Daganev2005-01-19 23:02:47
Anyone have the physical descriptions of Estarra or Roark? Other gods would be handy too.
Lyren2005-01-19 23:34:57
Hm, Roark posted his on one of the forums here, might have been Creative Arts - I'll edit this if I find it.
EDIT
Here's Roark's: He is a radiant immortal and stands with his head held high. Long locks of obsidian hair flow over his broad back, contrasting with his lightly tanned skin. He carries himself with an air of self-confidence as though you can physically sense that he holds himself in higher regard than anything else. He is completely naked.
It's on the Creative Arts thread called 'God Portraits' or something of that ilk. For good measure, here's Fain's too:
He is a radiant undead immortal and His burning eyes are filled with an
unflinching hatred and ruthlessness toward all manner of life. His features are
deeply shrouded with unending darkness, exuding an aura of pure suffering to
all those who fall beneath His gaze. He is wearing agonizing tarnished greaves,
a blackened breastplate of dragonbone, a lengthy black cloak and hood spattered
with wicked red runes, a pair of acid etched gauntlets, a pair of vile spiked
plate boots, and a cruel crimson mask covered in black ritualistic markings.
EDIT
Here's Roark's: He is a radiant immortal and stands with his head held high. Long locks of obsidian hair flow over his broad back, contrasting with his lightly tanned skin. He carries himself with an air of self-confidence as though you can physically sense that he holds himself in higher regard than anything else. He is completely naked.
It's on the Creative Arts thread called 'God Portraits' or something of that ilk. For good measure, here's Fain's too:
He is a radiant undead immortal and His burning eyes are filled with an
unflinching hatred and ruthlessness toward all manner of life. His features are
deeply shrouded with unending darkness, exuding an aura of pure suffering to
all those who fall beneath His gaze. He is wearing agonizing tarnished greaves,
a blackened breastplate of dragonbone, a lengthy black cloak and hood spattered
with wicked red runes, a pair of acid etched gauntlets, a pair of vile spiked
plate boots, and a cruel crimson mask covered in black ritualistic markings.
Richter2005-01-20 00:09:47
Richter has paintings in his pack of Fain, Raezon, Lacostian, and Terentia. He made it no secret, so I wouldn't have any problems if you randomly asked me in the game to look at 'em.
Though, I don't have access to the game right now.
Eventually, when I get a house/tradehall, I'm going to hang all the Divine paintings. Have to get the guides too, maybe ephemerals.
Lastly, I randomly got a painting of Raezon. He didn't mind. (bad Richter) I painted his archangel soon after, which few people have ever seen. He made me give it back...
Though, I don't have access to the game right now.
Eventually, when I get a house/tradehall, I'm going to hang all the Divine paintings. Have to get the guides too, maybe ephemerals.
Lastly, I randomly got a painting of Raezon. He didn't mind. (bad Richter) I painted his archangel soon after, which few people have ever seen. He made me give it back...
Daganev2005-01-20 00:38:33
thanks... has Estarra ever shown herself?
Shiri2005-01-20 00:40:24
I definately remember Her showing Herself when the Gaudiguch node thing was just uncovered and Akraasiel was doing his alternating melodrama about how much he rocked that he'd done it and how much it sucked that it didn't work. She was wondering who did it.
Richter2005-01-20 00:56:06
QUOTE(daganev @ Jan 19 2005, 04:38 PM)
thanks... has Estarra ever shown herself?
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You can bet Richter'll get a painting eventually.
Devris2005-01-20 01:37:27
Estarra was at the Magnagoran nexus for a bit, but I forgot to log the description.
Bunch of people were there, so hopefully one of them will read this.
Bunch of people were there, so hopefully one of them will read this.
Unknown2005-01-20 01:41:18
If Celest still has those statues of Isune everywhere you can try one of those.
Shamarah2005-01-20 01:56:26
Isune:
She is a radiant immortal and suffuses the space around Her with an ambient
luminescence, causing the very air to ripple as though heated beneath a desert
sun. Her eyes are a crystalline blue-green flecked with gold and rust, but
often their colors are lost to an inherent glow that flares and dims with the
slightest shift of mood. Framing those eyes, a ring of silver-tipped feathers
give Her a wisened, almost owl-like expression, while high cheekbones, a
hawkish nose speckled with faint freckles, and full lips also grant Her a
somewhat aristocratic air. Cascading down Her back, framing Her face, running
over Her shoulders and past Her waist with an apparent mind of its own is a
shimmering waterfall of snow and platinum feathers. Her form is lithe and
athletic, with relatively slim shoulders discernable beneath what She wears.
Seemingly unconnected to Her, ephemeral and almost liquid wings which shimmer
over with rainbows of color like oil on water slowly sweep to and fro. Faint
sparks of light drift within and about those wings in sporadic, yet intricate
patterns, silently dancing around Her. She is wearing a shimmering and
capacious cloak of plumose starlight, a billowing skirt of threaded starlight
fringed in white feathers, a pair of opalescent white boots adorned with wings,
a silvery velvet pouch, a butterfly-shaped stud through Her right ear, a
butterfly-shaped stud through Her left ear, and an elemental crown.
Terentia:
She is a radiant immortal and is surprisingly short for such. Although She
stands just over five feet tall, Her full suit of glistening armour and the
aloof way She holds Herself give Her the appearance of being much taller. A
heavy, lazuli attic helmet sits perched atop Her head, embellished with
countless sapphires that glitter brilliantly no matter the lighting condition,
and adorned with a pair of tiny white wings that twitch about as though they
have a mind of their own. Cold, calculating cerulean eyes gaze out from under
the tussocks of hair that have escaped the confines of Her helmet and although
little of Her hair is visible, it's safe to say that it would appear to match
the blue of Her eyes and equally safe to assume there's plenty of it albeit She
has somehow managed to stuff quite a lot of it up inside of Her helmet. Her
torso is encased by a showy cuirass inlaid with sapphires, although Her strong
shoulders have been left uncovered. Most of either arm remains uncovered as
well, Her only protection for either one being the silver gauntlets She wears
on either hand, set with wickedly curved blades on the back of the palm and up
the forearm. Although She lacks actual wings, a pair of rather impressive
looking wings has been fashioned out of some unidentifiable materials and a
large mass of white feathers, then attached to the back of Her cuirass, and
although they serve little actual purpose beyond completing the ensemble,
they're still quite stunning and greatly resemble the actual wings of a trill.
She is wearing a sapphire inlaid cuirass with attached wings, a pair of tall,
heavy boots of silver, a plated skirt of armour, and a scabbard set with
sapphires.
As for Estarra, I had Her description at one point after She appeared to talk about a bug, but I lost it.
She is a radiant immortal and suffuses the space around Her with an ambient
luminescence, causing the very air to ripple as though heated beneath a desert
sun. Her eyes are a crystalline blue-green flecked with gold and rust, but
often their colors are lost to an inherent glow that flares and dims with the
slightest shift of mood. Framing those eyes, a ring of silver-tipped feathers
give Her a wisened, almost owl-like expression, while high cheekbones, a
hawkish nose speckled with faint freckles, and full lips also grant Her a
somewhat aristocratic air. Cascading down Her back, framing Her face, running
over Her shoulders and past Her waist with an apparent mind of its own is a
shimmering waterfall of snow and platinum feathers. Her form is lithe and
athletic, with relatively slim shoulders discernable beneath what She wears.
Seemingly unconnected to Her, ephemeral and almost liquid wings which shimmer
over with rainbows of color like oil on water slowly sweep to and fro. Faint
sparks of light drift within and about those wings in sporadic, yet intricate
patterns, silently dancing around Her. She is wearing a shimmering and
capacious cloak of plumose starlight, a billowing skirt of threaded starlight
fringed in white feathers, a pair of opalescent white boots adorned with wings,
a silvery velvet pouch, a butterfly-shaped stud through Her right ear, a
butterfly-shaped stud through Her left ear, and an elemental crown.
Terentia:
She is a radiant immortal and is surprisingly short for such. Although She
stands just over five feet tall, Her full suit of glistening armour and the
aloof way She holds Herself give Her the appearance of being much taller. A
heavy, lazuli attic helmet sits perched atop Her head, embellished with
countless sapphires that glitter brilliantly no matter the lighting condition,
and adorned with a pair of tiny white wings that twitch about as though they
have a mind of their own. Cold, calculating cerulean eyes gaze out from under
the tussocks of hair that have escaped the confines of Her helmet and although
little of Her hair is visible, it's safe to say that it would appear to match
the blue of Her eyes and equally safe to assume there's plenty of it albeit She
has somehow managed to stuff quite a lot of it up inside of Her helmet. Her
torso is encased by a showy cuirass inlaid with sapphires, although Her strong
shoulders have been left uncovered. Most of either arm remains uncovered as
well, Her only protection for either one being the silver gauntlets She wears
on either hand, set with wickedly curved blades on the back of the palm and up
the forearm. Although She lacks actual wings, a pair of rather impressive
looking wings has been fashioned out of some unidentifiable materials and a
large mass of white feathers, then attached to the back of Her cuirass, and
although they serve little actual purpose beyond completing the ensemble,
they're still quite stunning and greatly resemble the actual wings of a trill.
She is wearing a sapphire inlaid cuirass with attached wings, a pair of tall,
heavy boots of silver, a plated skirt of armour, and a scabbard set with
sapphires.
As for Estarra, I had Her description at one point after She appeared to talk about a bug, but I lost it.
Unknown2005-01-20 02:20:35
She is a radiant immortal and appears as a statuesque woman of a stern and imposing demeanor. Though her face is free of lines and her hair is as white as bleached bone, her very aura bespeaks of an ancient entity. Most remarkable are her eyes, for they change colour with every passing mood, sometimes twinkling sapphire blue and other times as black as pitch. Power flows around her in great eddies and currents. She is wearing nothing but shifting pools of light and shadow.
Raiha2005-01-20 02:54:47
I've got.. Raezon.. I have several, mostly from the first event I remember, the fulcrux thing. Yay for logs!
Raezon:
He is a radiant immortal and a flickering aura of cerulean flames glimmer about
His presence. His lithe form stands taller than most mortals, unbowed by the
ethereal rainment adorning His frame. Eyes of blue steel send a piercing glance
from a countenance that has an almost serene nature, a quality of calmness that
shrouds what truly crosses His mind. A circlet holds back jet black hair
cascading to his shoulders that seems to be continuously blown about in an
unseen breeze. Tensed muscles coil with a feral energy that seems to dance
across His form echoed by the scent of newly charged air after a lightning
strike. He is wearing a circlet of beaten silver, a shimmering scabbard, and
ethereal robes of coruscating twilight.
Raezon:
He is a radiant immortal and a flickering aura of cerulean flames glimmer about
His presence. His lithe form stands taller than most mortals, unbowed by the
ethereal rainment adorning His frame. Eyes of blue steel send a piercing glance
from a countenance that has an almost serene nature, a quality of calmness that
shrouds what truly crosses His mind. A circlet holds back jet black hair
cascading to his shoulders that seems to be continuously blown about in an
unseen breeze. Tensed muscles coil with a feral energy that seems to dance
across His form echoed by the scent of newly charged air after a lightning
strike. He is wearing a circlet of beaten silver, a shimmering scabbard, and
ethereal robes of coruscating twilight.
Daganev2005-01-20 06:01:03
VLC, is that Estarra? and if so.. Thanks!