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And you won't understand the cause of your grief...
...But you'll always follow the voices beneath.
a tropical cocktailA brilliant infusion of strawberry and banana swirls through a snowy cocktail of fresh coconut cream, sweet light rum, and tart pineapple juice.The vigorous fusion of pineapple and strawberry bursts festively over creamy undertones of coconut and banana as you take a long sip of your fruity cocktail. A faint bite of alcohol follows as the rum leaves its sweet, lingering impression.$+drinker takes a long, slow sip from $vessel, imbibing a white cocktail streaked with red.tastes like refreshing fruit underlined by sweet rum.exudes the faint scent of alcohol beneath a fruity bouquet.
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:
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Third Drunk Ideal:
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This ale has a fruity, malt flavor with a slightly tart aftertaste.
This ale emits the aromatic scent of ripe strawberries and toasted malt.
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.
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.
a wooden diptych depicting an empire's rise and fallA colourful diptych on palm wood stands here.Painterly strokes coat the two sanded faces of this palm diptych, one dominated by jungle tones and the other ruled by the colours of the sea. On the left, the palm and fig trees of the Atrousian grow next to the river Mnemosyne. One man kneels before an unusual cedarwood altar, and Another cowled in grey walks towards him from the depths of the jungle. The hooded Logos wields a tall, golden staff in His left hand, and in His right, He holds a black stone. On the diptych's other panel, the same Being stands on a cliff above a bay, gazing towards a separated landmass. Though His face is obscured, His tears drip into the sea between the sundered continents, and where they fall, small islands rise. Mossy amar creeps over the edges of the diptych, threatening to encroach on the painting.
a cracked sculpture of broken HermesSculpted in cracked marble, despondent Hermes kneels on desert sands.Once the picture of vibrant exuberance, a young man slumps on the sands of an alien planet, fallen to his knees. Shock and despair etch deep lines into his once-boyish features, wrinkling his forehead and aging him significantly. Streaks of sand mar his white robes, and his winged sandals fly no more, grounded for eternity. Despite his broken demeanour and stolen divinity, his lean musculature is apparent even through the drapery, betraying his physical fitness. Incongruent with the sculptor's efforts, an inauspicious crack runs through the ivory marble of the Messenger's face, beginning at a temple and ending on the opposite side of his jaw.
My artistry design didn't place, I'm going to have to actually buy an artistry license to make this APPEARANCE: a parchment bearing the Righteous
Fire's image 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.
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.