Lady Clarramore, Her Sister and a Fancy Dress Ball
In Dioni, a scant few months after Clarramore Manor secured manufacturing and distribution of a new perfume, a cart was seen loading materials and workers into the manor’s upper level, much to the consternation of Lady Hyacinth. The first to inquire into these goings-on was Eritheyl Skyplume, Execumatrix Magnificus, though soon many others, mostly from…
Read MoreLady Clarramore and the New Help
The exasperated shouts of Lady Clarramore were carried down into the Basin on the cold winter winds one afternoon in Estar. Soon after, her trill servants took to the skies to search for what it was that vexed the Lady. However, it seemed that they were unsuccessful in their search. The servants soon returning back…
Read MoreVanquishing the Miasma
Apparently created by the mysterious beings known as the Forsaken, the dread miasma continued its progression towards the crystal sphere that was created by another group of mysterious beings known as the Guardians of the Icewynd, apparently as part of an ancient conflict between the two groups. One of the Guardians had come to the…
Read MoreRevenge of the Miasma
The miasma that has been spread across the Basin of Life began a renewed and more vigorous onslought to reach the crystal sphere atop the ancient glacier, which was constructed by the Guardians of the Icewynd to stop the complete destruction of the weather which ultimately led to the Era of the Wounded Sky. One…
Read MoreVengeance upon the infidels!
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…
Read MoreThe Mystery of Mount Wend
In early spring of Kiani, as the snow ought to be melting, Agitho Merule came to New Celest, riddled with fever. It was not so quick to thaw on perilous Mount Wend, and the Saint Gathlyn’s orphanage was suffering for it. Sir Raikogen Tanestra and Faragan Diluculo answered the call to serve the Light. Finding…
Read MoreThe Rocksuckers of Shallach
Late in the month of Shanthin, groups of orcs were found wandering the highways of the Basin of Life, who were literally “stoned” from licking strange rocks covered with crystals. The wandering orcs were first found by Shedrin Shevat, Morbo Gordian, Tulemrah Shevat, Ushaara La’Saet, Morshoth Skyplume and Eritheyl Skyplume, all of Hallifax, who promptly…
Read MoreA Small Homecoming in Zoaka
Bodha, a humble crafter of ceremonial pipes who had decided to spend years in far off realms, researching and seeing creatures as well as sights unseen by many, is now once again a resident of the Zoaka, where he was born and raised. When his former location suddenly and mysteriously shifted to a much more…
Read MoreBreaking the Miasma
For nearly a month, the Basin of Life anguished beneath the arrival of the strange, murmuring silver miasma that appeared in the Oleanvir Valley and spread quickly through New Celest and the Inner Sea, inexplicably reaching eastward. Relief was had at last when a figure appeared over the Snow Valley, alighting near the spherical crystal…
Read MoreThe Coming of the Miasma
A terrifying event occurred that some claimed were foreshadowed by the strange dreams that were plaguing the people of the Basin of Life for several months. The temperature suddenly dropped and a cold wind turned the sickly yellow clouds of the wounded sky into swirling maelstrom. Within the putrid storm, glowing red eyes appeared, surrounding…
Read MorePeering into the Light (pt2)
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…
Read MoreMystics and Madmen
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…
Read MoreThe Genesis of the Wounded Sky
As the end of 299 CE quickly approached, unbeknownst to many in the Basin of Life, powerful forces worked to secure the means to shape the fate of the First World. Following the kidnapping of Jeremiah and raids of the previous month, the ice devils — enemies of the Basin apparently under the command of…
Read MoreA Verse, Ice Skulls and a Kidnapping
Early last month, Hoopah Hopekeep of Tolborolla was disturbed by the dreams of the Great Spirit known as the Daughter of the Rivers. When a ritual was performed to seek counsel from the River Daughter, her prophesy led to one of the infamous Verses of Magnora. The meaning of the quatrain was unclear to those…
Read MorePeering into the Light (pt1)
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,…
Read MorePlaying God
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…
Read MoreThe Origins of Eventru
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…
Read MoreBehind the Curtain
I’ve been an administrator for three and a half years – and I can say, without question, that I’ve changed, and grown, in that time. On the occasion a player will send me an OOC message in-game, or a forum message, or a comment, or an e-mail, etc, thanking me for the work I do…
Read MoreSecrets of the Czigany Past
A messenger got waylaid off while traveling through the mountains by the gaseous cloier which had broken through the aetherways in an experiment gone awry. Once the cloeir was vanquished, a strange cask was found that was meant for Jeremiah Gryphta, a Czyigany wanderer who has settled in the Basin of Life. Once Jeremiah received…
Read MoreTale of the Lone Lyrebird
A dark day it was in late Urlachmar, though the brilliant radiance emanating from Avechna’s Teeth did little to underscore the fact. Marani Veloske, White Priestess of the Shallamurine Cathedral, declared that the Basin of Life had too long been subject to the filth and debauchery of life, and with her fellow priestesses and countless…
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