A Great Adventure

By Morgfyre | May 15, 2012 |
Against a dark sky, a pyramid stands tall, its peak aflame.

As I sit here in my armchair, smoking jacket and bunny slippers donned, coding what may or may not be a fantastical new quest just for you lovely folks, I find my mind wandering back to my own questing days of yore. I enjoy a bit of ‘figuring out’ in a good quest, but I…

The Secret Lives of Gods

By Zvoltz | April 10, 2012 |
Against a dark sky, a pyramid stands tall, its peak aflame.

When I was creating the character of Zvoltz, after I decided on his general background and personality, I spent some time thinking about his relationships with the other gods. Was he mad at Elostian for messing up the concept of Divine Circles? How did he feel about Eventru and Fain? Did he think Kalikai was…

Flowers and Open Ends

By Maylea | February 25, 2012 |
Against a dark sky, a pyramid stands tall, its peak aflame.

Let’s face it. However you feel about Maylea, she was an ephemeral-fueled concept from start to finish. Estarra mentioned an idea in passing–wasn’t it something about a Georgia O’Keeffe-inspired Goddess? Other than that, there was no guidance. There’s no mention of Maylea in the Elder Wars, something unusual in the current Pantheon. Everything about her…

Designing the Architect

By Zvoltz | February 25, 2012 |
Against a dark sky, a pyramid stands tall, its peak aflame.

Since we are currently accepting applications for new ephemerals, I thought I would make my debut blog post about my experience as an ephemeral and a bit about how Zvoltz was created. I have to say that, hands down, being in Havens has been one of the best experiences I have had in Lusternia. I…

Vengeance upon the infidels!

By Morgfyre | October 29, 2011 |
Against a dark sky, a pyramid stands tall, its peak aflame.

I don’t often get the opportunity (or, admittedly, the inclination) to interact with players more than a significant distance from my particular realm of influence in Magnagora and the DisOrder of Morgfyre. This past month, we celebrated Lusternia’s seventh (!) anniversary, and boy, was it a whirlwind! We saw several new games released of varying…

Peering into the Light (pt2)

By Eventru | September 8, 2011 |
Against a dark sky, a pyramid stands tall, its peak aflame.

More than two months ago now I made a post, ‘Peering into the Light (pt1)’, and at its conclusion promised to talk a bit more on other aspects of Celest. After a few months of contemplation (and listening in on the Cantors a fair bit), I’ve decided to revisit the topic and pick up where…

Mystics and Madmen

By Mysrai | August 16, 2011 |
Against a dark sky, a pyramid stands tall, its peak aflame.

Gaudiguch is a city of contradictions and a city of passions. It has to be. After all, the main focus of the city is on frivolous revelry, on drunken, debaucherous celebration, and on tearing down the old in pursuit of the new. It’s a city of Freedom, a city of Revolution, and a city where…

Peering into the Light (pt1)

By Eventru | June 30, 2011 |
Against a dark sky, a pyramid stands tall, its peak aflame.

After reading a numerous threads and posts on the forums and nearly four years as an administrator (boy, time flies!), I can say one of my greatest frustrations regarding New Celest is a matter of perception. Indeed, people look down on it, from the outside, and scoff loudly, while others from within offer-up hearty denials,…

Playing God

By Eventru | June 30, 2011 |
Against a dark sky, a pyramid stands tall, its peak aflame.

I’m going to preface this post with something completely irrelevant to the topic – a short story. Estarra and I were sitting at Havens (this is very common), both terribly idle (also common), as I was in the other room watching Joan Rivers (ibid) because my poor dog (fun fact: Arco, the fae puppy, was…

The Origins of Eventru

By Eventru | June 30, 2011 |
Against a dark sky, a pyramid stands tall, its peak aflame.

Well, once countless aeons ago, We were a small twinkle in Dynara’s eye, whipped together as a grotesque amalgam of protoplasm on an unborn creche, eventually seeded and encouraged and grown, into a half-formed and then a full Elder God, shedding such a weak form into Our most glorious and radiant of Selves…. …Or, I…