examined Description: (chest for house-themed ritualism)
Rectangular in design, this small chest has been fashioned from pure steel, iron, and gold. Powerful symbols that have been etched into the entirety of the container to support potent Aeonic and Shadowmancy spells, primarily to prevent the caster from backlash from the powers of Time and Shadow. The inside of the chest features deep, intricate patterns to keep a person's shadow contained for a small period of time. The small ravines are lined with iron and gold, forming an 8-spoked catherine wheel at the epicenter of the impression, as well as smaller wheels on each side of the inner chest walls. The Iron of the chest is warped, and the lock, sundered. The entire item seems to thrum with an unseen energy.
Appearance: A horrific, igneous bastardsword
Examined Description: (Level 3 artie for my friend!)
Forged from the molten lava of simmering calderas along a scorched isle, this obsidian bastard sword is little more than a massive hunk of raw volcanic glass with jagged edges to shred the weak flesh it is dragged across. An uneven crossguard and hilt of harvested bones is emplaced to ensure a perfect counterbalance to the irregular horrific igneous blade. Heavy, yet resolute in its structure, the blade has been tarnished with the blood and gore of the slain. Amid the gruesome remnants of flesh and ichor, runes reminiscent of a troll's macabre touch are sketched to incite fear.
Appearance: A midnight-black wolf mask of obsidian.
Examined Description: (My house mask)
This obsidian mask mimics the features of a midnight-black wolf. Small eyeholes provide ample vision for the wearer, while the detailed maw and nostril of the wolf provide areas of entry for air to the wearer's nose and mouth. The wolf's visage is permanently etched into a growl, it's fearsome snarl revealing teeth of silver. Underneath the mask is a smooth surface that fits the face well, giving comfort to the wearer. The mask covers the entire head, its ears and fur portrayed as if the beast were in motion, hunting down prey.
Also, thanks to @Tianondria and @Amunet for the various pieces they've done and helped me with
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