Queen Serelyn from the Meliashmora? Cue Lady Serelyn Inalai.

Radiant angelic wings spread behind her, the spirit of Lady Serelyn Inalai shimmers here, hands upon the pommel of a celestial blade.

A proud and regal figure, the spirit of Lady Serelyn Inalai glistens with a celestial radiance, a preturnatural luminescence that shines from both within and without. Garbed in the armour of an imperial paladin, Serelyn stands in a peaceful repose, her blade down-turned, its tip resting against the ground and both have her hands, armoured in thick gauntlets, resting atop it. The blade itself is one crafted of shining light, its hilt silvery steel and decorated with the sword-and-
shield sigil of House Inalai, stained scarlet and gold. Her aquatic helmet rests atop her head and itself crowned with a steady halo of shining golden light, its sleek, swooping design fitting her perfectly - while her gentle, slightly-pursed lips and deep, soulful eyes of star-speckled azure can be seen set into rich skin of aquamarine.

Anyone have third-person messages for Tahtetso Polevault?

Anyone have a collection of all the warrior deathsights?

Also, does heartpierce have a cool deathsight?

If it did, would we ever know? No one ever kills anyone with it.

As a bonecrusher with CrushAorta as its 'equivalent', I look at heartpierce with envy...

True. But there has to be SOMEBODY who's done it once.

Okay. I don't think I actually managed to get it saved or posted here. Description of Altaira, anyone?

A feminine and elegant being, the Star Deva is the spirit of the Star of Celest, her radiant and blessed form as pure and constant as the light of the star high above the seaside city. Pale and incandescent starlight has been used to form her body, the vague impression a feminine form the only features she bears, aside from two radiant and piercing azure eyes, the watery irises surrounding pupils of brilliant gold. Her lithe arms and naked form are swathed in a great shawl spun of fluid darkness, rippling liquidly about her limbs and torso as it billows upon an unseen, cosmic breeze. A vast array of starlit pinpricks dance across the liquid darkness, constantly changing and shifting with the shawl's movement, the night time sky flowing elegantly about her in an endless flow, the shawl itself appearing to have no beginning nor end, flowing and rippling in eternal currents that lazily pour down her form in long ribbons, pooling and slowly churning about her, holding her aloft. From her back arches the only constant, definable portion of her form, two sets of angelic wings of the purest alabaster feathers, their tips brushed with the softest of light blues, one pair reaching from her shoulder blades, another farther down from her back, themselves free of her swirling shroud of starry darkness. In a radiant cascade of light, long strands of hair pour down her back - an empyreal fall of liquid starlight when viewed from afar, yet, up close, each strand bears a pink, white, topaz and cobalt hue, blending together to loose a celestial glow.
Altaira, the Star Deva almost glows with nearly god-like power.
She is strangely weightless.

Forum search.

>.> I probably could have done that myself. had I thought of it. THANK YOU.

Anyone have descriptions of what the different artifact weapon runes look like ?

Go to the arti shop and probe them?

Never thought of that >.>

Bit of a necro and a long-shot, but does anyone have the description of the lucidian Protectorate Guardians that the Gnafia gnomes were impersonating back in the buildup to the re-release of constructs/aetherspace politics?

What do wind, fire and water elementals look like?

Just a quick request next time someone's out in Crum or Frost or wherever the heck they are. Someone mind putting up the descriptions for a yellow peep and one of the gingerbread men?

Rivius:

What do wind, fire and water elementals look like?

The very air stirs about this greater air elemental, its form made from a churning morass of dark,


storming clouds, though it is dry to the touch and is unaffected by any wind other than the gales
that wail and shriek abour it. The bulk of the elemental is an almost cyclone-like storm, the top
half raining blinding streaks of lightning down upon the ground beneath it. Howling winds pull waves
of small hail stones and fist-sized chunks of ice about its mid-section, its small tip twisting back
and forth over the ground.
A greater air elemental exudes a quiet confidence.
He weighs about 100 pounds.
He is loyal to the Grand Province of Hallifax.
You cannot see what a greater air elemental is holding.

I had a fire one somewhere, but that'll take some time to dig up.

Thanks so much! ^.^

A gingerbread man stands here, wielding a licorice spear.

With a savage warcry of "Power to the pastries", a gingerbread man storms off to
the up.

Baked from golden gingerbread, this cookie is shaped like a man, with eyes and a
mouth made from raisins. Clothing and boots have been piped on with white
frosting and a licorice spear has been attached to the gingerbread man's hands.
The gingerbread man smells heavenly, though there is something undeniably
martial about its disposition.
A delicious gingerbread man appears to be extraordinarily strong.

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A bright yellow peep soldier stands here, ready for action.

A peep soldier marches off to the northwest.

The peep soldier is a piece of hard marshmallow that is coated in a fine spray
of bright yellow sugar. A uniform of red frosting has been piped onto its body,
and he wears black licorice boots. The soldier wields a sword of silver candy,
and has a whip of red licorice tied in a loop on his wide licorice belt.
A peep soldier appears to be extraordinarily strong.


Picked up a bit of everything, I think.

Rivius:

What do wind, fire and water elementals look like?

Great lengths of white hot flame whip violently about the blue core of this elemental, its vaguely

humanoid centre twisting furiously with hands of impossibly hot blue flames that grip and grab at
whatever comes within range. Almost like a maelstrom of fire and heat, the outer portions of the
elemental churn constantly, unable to stay still, each caught up with its fellows in a raging
inferno that burns many feet upwards into the heavens in a scalding, all-consuming pyre.
A greater fire elemental appears to lack strength.
He weighs about 112 pounds.
He is loyal to the Province of Gaudiguch.
You cannot see what a greater fire elemental is holding.

Found it.

These are old, but if anyone is looking for Divine descriptions:

Estarra the Eternal floats here, surrounded by swirling energies.
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 shafts of light and shadows.


Shikari, the Predator lurks here, a tense, primal aura emanating from His form.
He is a radiant immortal and moves with predatory intent, the tense aura surrounding His form barely concealing a primal ferocity. Black tribal tattoos sweep over the contours of His lean physique,
shifting sinuously with His every movement as if alive. The design continues up His face, its severe lines enhancing His hard, angular features and framing cold, black eyes. His skin is pale underneath, stretched taut over defined muscles, but barely shows beneath the inky brands. Locks of soot-black hair fall across His brow and stick out in unkempt wisps from His head, ringing it in a stygian halo. He is wearing 2 throwing daggers of blackened steel, 2 charred scabbards of carved bone, plated boots of supple black leather, trousers of spun shadow, a skull-shaped talisman of leather and bone, a pair of steel and leather bracers and a bone and iron frogge.

Eventru, Crown of the Exalted is here, surrounded by a radiant halo of golden and ivory light. He wields The Bitching Stick in His left hand and a scallywag's saber in His right.
He is a radiant immortal and His shape is large, tanned and muscular, the lower part of His figure cloaked in pristine white silk, flowing liquidly about His thighs and legs, the lowest ends brushing
across His feet and the ground beneath without stain or mark of sullying. Across His thick and muscled waist lies a braided belt of white gold, bound fast around the liquid silk with a careful knot. A thin sash of matching silk flows diagonally across His well-muscled chest, fastened by a golden clasp bearing His emblem by His right shoulder, glistening brightly in His radiance. His face is smoothed and tan, lined by a full beard of glistening yellow-gold curls, which leads up His face to a sun-kissed tangle of golden yellow hair. Each of His eyes have an imperious gaze, tawny-streaked violet irises set against a white background, bordering the dark pupils that glisten with a vibrant warmth. He is wearing a violet iris streaked with tawny, a shimmering toga of divine silk, a golden carnation, an ivory pendant bearing His symbol and a phial of holy water worn about His neck.

Iosai the Anomaly exists in this location, sheathed in flickering ribbons of reality. She wields an anomalous quill in Her left hand.
She is a crystalline adamantine lucidian and exists as a translucent embodiment of a star-shaped entity. Light passes through the surface of Her skin and refracts within, releasing an iridescent
nimbus of dark sapphire and indigo around Her body. The fingers of Her left hand lightly grasp an anomalous quill, the essence of creation restrained within the feather's calamus. Motes of burning
reality trail in Her wake, flickering out of existence without Her presence to sustain them. She is wearing a dress woven from the threads of reality.

Nocht, the Silent stands here, His features obscured behind a thin veil of shifting shadow. He wields a translucent athame in His left hand.
He is a radiant immortal and alternately imposing and unassuming as He lingers in the shadows, bringing the fabric of darkness to life with His very presence. The stark ebony of His skin is unblemished and smooth, from the aristocratic contours of His face to the slender, musician's hands. Slender, pointed ears poke out from the long white hair that spills down His back which is surrounded with an effervescent glimmer like starlight. The only colour in His stoic countenance, His eyes are a clear, ethereal blue, each pupil rimmed in a golden starburst which makes His silent,
thoughtful gaze appear to pierce to the very soul. He is wearing a cloak woven from pure shadow, a symbol of the Night and divine garments of black silk.

Morgfyre, the Legion floats in the air, chaotic tendrils of nether energy lashing about His form.
He is a radiant immortal and is the sublime vision of a man flowing with currents of power, whose idyllic body is the spectacular dance of the cosmos and planispheres, as ancient as eternity itself
and as capricious and resplendent as the rhythm of creation. A maelstrom of fiery, burning hair cascades around His broad shoulders, and His vivid eyes are as brilliant as the stars and as fathomless as the abyss, bespeaking unimaginable and untold wisdom as they swim with prismatic colours consuming each other in endless spirals. When He speaks, each remark comes in a distinctly different voice - as though a committee were trapped within. He is wearing constantly flowing robes of shifting colours wrought from the twisting, chaotic nether, a living Ouroboros ring and a crown of stygian fire which hangs over His head.

Terentia, the Even Bladed stands here, radiating an aura of austerity. She wields a sword made of grandmothers with both hands.
She is a radiant immortal and seems to radiate with a sense of austerity, making Her otherwise diminutive frame easily overlooked. Coral blue hair partially frames a sharply angular face, the rest smartly pulled back in a practical braid and wrapped in gleaming white leather. Icy green eyes are set in a steely gaze that is constantly and completely focused, seeming to never miss a single
detail. Lithe muscles ripple gracefully beneath smooth, faintly silvery skin, left untouched by the brand of time or battle alike. Despite the youthful quality of Her appearance, Her lips are set in a
tight, thin line that seem to suggest the disposition of a more ageless being. She is wearing a pair of bejeweled silver bracers, a pair of tabi socks and sandals, an elegant cloak of radiant white, 2
shining silver scabbards, a skirt of bejeweled silver scalemail, a glittering white necklace and an intricate breastplate of white edged in silver.



Another:

Raezon:
He is a radiant immortal and a flickering aura of cerulean flames glimmer about His presence. His gaunt form stands taller than most mortals, unbowed by the ethereal raiment adorning His frame. Eyes of blue steel send a piercing gaze from a countenance that has a quality of calmness that shrouds what truly crosses His mind. A circlet holds back jet black hair which falls weightless to his
shoulders. Hanging about His form is the scent of newly charged air after a lightning strike. He is wearing ethereal robes of coruscating twilight and a circlet of beaten silver.