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appearance: an enormous kraken sconce of pallid bone
anyone who did a bone throne is a filthy animal
so here's mine
An ornately-carved throne of ivory and bone looms here.
A single bleached bone, carved to form a massive throne, provides a medium for a panelled series of relief sculptures. The dramatic story of a leviathan's demise at the hands of a Thalassian Seastrider plays out on the imposing back. From the splintering of the ship's hull under the great beast's power to the flares and darts flying from the Seastrider's weapons, intricate details have been preserved in scrimshawed bone. Perched atop the high-arched back, long ivory tusks rise and form a menacing canopy above any who dare to take a seat.
jewellery:
Tiny imitations of continental mountain ranges stand here, turned to earrings.
Intricately carved granite and slate depict the Sapient Vashnars and the Meropian Vasnaris. From smooth polish in the icy peaks near the village of Genji and rough textures in the lava rock of the northern Vasnaris, every last detail is re-created with astounding topological accuracy. Small fauna leap and prowl among the appropriate areas of each mountain range, from rams and lions to bears and jackdaws. Made from silvered steel, a stud clasp extends from the flat belly of the piece, ready to fill a piercing.
Appearance:a bowl of duck and blood pear
Dropped: A green-glazed bowl sits here, steaming.
Examined: Four roasted Ashtani duck legs are divided into sections, charred bones glazed in a filmy pyrene juice which pools at the heart of this glazed vessel. A dozen spears of blood pear thrust from the liquid, their scarlet forms bristling like drupaceous battlements guarding this delicacy.
First Eaten:You spoon hearty chunks of duck meat and pear into your mouth, the tender morsels slowly disappearing with each bite.
Third Eaten:$eater spoons chunks of meat and fruit into $eater_his mouth, the broth-soaked morsels slowly disappearing with each bite.
Taste: A bowl of duck and blood pear tastes rich and musky.
Smell: A bowl of duck and blood pear smells of garlic and herbs.
@Skye
Theme: homely
Required material: clay
Examined: Unglazed clay, sturdy if unlovely, forms this thick-walled jug. The vessel is neckless and roughly globular in shape, a curved handle sprouting from each side for ease of lifting. The stylised image of a leaping flame is impressed deeply upon the body of the jug, its only adornment save for a bow-and-arrow stamped on its flattened base.
Dropped: A squat, unglazed clay jug rests here.
The soul of Ashmond says, "Always with the sniping."
(Clan): Ictinus says, "Stop it Jiraishin, you're making me like you."
And you won't understand the cause of your grief...
...But you'll always follow the voices beneath.
Appearance:
a cottage-shaped bottle
Dropped:
A small, cottage-shaped bottle stands here.
Examined:
Barely large enough to hold more than a few sips, this small and squat bottle is made from colourfully glazed porcelain. Shaped like a small cottage, the boxy vessel is finely detailed with red brick walls and framed windows of clear glass that allow a peek at the contents within. The bottle's neck emerges from the green shingled roof as a cylindrical, terracotta-hued chimney.
In Vessel:
A sparkling pink cordial fills the vessel. Flakes of gold leaf are added to the efferverscent drink, the aurulent fragments rising and falling with the flow of bubbles like a never-ending rain of confetti.
First Drunk Ideal:
The fizzing cordial tickles your palate as you take a sip. Its sweet and candy-like flavours of sugary strawberry mingle with herbal hints of basil and just a hint of mineral salt.
Third Drunk Ideal:
Flakes of gold leaf renew their frenetic dance within the sparkling pink cordial as $+drinker tips $vessel towards $drinker_his mouth.
Taste:
has a sugary sweetness more akin to candy than fruit, but is laced with traces of basil oil and mineral salt.
Smell:
is a saccharine bouquet tempered with herbal notes of basil.
Had to revise it a few times because apparently the initial design was too pretty/aristocratic.
I'm honestly kind of surprised the drink placed because I made it very last minute and because I don't drink alcohol at all, I had to research what it was supposed to taste like if old or young. I didn't want to do alcohol at all but figured nothing else really screamed celebration.
Stories by Jurixe and Stories by Jurixe 2
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I didn't get a vessel design in, partly because I've been busy but mainly cause I'm lazy.
Generic:
strawberry ale
In Vessel:
A creamy head of foam floats atop a carmine-tinged ale swirling within, the aromatic scent of fresh strawberries gently infused into the effervescent brew.
First Drunk Ideal:
The soft, subtle flavour of infused strawberries shines through the smooth, malt taste of this effervescent ale as you tilt back $vessel and swallow, leaving behind an imprint of creamy foam on your upper lip, which you quickly wipe off.
Third Drunk Ideal:
Tilting back $vessel, $drinker swallows a generous mouthful of strawberry ale, leaving behind a frothy imprint on $drinker_his lip, which $drinker_he quickly wipes away.
Taste:
This ale has a fruity, malt flavor with a slightly tart aftertaste.
Smell:
This ale emits the aromatic scent of ripe strawberries and toasted malt.
Artistry:
APPEARANCE: an oil canvas depicting the grim demise of Caizehl
DROPPED: Painted in dark oils, a canvas of Lord Sartan depicts His triumph over Caizehl.
EXAMINED: The desolate landscape of the Inferno is painted across this canvas in a swathe of acherontic oils and pigments. Gouts of hellish flame burst upwards from cracks and fissures in the blasted ground, daemonic legions and demon swarms clashing beneath a painted sky of roaring flame in a bloody, unrelenting battle for supremacy. The centred focus of the artwork, the cloven-hoofed form of the Demon Prince Caizehl, lies dead upon the canvas, torso ripped apart and body mangled within a pool of malignant, green ichor. A single steel pinion sprouts from the right shoulder blade of the mutilated Caizehl, stained with the grim splatters of blood, both emerald and crimson. Looming above His obliterated foe is the Lord of Evil, a bloodsteel-clad leg planted firmly upon his demonic prey. Vermilion blood, painted with vivid hues, spills from the grievous wounds of the Malevolent One, the grim flesh of His left side brutally ravaged and rent asunder, the Divine's fierce gaze and command of authority does not waver even amidst His injuries. Clenched triumphantly within the wicked talons of Sartan, the Malevolent, the eight-chambered Heart of Caizehl throbs, torn from the mutilated ribcage of the Demon Prince.
Sculpture:
APPEARANCE: a throned statue of Sartan, the Malevolent
DROPPED: From atop His fel throne, a statue of Evil's god looms with imperious authority.
EXAMINED: Captured in ebon-black basalt from the bowels of Mhaldor Isle, the ominous and imperious form of Sartan, the Malevolent commands authority even as stone. The portentous stature of Evil's god looms with lifelike accuracy from atop His throne, rope-like veins standing starkly against His basalt skin, the natural texture of the sculpture not unlike the grim surface of scarred flesh. Clenched fists tipped with wicked talons rest upon the throne's arms, the golden eyes of the malignant Divine staring fiercely outwards with irrefutable contempt. The fel throne from which Evil reigns is sculpted of the same blackened basalt, stone-carved skulls adorning nearly every surface of the malevolent seat, their faces twisted in a rictus of agony even in death. Distinct in size, two massive, daemonic skulls gaze forward from beneath armrests on either side of the throne, luminous emeralds set into their lifeless sockets to mimic the eerie glow of green flame.
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.
Appearance:
a vividly tiled mural in homage to Sin
Dropped:
Thousands of small tiles cover the wall, forming a striking mural in homage to Sin.
Examined:
a menacing sculpture in homage to Sartan
Dropped:
An imposing sculpture paying homage to Sartan, the Malevolent towers here, exuding an aura of menace.
Examined:
Ashen marble rises up to a towering height in the malignant and scarred form of Sartan, the Malevolent. Angular features are twisted into a cruel and sinister snarl, fierce determination set on His heavy brow. In startling likeness to the immortal, each pock, scar, vein, and line of sinew are chiseled to precision, encapsulating the God in all His terrifying glory. Sharp eyes drawn into thin slits are inset with topaz, the golden colour a stark contrast to the otherwise dark and brooding features. Clenched within the God's fists are a mortal heart, and a pair of dangling shackles, individual links of chain moulded and shaped with some curvature to appear to be caught in swaying-motion. Forming the foundation of the sculpture is a shallow, circular basin, the lines of a pentagram carved out of it. Littered amongst the otherwise smooth platform are an amalgamation of sculpted bones, the God frozen in a forward stride, pieces of a skull fractured and broken underfoot. Daemons of all forms dance in sadistic glee at the foot of their Master. Each tiny creature is carved into the outside of the low basin, so detailed it is possible to see rows of razor teeth, curled horns, and spade tails. Like the corrupted blood that seeps from the flesh of the God Himself, minuscule marquise rubies are inlaid along the chest and arms. The pentagram at His feet is lined in similarly cut rubies, reminiscent of the haze that surrounds the Baelgrim and the blood that spills within.
EXAMINED: The proud, painted form of Deucalion dominates this parchment, entirely monochrome save for His blazing gold-leaf eyes and the aurulent thurible held forth in one Divine hand. His features, rendered in bold black lines against the crisp white page, appear as those of a sternly handsome human man of middle age with salt-and-pepper hair cropped short. Echoed in the set of His shoulders, His unsmiling visage bears an expression of unsullied resolve. The Righteous Fire is depicted in soldierly boots, jacket, and breeches, the charcoal-grey ink wash that fills their crisp outlines a stark contrast to His parchment-pale skin. He bears no weapon despite His militant attire, instead thrusting His purifying thurible before Him. Stylized flames of scarlet, orange, and gold ink lick at the edges of the page, reaching for their Lord.
DROPPED: Displayed here is a parchment meticulously painted in Deucalion's likeness.
The soul of Ashmond says, "Always with the sniping."
(Clan): Ictinus says, "Stop it Jiraishin, you're making me like you."
The soul of Ashmond says, "Always with the sniping."
(Clan): Ictinus says, "Stop it Jiraishin, you're making me like you."
Dropped: Scenes of divinity gained and lost adorn this stunning wall mural.
Examined: Thick layers of colourful paint combine to create a large, vertical wall mural. Broad grey swathes outline the imposing Shrine of Ascension, which dominates the artwork as it soars into a misty, overcast sky. Detailed scenes of divinity adorn the bleak backdrop, each meticulously painted in progressively higher panels across the mountain. At the bottom, grey-robed Sarapis stretches a hand out to bless raven-haired Maya, then watches with all Sapience as She begins to merge with flame-eyed Makali in the next scene. The middle panel draws the eye to a shifting black mass coalescing into existence, surrounded by amaranthine-clad ormyrr on the ground and undulating black Dala'myrr in the sky. Beyond that, Maya and Sarapis return to join hands, His aura a brilliant white compared to Her faint, dull cream. The now-diminished form of the Great Mother watches over small, indistinct figures in the final panel as they step into a swirling pool, each emerging with incandescent gazes into the blasted battlefields of Nishnatoba, where a churning black presence awaits.
I decided to try something totally different for the sculpture piece. I tried to keep to the 'show, don't tell' thing as much as possible, but wasn't sure if people would get it. Happily, it seems like they did!
Appearance: a glass and marble sculpture of Selene's birth
Dropped: Immortalised in sculpture, half-formed Selene gazes down at a dreaming Sarapis.
Examined: Smooth white marble sculpts the supine form of Sarapis, the Logos, clad in simple traveller's clothing as He slumbers upon a wide rectangular base. His head rests in the lap of ethereal Selene, who sits perpendicular to Him with legs outstretched. The Goddess of Beauty and Love is largely immortalised in frosted glass, some sculptor's trick managing to recreate the flowing quality of silks draping over Her shapely form. However, white marble replaces glass where Her body comes into contact with the Logos, as though His mere touch gives Her tangibility. She lays a gentle marble hand upon His shoulder, and the ghost of a smile is visible beneath Her diaphanous veil as She watches over His sleeping figure, Her gaze filled with infinite love.
Stories by Jurixe and Stories by Jurixe 2
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And the vessel in which it is served:
a sharpened length of Ratatosk's spine
a jagged scythe of Thalastos' tusk
Penwize has cowardly forfeited the challenge to mortal combat issued by Atalkez.
I wanted to make some more colorful things than my usual, ended up with these.
Examined: This supple leather belt has been dyed a bright cobalt blue, producing a striking backdrop to the abstract, tendril-like pattern of argent embroidery that covers most of its length. The belt's polished silver buckle is square and plain, in marked contrast to the elaborately spiralling embroidery, but possessed of an equally brilliant lustre. A small bow-and-arrow has been burned into the belt's underside.
Examined: Marbled in vibrant oceanic hues ranging from aqua to ultramarine to peacock green, the exteriors of these double-layered gloves shine with the distinctive ripple pattern of watered silk. A row of small gold buttons secures each glove to the wearer's person, and fine stitchwork in matching gold thread glitters at the cuffs and between the fingers. A lining of satin-weave silk in deep cobalt blue provides a soothing contrast to all this riotous splendour, notwithstanding the tiny, aureate bow-and-arrow embroidered inside each cuff.
Examined: A faceted topaz gemstone occupies the centre of this solid gold bracelet's every link. The gemstones vary widely in colour, producing a glittering spectrum of peach, yellow, rose, and green. A flat, circular clasp, upon which a tiny bow-and-arrow has been engraved, holds the bracelet closed.
Also, Mezghar designed this for me and I love it. This final version has been tweaked a good bit, and I wrote the dropped desc, but it's still basically his design.Deeply cushioned in soft grey leather the colour of cooled ashes, the wide seat of this armchair speaks of comfort and restfulness in equal measure. Matching padding mitigates the sharp contrast of its tall, straight back, while sturdy oaken armrests define either side of the broad piece of furniture, the hewn wood's solid embrace softened by leather of the same ashen grey as the seat and seatback. A pair of images has been seamlessly inlaid into the ligneous front of each arm, where a hand might rest: the right bears two silver arrows crossed in an X, while from the left a watchful argent eye gazes in unblinking vigilance. A similar eye, larger and embossed in gleaming gold, adorns the back of the chair, while just below it a pair of crossed silver arrows glimmers softly against its grey surroundings. Deeply stamped into the leather, a simple diamond encapsulates both symbols.
Dropped: Adorned with eyes and arrows, this grey leather armchair casts a long shadow.
The soul of Ashmond says, "Always with the sniping."
(Clan): Ictinus says, "Stop it Jiraishin, you're making me like you."
For @Issam :
Examined: Printed on these thick wool socks, a panoply of weasels, ermines, and ferrets pose against a background of Logosmas green. Every single mustelid wears a festive red-and-white Logosmas hat: some of them also clutch holly berries in their front paws. A tiny red bow-and-arrow has been embroidered on the inside of each sock.
For @Mezghar :
Examined: The recognisably rotund form of Mudflower has been rendered atop this brass pin in gleaming enamel of a properly porcine pink. The healthful hue of her enamelled pig-flesh is interrupted only by the festive purple ribbon around her neck, the black of her trotters, and the deep brown of her merrily creased eyes. A tiny bow-and-arrow has been engraved on the pin's brass backing.
The soul of Ashmond says, "Always with the sniping."
(Clan): Ictinus says, "Stop it Jiraishin, you're making me like you."
The broad expanse of the Vashnar Mountains takes up the majority of this mural, particularly in the middleground, where the spine of the Sapience continent rises and falls in natural crags and valleys. Slight peaking of the layered plaster wall aids in conveying some realism to the craggy nature of the rockfaces, while elsewhere the framework for this art piece has been smoothed out. The sky background of the mural has been laboriously worked with finishing oils and wax polish, although the areas where vague clouds have been blotted in have been left without overt polish, lending a matt appearance. To the upper right, the celestial body of Sol shines with a number of fiery, stylised arms. Sol in particular - alongside the thin border of the wall itself - seems to have been derived from old Shallamese art styles, and stands out amongst the otherwise more modern mural. This border consists of thumbnail-sized, compact mosaic depictions of Shallamese landmarks such as the Chrysalis Basilica, portraits of sultans and caliphs, incense sticks, and noble falcon heads - all in a gilded sandy white colour. Other, less descript designs border inbetween the more intricate, such as old embossed coins and stylised light rays. To the middle east of the mountain range, the Pillars of Heaven peak out above all else, with a tiny hint of green lush flora gracing the cradled Garden of the Gods, from which a small pillar of Light rises up from the peaks and out into the thin bordering artworks. Yggdrasil's immensity is hinted at the western edge of the mural, though is not the focus of this piece - the plaster of the wall there set in firm, woodlike veins and darkened significantly. In the centre-west foreground, the city of Cyrene stands bold, detailed intricately in silvers, greys, and greens. A white-gold phoenix is depicted soaring through the mountain air across Cyrene, passing through to the Pillars of Heaven, wisps of fire trailing from its vibrant body and fading into Light across the landscape.
Examined: These lightweight silk socks are a bright silver-blue in colour, their component fabric imparting a metallic sheen. Tall enough to be worn with standard military boots, the socks are unadorned save for a tiny bow-and-arrow embroidered in steel blue thread.
The soul of Ashmond says, "Always with the sniping."
(Clan): Ictinus says, "Stop it Jiraishin, you're making me like you."