https://elanthipedia.play.net/api.php?action=feedcontributions&feedformat=atom&user=DAMSEL 2026-04-22T05:07:00Z User contributions MediaWiki 1.39.12 https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Hedarya&diff=484478 2018-02-01T15:10:00Z

<p>DAMSEL: </p> <hr /> <div>{{PC<br /> |name=Hedarya Dunul-Adenin<br /> |status=<br /> |race=Kaldar<br /> |gender=Female<br /> |instance=Prime<br /> |guild=Moon Mage<br /> |relat=Xolaudas<br /> }}<br /> <br /> <br /> == Seeress, Wordsmith, Star-eyed Wanderer ==<br /> <br /> ''Fate's Skein Hedarya Dunul-Adenin, a Kaldar.<br /> :She has a wraithheart-set headdress trailing skeins of glacial bloodlace framing the contours of a heart-shaped face, smolderingly intense stormy grey eyes, a sprite bone set with duskbloom sapphires piercing the septum of her nose and dimples pierced by a perfectly matched pair of whirl-cut rainbow sapphires. Her cinereous hair is calf length and fine, and is worn in an elegant upswept arrangement threaded with some twilight-hued glass charms swaying from darkened silver filigree chains. She has pale skin and a scattering of silvery blue-sheened moonlight gardenias arrayed to elegantly emphasize a slender figure.<br /> :She is tiny for a Kaldar.<br /> :A square-cut glacier emerald is positioned between her eyes, glowing with a lustrous sheen against her skin.<br /> :She is an adult.<br /> :Her shoulder has a tattoo of a childish Kaldar dancing amid a field of zombies.<br /> <br /> :You are wearing a dark moonspun silk eyepatch embroidered with a golden eye, a small platinum hoop earring with a dangling diamond-capped moon pearl, some lusterless blackwater jet teardrop earrings, a deep black nightsilk cloak embroidered with a silver dagger, an arresting off-the-shoulder robe of glacial bloodlace, some silver-chased elbow spikes, a lumium target shield with a trimmed face, a lacquered ironwood parry stick with dark steelsilk straps, an ornate gloomwood ring, a grey cambrinth ring, a simple cambrinth anklet and some silvery velvet boots with shimmering moonstone clasps.''<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> [[File:hedarya1.jpg|center|400px]]<br /> <br /> == Personal Alterations ==<br /> :'''Original:''' [[Item:Winged orichalcum headdress set with a large merlot ruby]] '''from''' [[Tildi's Blooms (3)]]<br /> :'''Alteration: '''''a wraithheart-set headdress trailing skeins of glacial bloodlace'' '''Done by:''' [[Keishalae]] '''At:''' [[Hollow Eve Festival 425]]<br /> :Spindly icesteel branches rise like oddly curled antlers from a slim circle of polished bone, their boughs strung with crystal slivers that clink together in a glassy cacophony at each turn. Silky skeins of argent bloodlace descend in graduated tiers down the back, fashioning a scintillating net that traces the spine in a glacial deluge of silvery fabric and ovals of lusterless blackwater jet. A solitary wraithheart is suspended from a chain at the front, designed to rest just above the wearer's brow.<br /> <br /> :'''Original:''' [[Item:Starlight velvet robe with a delicate night diamond clasp]] '''from''' [[Obscure Memories (5)]]<br /> :'''Alteration: '''''an arresting off-the-shoulder robe of glacial bloodlace'' '''Done by:''' [[Urdesas]] '''At:''' [[Hollow Eve Festival 425]]<br /> :Unconventional in design, this robe is made to cling to the wearer much like a gown would. A portrait neckline sweeps from shoulder-to-shoulder, crafted to expose the collarbones and a tasteful crescent of each shoulder when worn. Icesteel chains encircle a cinched waist, their many tiers boasting small slivers of wraithheart down the glacial hued fabric beneath. Flaring at the hips, the bloodlace skirt is designed to drop heavily to the floor in a wide sweeping bell.<br /> <br /> ----<br /> == Purchased Alterations ==<br /> :'''a corseted gown of frost opal icesilk back-laced with white faesilk ribbons'''<br /> :Reinforced by icesteel boning and back-laced with long faesilk ribbons, the ornate corset features panels of both smooth winterweave and spun glitter. The skirt is designed to drape gracefully to the floor, forming fragile snow-white pools of radiant silk upon the ground when worn. A flurry of tiny crystal snowflakes are carefully stitched along the neckline and hem of the gown to form a phrase.<br /> :There appears to be something written on it.<br /> :An icesilk gown reads:<br /> :&quot;Ice Princess&quot;<br /> <br /> :'''a dainty ice-veined leather loincloth trimmed with antique-white lace and opals'''<br /> :The cool white leather carries hints of glacial blue within its deep folds as it circles the hips. Flawless bright white opals peek flirtatiously from their settings nestled within the ruffles of frail crystal-flecked lace along the hem.<br /> :The barest hint of a blue-white shimmer appears across the surface of the leather.<br /> <br /> :'''a smoke ruby dusted wyvern earcuff set with molten-core diamond eyes''' x2<br /> :The wyvern's tail is designed to pierce the ear's lobe while the rest wraps behind the wearer's upper ear, allowing the head to hover roughly where the ear canal is. Its scales and curled wings are tinged with a dark red coloration that is nearly imperceptible against the deep black body. The eye sockets are filled by twin diamonds, revealing small pools of molten lava within, giving the beast an almost sentient and distinctly malevolent appearance.<br /> <br /> <br /> ----<br /> [[File:Hedarya2.png|left]]<br /> <br /> <br /> It drifted over her face in fine powder, clinging to pale hair, lashes<br /> <br /> and skin before melting into the warmth found there. Bleak, shining, the<br /> <br /> sun made dazzling diamonds of the snowfield around her, a sparkle born<br /> <br /> here like an upturned sky in which the earth is reduced to foggy<br /> <br /> atmosphere above the blinding radiance of a white-starred veil drawn<br /> <br /> over a Lady's chilled countenance. Frigid air slid into her lungs, a<br /> <br /> deep breath was taken; stillness breaks as from poppy-induced trancing<br /> <br /> she finds herself alone.<br /> <br /> <br /> Rather than seek respite in the fur mantle she wears, her cold fingers<br /> <br /> brush errant patterns in the snow, a soft flurry of words released in<br /> <br /> plumes of crystallised moisture to stain the brittle air biting her sore<br /> <br /> lips like glacial suitors intent on stealing kisses. &quot;You are cold, and<br /> <br /> You are beautiful&quot;, she sings, though her voice is lost in a gust of<br /> <br /> wind. &quot;Where the winter moon shines in hardship, the stars beckon&quot;. The<br /> <br /> timbre of her voice deepens as she reaches back with a hand and tugs the<br /> <br /> pelt from her shoulders, shrugging it off and leaving her bare as a babe<br /> <br /> in the boreal recesses of abandonment. Frosted tears like ornaments from<br /> <br /> flushed cheeks slide, caught and held, precious gems upon her skin --<br /> <br /> she is afraid.<br /> <br /> <br /> Frigid, the climate penetrates, exacerbates, and lifting a mirror in<br /> <br /> shaking hands she gazes upon her other self within the fogged glass. Her<br /> <br /> twin smiles and becomes the face of the moon -- pale and unflawed,<br /> <br /> though this imagery is broken as a crimson trickle slides across its<br /> <br /> ice-sheet surface. &quot;A prophesy broken&quot; she murmurs softly, the bloody<br /> <br /> portent noted with drawn brows while she presses a wounded hand to the<br /> <br /> mirror-self and washes her away in a smear of scarlet.<br /> <br /> <br /> Something profound slithers beneath her ivory skin, something pulses to<br /> <br /> a beat not unlike that of a heart. This rhythm refuses to synchronize<br /> <br /> with hers, instead coaxing her heart's thrum to play counterpart in an<br /> <br /> enthusiastic recital. Unable to do else, she takes up the drum and sets<br /> <br /> a beat with her palm, the soothing balm of a mystic's hymn uniting these<br /> <br /> two pulses of life in one purpose -- A symphony of spirituality.<br /> <br /> [[File:Hedaryax.jpg|right]]</div>

DAMSEL https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Item:Flask_carved_from_a_single_huge_absinthe_emerald&diff=483892 2018-01-22T19:03:12Z

<p>DAMSEL: </p> <hr /> <div>{{Item<br /> |look=Numerous facets within the elaboratedly carved gem reveal varying shades of green. Misty glimmers play across the surface of the flask, slightly distorting the light to give the brilliant stone an alchemical hue. The flask's mouth is ringed with tel'athi, matching its cap and the rivets on the leather straps that allow secure attachment to the upper arm.<br /> |CTag=emerald<br /> |type=container<br /> |wearloc=upper arm<br /> |appcost=495000<br /> |sourcetype=-<br /> |fname=No<br /> }}<br /> The flask is nearly full of green absinthe.</div>

DAMSEL https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Item:Flask_carved_from_a_single_huge_absinthe_emerald&diff=483891 2018-01-22T19:00:47Z

<p>DAMSEL: Created page with &quot;{{Item |look=Numerous facets within the elaboratedly carved gem reveal varying shades of green. Misty glimmers play across the surface of the flask, slightly distorting the l...&quot;</p> <hr /> <div>{{Item<br /> |look=Numerous facets within the elaboratedly carved gem reveal varying shades of green. Misty glimmers play across the surface of the flask, slightly distorting the light to give the brilliant stone an alchemical hue. The flask's mouth is ringed with tel'athi, matching its cap and the rivets on the leather straps that allow secure attachment to the upper arm.<br /> |CTag=emerald<br /> |wearloc=upper arm<br /> |appcost=495000<br /> |sourcetype=-<br /> |fname=No<br /> }}<br /> The flask is nearly full of green absinthe.</div>

DAMSEL https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Item:Large_dragon%27s_heart_ruby&diff=483890 2018-01-22T18:52:07Z

<p>DAMSEL: Created page with &quot;{{Item |CTag=ruby |appcost=75000 |sourcetype=- |fname=No }}&quot;</p> <hr /> <div>{{Item<br /> |CTag=ruby<br /> |appcost=75000<br /> |sourcetype=-<br /> |fname=No<br /> }}</div>

DAMSEL https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Droughtman%27s_Challenge_426/Incidental_loot&diff=483889 2018-01-22T18:50:17Z

<p>DAMSEL: /* Gems */</p> <hr /> <div>{{RTOC}}<br /> '''NOTE:''' Runner packages (rewarded to everyone who participates) and prize boxes (rewarded for winning the challenge) pull rewards from the same pool.<br /> <br /> ==Weapons==<br /> *{{sloot|w|ebony competition shortbow with animite inlay}}<br /> *{{sloot|w|ebony battle crossbow with a kertig prod}}<br /> *{{sloot|w|felwood forester's bow with animite inlay}}<br /> *{{sloot|w|korograth-hide slingbow with dragonwood handles}}<br /> *{{sloot|w|mariner's arbalest with a diamondwood stock}}<br /> *{{sloot|w|scuffed leather shoe with a bent silver buckle}}<br /> *{{sloot|w|shadowbark reflex bow with a crimson-dyed spidersilk bowstring}}<br /> *{{sloot|w|shadowbark saddle bow inlaid with green gold}}<br /> *{{sloot|w|smokewood crossbow with white glaes fittings}}<br /> *{{sloot|w|thick book titled ~101 Rational Reasons Why I am Always Right~}}<br /> <br /> ==Shields==<br /> <br /> ==Armor==<br /> *{{sloot|a|uthamar-chased visored helm set with a single soulstone}}<br /> <br /> ==Clothing==<br /> *{{sloot|i|ash-grey kau leather cloak with a green gold clasp}}<br /> *{{sloot|i|baggy white shirt painted with the words ~BARB UP!~}}<br /> *{{sloot|i|blue faesilk cloak edged in Albarian lace}}<br /> *{{sloot|i|dark red pants with writhing shadows encircling the hems}}<br /> *{{sloot|i|droopy grey elephant ears}}<br /> *{{sloot|i|Dwarven miner's boots with kertig toe caps}}<br /> *{{sloot|i|elaborately wound bone white chestwrap oozing with blood}}<br /> *{{sloot|i|fine grey lambswool scarf}}<br /> *{{sloot|i|full gown of forest green silks wound with resplendent flora}}<br /> *{{sloot|i|hip-slung grey skirt worked with smoldering wisps}}<br /> *{{sloot|i|length of helei leather}}<br /> *{{sloot|i|long sky blue tunic wrapped in a veil of soft mists}}<br /> *{{sloot|i|low-slung loincloth made from strips of helei leather}}<br /> *{{sloot|i|low-slung loincloth made from strips of smoi leather}}<br /> *{{sloot|i|faesilk ribbon crown wound with preserved phofe flowers}}<br /> *{{sloot|i|floppy bunny ears dusted with pink glitter}}<br /> *{{sloot|i|fuzzy brown bear ears}}<br /> *{{sloot|i|knee-high knarn fur boots bound with strips of leather}}<br /> *{{sloot|i|mismatched argyle socks in shades of blue and pink}}<br /> *{{sloot|i|pair of helei leather slippers tied with shireli lace bows}}<br /> *{{sloot|i|pair of sinfully black horns tipped in shocking carmine red}}<br /> *{{sloot|i|pink form-fitting meditation pants}}<br /> *{{sloot|i|pure white cashmere scarf (2)|pure white cashmere scarf}}<br /> *{{sloot|i|rich brown brushed cashmere scarf}}<br /> *{{sloot|i|sequin edged scarf of fluid sapphire silk}}<br /> *{{sloot|i|shoulder-clasped black knarn fur cloak}}<br /> *{{sloot|i|sleek helei leather corset skirted with overlapping meshor fox pelts}}<br /> *{{sloot|i|tall smoi leather boots with hiro bear fur accents}}<br /> *{{sloot|i|white cat ears dotted with black spots}}<br /> *{{sloot|i|white faesilk cloak edged in Elven snowlace}}<br /> <br /> ==Containers==<br /> *{{sloot|i|charcoal suede hip pouch with a stylized hematite flame clasp}}<br /> *{{sloot|i|diamond-hide harness with asini buckles}}<br /> *{{sloot|i|helei leather harness with Elven silver buckles}}<br /> *{{sloot|i|hiro bear-pelt leather harness with icesteel buckles}}<br /> *{{sloot|i|kau leather harness with thick diacan buckles}}<br /> *{{sloot|i|knarn fur harness with heavy bronze buckles}}<br /> *{{sloot|i|miniature diamondwood treasure chest banded in indurium}}<br /> *{{sloot|i|silverweave debt collection bag}}<br /> *{{sloot|i|small ebony wardrobe carved with a whimsical design of dancing fae}}<br /> *{{sloot|i|small pouch embroidered with an intricate maze design}} – contains a random gem<br /> <br /> ==Jewelry==<br /> *{{sloot|i|asini locket}}<br /> *{{sloot|i|black gold circlet set with a clear Xibar topaz}}<br /> *{{sloot|i|covellite band}}<br /> *{{sloot|i|diacan locket}}<br /> *{{sloot|i|diacan ring}}<br /> *{{sloot|i|diadem formed of a summer's heart sapphire on a twisted silver chain}}<br /> *{{sloot|i|fire maiden topaz and silver ring}}<br /> *{{sloot|i|glacier emerald and platinum ring}}<br /> *{{sloot|i|green gold armband inset with a trail of tiny blood rubies}}<br /> *{{sloot|i|icesteel locket}}<br /> *{{sloot|i|indurium ewys ring}}<br /> *{{sloot|i|kertig band studded with blackened uthamar thorns}}<br /> *{{sloot|i|sapphire prayer beads}}<br /> *{{sloot|i|set of lip rings dangling a single chakrel amulet from a series of chains}}<br /> *{{sloot|i|sparkling uthamar circlet dangling tiny onyx ravens from draping chains}}<br /> *{{sloot|i|thick-banded animite ring set with a cabochon duskbloom sapphire}}<br /> *{{sloot|i|twilight sapphire and platinum pendant}}<br /> *{{sloot|i|twilight sapphire and platinum ring}}<br /> *{{sloot|i|twisted diacan anklet}}<br /> *{{sloot|i|wide sunderstone armband edged in platinum}}<br /> *{{sloot|i|wristlet of tidal lilies intertwined with spiral sapphire-hued glaes links}}<br /> <br /> ==Magical==<br /> *{{sloot|i|delicate platinum bracelet}}<br /> *{{sloot|i|gath mysanda}}<br /> *{{sloot|i|gilt-edged adderwood case inlaid with jade}}<br /> *{{sloot|i|green gold armband inset with a trail of tiny blood rubies}} - holy ritual focus<br /> *{{sloot|i|heavy silver-inlaid bracelet}}<br /> *{{sloot|i|heretic black sanowret crystal}}<br /> *{{sloot|i|hexagonal cambrinth prism suspended from a long electrum chain}}<br /> *{{sloot|i|hoarfrost white sanowret crystal}}<br /> *{{sloot|i|icesteel anklet accented with tiny howlite snowflakes}} - elemental ritual focus<br /> *{{sloot|i|simple silversteel ring}}<br /> *{{sloot|i|thealstone-encircled sanowret crystal surmounting a silver crown}}<br /> *{{sloot|i|twisted cambrinth rod resembling a unicorn's horn}}<br /> *{{sloot|i|vine-like silver armband adorned with silk leaves}}<br /> <br /> ==Toys==<br /> *{{sloot|i|ball painted to resemble a bloated tax collector}}<br /> *{{sloot|i|dice carved to resemble cubic bones}}<br /> *{{sloot|i|delicate crystal globe on a brushed silver base}}<br /> *{{sloot|i|e'erdream spyglass with a rencate cloud design}}<br /> *{{sloot|i|inky black diacan horse dusted in black diamonds}}<br /> *{{sloot|i|preserved cow's eyeball caught within a tight mesh covering}}<br /> *{{sloot|i|shrunken goblin head with a lopsided rictus grin}}<br /> <br /> ==Crafting==<br /> *{{sloot|i|blacksmith's hammer adorned with uthamar spirals along the handle}}<br /> *{{sloot|i|jagged niniam shiv with one end wrapped in scraps of leather}}<br /> *{{sloot|i|kau leather bellows fitted with a kertig nozzle}}<br /> <br /> ==Materials==<br /> '''Note:''' All materials appear to be 1 volume, even fibers.<br /> * {{sloot|n|animite}}<br /> * {{sloot|n|damite}}<br /> * {{sloot|n|dergatine|dergatine fibers}}<br /> * {{sloot|n|farandine|farandine fibers}}<br /> * {{sloot|n|felwood}}<br /> * {{sloot|n|frizzy|frizzy fibers}}<br /> * {{sloot|n|glaes}}<br /> * {{sloot|n|icesteel}}<br /> * {{sloot|n|indurium}}<br /> * {{sloot|n|niniam}}<br /> * {{sloot|n|shimmering|shimmering fibers}}<br /> * {{sloot|n|silversteel}}<br /> * {{sloot|n|vardite}}<br /> <br /> ==Gems==<br /> *{{sloot|i|bearclaw emerald}}<br /> *{{sloot|i|bloodmist garnet}}<br /> *{{sloot|i|Dalaeji black sapphire}}<br /> *{{sloot|i|Elamiri sapphire}}<br /> *{{sloot|i|Heke'mhhg lazuli}}<br /> *{{sloot|i|huge Taisidonian pearl}}<br /> *{{sloot|i|huge starlight ruby}}<br /> *{{sloot|i|large dragon's heart ruby}}<br /> *{{sloot|i|large glacier emerald}}<br /> *{{sloot|i|large nightfire opal}}<br /> *{{sloot|i|large serpent's heart ruby}}<br /> *{{sloot|i|large moonspun ruby}}<br /> *{{sloot|i|lightning amethyst}}<br /> *{{sloot|i|piece of dragonfire amber}}<br /> *{{sloot|i|starlight ruby}}<br /> *{{sloot|i|viperscale alexandrite}}<br /> *{{sloot|i|crystalline dragon tear}}<br /> *{{sloot|i|large twilight sapphire}}<br /> *{{sloot|i|small saffron topaz}}<br /> *{{sloot|i|sunset opal}}<br /> <br /> ==Stackers==<br /> *{{sloot|i|black leather pouch edged with crimson Albarian lace}}<br /> *{{sloot|i|pure white helei leather pouch}}<br /> *{{sloot|i|wide belt covered with clockworked metal boxes}}<br /> <br /> ==Other==<br /> *{{sloot|i|blue vial}}<br /> *{{sloot|i|dueling slip}}<br /> *{{sloot|i|cherry pozumshi tree}}<br /> *{{sloot|i|e'erdream pozumshi tree}}<br /> *{{sloot|i|flask carved from a single huge absinthe emerald}}<br /> *{{sloot|i|furtive summons}}<br /> *{{sloot|i|hazy crystal hourglass with engraved blackwood endcaps}}<br /> *{{sloot|i|intricate red seal}}<br /> *{{sloot|i|maze runner's pass}}<br /> *{{sloot|i|ornate platinum sigil (1)|ornate platinum sigil}}<br /> *{{sloot|i|potency crystal}}<br /> *{{sloot|i|self-help book entitled &quot;You are okay... maybe, I think?&quot; bound in smoi leather }}<br /> *{{sloot|i|scintillant lazuline elixir}}<br /> *{{sloot|i|Su Helmas contract}}<br /> <br /> [[rare source::true| ]]</div>

DAMSEL https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Item:Kertig_band_studded_with_blackened_uthamar_thorns&diff=483887 2018-01-22T18:47:34Z

<p>DAMSEL: Created page with &quot;{{Item |noun=band |look=Darkly gleaming, the metal thorns protrude from the ring to surround a single Gemfire ruby rose. The rich crimson stone&#039;s exceptional clarity adds to...&quot;</p> <hr /> <div>{{Item<br /> |noun=band<br /> |look=Darkly gleaming, the metal thorns protrude from the ring to surround a single Gemfire ruby rose. The rich crimson stone's exceptional clarity adds to the transparency of its glittering gold inclusion of tiny tendrils that appear to shift like the flames of a fire.<br /> |MTag=kertig<br /> |type=jewelry<br /> |wearloc=finger<br /> |sourcetype=-<br /> |fname=No<br /> }}</div>

DAMSEL https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Item:Hoarfrost_white_sanowret_crystal&diff=483886 2018-01-22T18:33:25Z

<p>DAMSEL: Created page with &quot;{{Item |name=hoarfrost white sanowret crystal |noun=crystal |look=The white sanowret crystal glows with a soft light and is shaped into a perfect cube. Thin lines of silver r...&quot;</p> <hr /> <div>{{Item<br /> |name=hoarfrost white sanowret crystal<br /> |noun=crystal<br /> |look=The white sanowret crystal glows with a soft light and is shaped into a perfect cube. Thin lines of silver reinforce the crystal in a complex lattice.<br /> |CTag=hoarfrost, white, silver<br /> |type=magic<br /> |wearloc=generic<br /> |appcost=125000<br /> |lsize=1<br /> |wsize=1<br /> |hsize=1<br /> |sourcetype=other<br /> |itype=jewelry, trainer, verby<br /> |fname=No<br /> }}</div>

DAMSEL https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Hedarya&diff=483882 2018-01-22T17:32:01Z

<p>DAMSEL: /* Seeress, Wordsmith, Star-eyed Wanderer */</p> <hr /> <div>{{PC<br /> |name=Hedarya Dunul-Adenin<br /> |status=a<br /> |race=Kaldar<br /> |gender=Female<br /> |instance=Prime<br /> |guild=Moon Mage<br /> |relat=Xolaudas<br /> }}<br /> <br /> <br /> == Seeress, Wordsmith, Star-eyed Wanderer ==<br /> <br /> ''Fate's Skein Hedarya Dunul-Adenin, a Kaldar.<br /> :She has a wraithheart-set headdress trailing skeins of glacial bloodlace framing the contours of a heart-shaped face, smolderingly intense stormy grey eyes, a sprite bone set with duskbloom sapphires piercing the septum of her nose and dimples pierced by a perfectly matched pair of whirl-cut rainbow sapphires. Her cinereous hair is calf length and fine, and is worn in an elegant upswept arrangement threaded with some twilight-hued glass charms swaying from darkened silver filigree chains. She has pale skin and a scattering of silvery blue-sheened moonlight gardenias arrayed to elegantly emphasize a slender figure.<br /> :She is tiny for a Kaldar.<br /> :A square-cut glacier emerald is positioned between her eyes, glowing with a lustrous sheen against her skin.<br /> :She is an adult.<br /> :Her shoulder has a tattoo of a childish Kaldar dancing amid a field of zombies.<br /> <br /> :You are wearing a dark moonspun silk eyepatch embroidered with a golden eye, a small platinum hoop earring with a dangling diamond-capped moon pearl, some lusterless blackwater jet teardrop earrings, a deep black nightsilk cloak embroidered with a silver dagger, an arresting off-the-shoulder robe of glacial bloodlace, some silver-chased elbow spikes, a lumium target shield with a trimmed face, a lacquered ironwood parry stick with dark steelsilk straps, an ornate gloomwood ring, a grey cambrinth ring, a simple cambrinth anklet and some silvery velvet boots with shimmering moonstone clasps.''<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> [[File:hedarya1.jpg|center|400px]]<br /> <br /> == Personal Alterations ==<br /> :'''Original:''' [[Item:Winged orichalcum headdress set with a large merlot ruby]] '''from''' [[Tildi's Blooms (3)]]<br /> :'''Alteration: '''''a wraithheart-set headdress trailing skeins of glacial bloodlace'' '''Done by:''' [[Keishalae]] '''At:''' [[Hollow Eve Festival 425]]<br /> :Spindly icesteel branches rise like oddly curled antlers from a slim circle of polished bone, their boughs strung with crystal slivers that clink together in a glassy cacophony at each turn. Silky skeins of argent bloodlace descend in graduated tiers down the back, fashioning a scintillating net that traces the spine in a glacial deluge of silvery fabric and ovals of lusterless blackwater jet. A solitary wraithheart is suspended from a chain at the front, designed to rest just above the wearer's brow.<br /> <br /> :'''Original:''' [[Item:Starlight velvet robe with a delicate night diamond clasp]] '''from''' [[Obscure Memories (5)]]<br /> :'''Alteration: '''''an arresting off-the-shoulder robe of glacial bloodlace'' '''Done by:''' [[Urdesas]] '''At:''' [[Hollow Eve Festival 425]]<br /> :Unconventional in design, this robe is made to cling to the wearer much like a gown would. A portrait neckline sweeps from shoulder-to-shoulder, crafted to expose the collarbones and a tasteful crescent of each shoulder when worn. Icesteel chains encircle a cinched waist, their many tiers boasting small slivers of wraithheart down the glacial hued fabric beneath. Flaring at the hips, the bloodlace skirt is designed to drop heavily to the floor in a wide sweeping bell.<br /> <br /> ----<br /> == Purchased Alterations ==<br /> :'''a corseted gown of frost opal icesilk back-laced with white faesilk ribbons'''<br /> :Reinforced by icesteel boning and back-laced with long faesilk ribbons, the ornate corset features panels of both smooth winterweave and spun glitter. The skirt is designed to drape gracefully to the floor, forming fragile snow-white pools of radiant silk upon the ground when worn. A flurry of tiny crystal snowflakes are carefully stitched along the neckline and hem of the gown to form a phrase.<br /> :There appears to be something written on it.<br /> :An icesilk gown reads:<br /> :&quot;Ice Princess&quot;<br /> <br /> :'''a dainty ice-veined leather loincloth trimmed with antique-white lace and opals'''<br /> :The cool white leather carries hints of glacial blue within its deep folds as it circles the hips. Flawless bright white opals peek flirtatiously from their settings nestled within the ruffles of frail crystal-flecked lace along the hem.<br /> :The barest hint of a blue-white shimmer appears across the surface of the leather.<br /> <br /> :'''a smoke ruby dusted wyvern earcuff set with molten-core diamond eyes''' x2<br /> :The wyvern's tail is designed to pierce the ear's lobe while the rest wraps behind the wearer's upper ear, allowing the head to hover roughly where the ear canal is. Its scales and curled wings are tinged with a dark red coloration that is nearly imperceptible against the deep black body. The eye sockets are filled by twin diamonds, revealing small pools of molten lava within, giving the beast an almost sentient and distinctly malevolent appearance.<br /> <br /> <br /> ----<br /> [[File:Hedarya2.png|left]]<br /> <br /> <br /> It drifted over her face in fine powder, clinging to pale hair, lashes<br /> <br /> and skin before melting into the warmth found there. Bleak, shining, the<br /> <br /> sun made dazzling diamonds of the snowfield around her, a sparkle born<br /> <br /> here like an upturned sky in which the earth is reduced to foggy<br /> <br /> atmosphere above the blinding radiance of a white-starred veil drawn<br /> <br /> over a Lady's chilled countenance. Frigid air slid into her lungs, a<br /> <br /> deep breath was taken; stillness breaks as from poppy-induced trancing<br /> <br /> she finds herself alone.<br /> <br /> <br /> Rather than seek respite in the fur mantle she wears, her cold fingers<br /> <br /> brush errant patterns in the snow, a soft flurry of words released in<br /> <br /> plumes of crystallised moisture to stain the brittle air biting her sore<br /> <br /> lips like glacial suitors intent on stealing kisses. &quot;You are cold, and<br /> <br /> You are beautiful&quot;, she sings, though her voice is lost in a gust of<br /> <br /> wind. &quot;Where the winter moon shines in hardship, the stars beckon&quot;. The<br /> <br /> timbre of her voice deepens as she reaches back with a hand and tugs the<br /> <br /> pelt from her shoulders, shrugging it off and leaving her bare as a babe<br /> <br /> in the boreal recesses of abandonment. Frosted tears like ornaments from<br /> <br /> flushed cheeks slide, caught and held, precious gems upon her skin --<br /> <br /> she is afraid.<br /> <br /> <br /> Frigid, the climate penetrates, exacerbates, and lifting a mirror in<br /> <br /> shaking hands she gazes upon her other self within the fogged glass. Her<br /> <br /> twin smiles and becomes the face of the moon -- pale and unflawed,<br /> <br /> though this imagery is broken as a crimson trickle slides across its<br /> <br /> ice-sheet surface. &quot;A prophesy broken&quot; she murmurs softly, the bloody<br /> <br /> portent noted with drawn brows while she presses a wounded hand to the<br /> <br /> mirror-self and washes her away in a smear of scarlet.<br /> <br /> <br /> Something profound slithers beneath her ivory skin, something pulses to<br /> <br /> a beat not unlike that of a heart. This rhythm refuses to synchronize<br /> <br /> with hers, instead coaxing her heart's thrum to play counterpart in an<br /> <br /> enthusiastic recital. Unable to do else, she takes up the drum and sets<br /> <br /> a beat with her palm, the soothing balm of a mystic's hymn uniting these<br /> <br /> two pulses of life in one purpose -- A symphony of spirituality.<br /> <br /> [[File:Hedaryax.jpg|right]]</div>

DAMSEL https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Hedarya&diff=483272 2018-01-10T21:10:03Z

<p>DAMSEL: </p> <hr /> <div>{{PC<br /> |name=Hedarya Dunul-Adenin<br /> |status=a<br /> |race=Kaldar<br /> |gender=Female<br /> |instance=Prime<br /> |guild=Moon Mage<br /> |relat=Xolaudas<br /> }}<br /> <br /> <br /> == Seeress, Wordsmith, Star-eyed Wanderer ==<br /> <br /> ''Fate's Skein Hedarya Dunul-Adenin, a Kaldar.<br /> :You have a wraithheart-set headdress trailing skeins of glacial bloodlace framing the contours of a heart-shaped face, smolderingly intense stormy grey eyes, a slim animite septum ring threaded through an amaranth riftstone piercing the septum of an upturned nose and dimples pierced by a perfectly matched pair of whirl-cut rainbow sapphires. Your cinereous hair is very long and fine, and is worn in an elegant upswept arrangement threaded with some twilight-hued glass charms swaying from darkened silver filigree chains. You have pale skin and a scattering of silvery blue-sheened moonlight gardenias arrayed to elegantly emphasize a slender figure.<br /> :You are short for a Kaldar.<br /> :A square-cut glacier emerald is positioned between your eyes, glowing with a lustrous sheen against your skin.<br /> :You are an adult.<br /> :Your shoulder has a tattoo of a childish Kaldar dancing amid a field of zombies.<br /> <br /> <br /> :You are wearing a dark moonspun silk eyepatch embroidered with a golden eye, a small platinum hoop earring with a dangling diamond-capped moon pearl, some lusterless blackwater jet teardrop earrings, a deep black nightsilk cloak embroidered with a silver dagger, an arresting off-the-shoulder robe of glacial bloodlace, some silver-chased elbow spikes, a lumium target shield with a trimmed face, a lacquered ironwood parry stick with dark steelsilk straps, an ornate gloomwood ring, a grey cambrinth ring, a simple cambrinth anklet and some silvery velvet boots with shimmering moonstone clasps.''<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> [[File:hedarya1.jpg|center|400px]]<br /> <br /> == Personal Alterations ==<br /> :'''Original:''' [[Item:Winged orichalcum headdress set with a large merlot ruby]] '''from''' [[Tildi's Blooms (3)]]<br /> :'''Alteration: '''''a wraithheart-set headdress trailing skeins of glacial bloodlace'' '''Done by:''' [[Keishalae]] '''At:''' [[Hollow Eve Festival 425]]<br /> :Spindly icesteel branches rise like oddly curled antlers from a slim circle of polished bone, their boughs strung with crystal slivers that clink together in a glassy cacophony at each turn. Silky skeins of argent bloodlace descend in graduated tiers down the back, fashioning a scintillating net that traces the spine in a glacial deluge of silvery fabric and ovals of lusterless blackwater jet. A solitary wraithheart is suspended from a chain at the front, designed to rest just above the wearer's brow.<br /> <br /> :'''Original:''' [[Item:Starlight velvet robe with a delicate night diamond clasp]] '''from''' [[Obscure Memories (5)]]<br /> :'''Alteration: '''''an arresting off-the-shoulder robe of glacial bloodlace'' '''Done by:''' [[Urdesas]] '''At:''' [[Hollow Eve Festival 425]]<br /> :Unconventional in design, this robe is made to cling to the wearer much like a gown would. A portrait neckline sweeps from shoulder-to-shoulder, crafted to expose the collarbones and a tasteful crescent of each shoulder when worn. Icesteel chains encircle a cinched waist, their many tiers boasting small slivers of wraithheart down the glacial hued fabric beneath. Flaring at the hips, the bloodlace skirt is designed to drop heavily to the floor in a wide sweeping bell.<br /> <br /> ----<br /> == Purchased Alterations ==<br /> :'''a corseted gown of frost opal icesilk back-laced with white faesilk ribbons'''<br /> :Reinforced by icesteel boning and back-laced with long faesilk ribbons, the ornate corset features panels of both smooth winterweave and spun glitter. The skirt is designed to drape gracefully to the floor, forming fragile snow-white pools of radiant silk upon the ground when worn. A flurry of tiny crystal snowflakes are carefully stitched along the neckline and hem of the gown to form a phrase.<br /> :There appears to be something written on it.<br /> :An icesilk gown reads:<br /> :&quot;Ice Princess&quot;<br /> <br /> :'''a dainty ice-veined leather loincloth trimmed with antique-white lace and opals'''<br /> :The cool white leather carries hints of glacial blue within its deep folds as it circles the hips. Flawless bright white opals peek flirtatiously from their settings nestled within the ruffles of frail crystal-flecked lace along the hem.<br /> :The barest hint of a blue-white shimmer appears across the surface of the leather.<br /> <br /> :'''a smoke ruby dusted wyvern earcuff set with molten-core diamond eyes''' x2<br /> :The wyvern's tail is designed to pierce the ear's lobe while the rest wraps behind the wearer's upper ear, allowing the head to hover roughly where the ear canal is. Its scales and curled wings are tinged with a dark red coloration that is nearly imperceptible against the deep black body. The eye sockets are filled by twin diamonds, revealing small pools of molten lava within, giving the beast an almost sentient and distinctly malevolent appearance.<br /> <br /> <br /> ----<br /> [[File:Hedarya2.png|left]]<br /> <br /> <br /> It drifted over her face in fine powder, clinging to pale hair, lashes<br /> <br /> and skin before melting into the warmth found there. Bleak, shining, the<br /> <br /> sun made dazzling diamonds of the snowfield around her, a sparkle born<br /> <br /> here like an upturned sky in which the earth is reduced to foggy<br /> <br /> atmosphere above the blinding radiance of a white-starred veil drawn<br /> <br /> over a Lady's chilled countenance. Frigid air slid into her lungs, a<br /> <br /> deep breath was taken; stillness breaks as from poppy-induced trancing<br /> <br /> she finds herself alone.<br /> <br /> <br /> Rather than seek respite in the fur mantle she wears, her cold fingers<br /> <br /> brush errant patterns in the snow, a soft flurry of words released in<br /> <br /> plumes of crystallised moisture to stain the brittle air biting her sore<br /> <br /> lips like glacial suitors intent on stealing kisses. &quot;You are cold, and<br /> <br /> You are beautiful&quot;, she sings, though her voice is lost in a gust of<br /> <br /> wind. &quot;Where the winter moon shines in hardship, the stars beckon&quot;. The<br /> <br /> timbre of her voice deepens as she reaches back with a hand and tugs the<br /> <br /> pelt from her shoulders, shrugging it off and leaving her bare as a babe<br /> <br /> in the boreal recesses of abandonment. Frosted tears like ornaments from<br /> <br /> flushed cheeks slide, caught and held, precious gems upon her skin --<br /> <br /> she is afraid.<br /> <br /> <br /> Frigid, the climate penetrates, exacerbates, and lifting a mirror in<br /> <br /> shaking hands she gazes upon her other self within the fogged glass. Her<br /> <br /> twin smiles and becomes the face of the moon -- pale and unflawed,<br /> <br /> though this imagery is broken as a crimson trickle slides across its<br /> <br /> ice-sheet surface. &quot;A prophesy broken&quot; she murmurs softly, the bloody<br /> <br /> portent noted with drawn brows while she presses a wounded hand to the<br /> <br /> mirror-self and washes her away in a smear of scarlet.<br /> <br /> <br /> Something profound slithers beneath her ivory skin, something pulses to<br /> <br /> a beat not unlike that of a heart. This rhythm refuses to synchronize<br /> <br /> with hers, instead coaxing her heart's thrum to play counterpart in an<br /> <br /> enthusiastic recital. Unable to do else, she takes up the drum and sets<br /> <br /> a beat with her palm, the soothing balm of a mystic's hymn uniting these<br /> <br /> two pulses of life in one purpose -- A symphony of spirituality.<br /> <br /> [[File:Hedaryax.jpg|right]]</div>

DAMSEL https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Hedarya&diff=483271 2018-01-10T21:00:47Z

<p>DAMSEL: </p> <hr /> <div>{{PC<br /> |name=Hedarya Dunul-Adenin<br /> |status=a<br /> |race=Kaldar<br /> |gender=Female<br /> |instance=Prime<br /> |guild=Moon Mage<br /> |relat=Xolaudas<br /> }}<br /> <br /> <br /> == Seeress, Wordsmith, Star-eyed Wanderer ==<br /> <br /> ''Fate's Skein Hedarya Dunul-Adenin, a Kaldar.<br /> :You have a wraithheart-set headdress trailing skeins of glacial bloodlace framing the contours of a heart-shaped face, smolderingly intense stormy grey eyes, a slim animite septum ring threaded through an amaranth riftstone piercing the septum of an upturned nose and dimples pierced by a perfectly matched pair of whirl-cut rainbow sapphires. Your cinereous hair is very long and fine, and is worn in an elegant upswept arrangement threaded with some twilight-hued glass charms swaying from darkened silver filigree chains. You have pale skin and a scattering of silvery blue-sheened moonlight gardenias arrayed to elegantly emphasize a slender figure.<br /> :You are short for a Kaldar.<br /> :A square-cut glacier emerald is positioned between your eyes, glowing with a lustrous sheen against your skin.<br /> :You are an adult.<br /> :Your shoulder has a tattoo of a childish Kaldar dancing amid a field of zombies.<br /> <br /> <br /> :You are wearing a dark moonspun silk eyepatch embroidered with a golden eye, a small platinum hoop earring with a dangling diamond-capped moon pearl, some lusterless blackwater jet teardrop earrings, a deep black nightsilk cloak embroidered with a silver dagger, an arresting off-the-shoulder robe of glacial bloodlace, some silver-chased elbow spikes, a lumium target shield with a trimmed face, a lacquered ironwood parry stick with dark steelsilk straps, an ornate gloomwood ring, a grey cambrinth ring, a simple cambrinth anklet and some silvery velvet boots with shimmering moonstone clasps.''<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> [[File:hedarya1.jpg|center|400px]]<br /> <br /> == Personal Alterations ==<br /> :'''Original:''' [[Item:Winged orichalcum headdress set with a large merlot ruby]] '''from''' [[Tildi's Blooms (3)]]<br /> :'''Alteration: '''''a wraithheart-set headdress trailing skeins of glacial bloodlace'' '''Done by:''' [[Keishalae]] '''At:''' [[Hollow Eve Festival 425]]<br /> :Spindly icesteel branches rise like oddly curled antlers from a slim circle of polished bone, their boughs strung with crystal slivers that clink together in a glassy cacophony at each turn. Silky skeins of argent bloodlace descend in graduated tiers down the back, fashioning a scintillating net that traces the spine in a glacial deluge of silvery fabric and ovals of lusterless blackwater jet. A solitary wraithheart is suspended from a chain at the front, designed to rest just above the wearer's brow.<br /> <br /> :'''Original:''' [[Item:Starlight velvet robe with a delicate night diamond clasp]] '''from''' [[Obscure Memories (5)]]<br /> :'''Alteration: '''''an arresting off-the-shoulder robe of glacial bloodlace'' '''Done by:''' [[Urdesas]] '''At:''' [[Hollow Eve Festival 425]]<br /> :Unconventional in design, this robe is made to cling to the wearer much like a gown would. A portrait neckline sweeps from shoulder-to-shoulder, crafted to expose the collarbones and a tasteful crescent of each shoulder when worn. Icesteel chains encircle a cinched waist, their many tiers boasting small slivers of wraithheart down the glacial hued fabric beneath. Flaring at the hips, the bloodlace skirt is designed to drop heavily to the floor in a wide sweeping bell.<br /> <br /> ----<br /> == Purchased Alterations ==<br /> :'''a corseted gown of frost opal icesilk back-laced with white faesilk ribbons'''<br /> :Reinforced by icesteel boning and back-laced with long faesilk ribbons, the ornate corset features panels of both smooth winterweave and spun glitter. The skirt is designed to drape gracefully to the floor, forming fragile snow-white pools of radiant silk upon the ground when worn. A flurry of tiny crystal snowflakes are carefully stitched along the neckline and hem of the gown to form a phrase.<br /> :There appears to be something written on it.<br /> :An icesilk gown reads:<br /> :&quot;Ice Princess&quot;<br /> <br /> :'''a dainty ice-veined leather loincloth trimmed with antique-white lace and opals'''<br /> :The cool white leather carries hints of glacial blue within its deep folds as it circles the hips. Flawless bright white opals peek flirtatiously from their settings nestled within the ruffles of frail crystal-flecked lace along the hem.<br /> :The barest hint of a blue-white shimmer appears across the surface of the leather.<br /> <br /> :'''a smoke ruby dusted wyvern earcuff set with molten-core diamond eyes''' x2<br /> :The wyvern's tail is designed to pierce the ear's lobe while the rest wraps behind the wearer's upper ear, allowing the head to hover roughly where the ear canal is. Its scales and curled wings are tinged with a dark red coloration that is nearly imperceptible against the deep black body. The eye sockets are filled by twin diamonds, revealing small pools of molten lava within, giving the beast an almost sentient and distinctly malevolent appearance.<br /> <br /> <br /> ----<br /> [[File:Hedarya2.png|left]]<br /> <br /> ''&quot;Come with me, my darling, let us dance among the stars...&quot;''<br /> The methodic, metronomic clink of the teaspoon against a porcelain cup was her opus. Sugar, just a bit, cream, a dab of honey, cinnamon. Like everything, her tea had to be just so, but the wait was worth it. That first soothing sip that bloomed across her taste buds was a ritual performed every single morning. Without it, she may as well stride into town naked. Eventually she finished and glanced downward, tipping her cup so that the granulated liquid clinging to its bone belly shifted this way and that. Sticky, sickly sweet, the remnants would be far too overpowering for her refined palate, though they had their uses still.<br /> <br /> Her brand of augury may not be the popular practice, but it had served her well over the years. A flick of her finger and the ring upon her second digit separates, top from bottom, to reveal a thin shard of opaque glass. She lances the pad of her index finger, no wince of pain marring her smooth countenance as she then inserts the bleeding flesh into the sludge at the bottom of her cup and begins to stir. There is power in a number: once, twice, three times, she stirs, the wound already itching and tingling where spice and other residuum intrude. A low hum rises in her throat as she withdraws her hand, holding the wet finger aloft while grasping the cup firmly and tipping it over onto the matching saucer waiting below.<br /> <br /> Twisting the bottom of the cup in sharp, concise rotations, she counts slowly backward, storm-cloud grey eyes traveling along with its counter-clockwise path. When the elegantly curved handle arrives parallel to her once more, she stops, then closes her eyes and lifts the vessel, setting it aside. A strange mural unravels before her - unassuming and no more than a mess upon fine dishes to the untrained eye, but she sees far deeper. Scanning from left to right, up and down, she releases a quiet, introspective, &quot;Hmmm...&quot;, then carefully wipes a still bleeding finger on the cloth napkin in her lap. &quot;Well&quot; she muses, a slight smile catching the corner of her mouth. &quot;I suppose I had best get dressed.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> It drifted over her face in fine powder, clinging to pale hair, lashes<br /> <br /> and skin before melting into the warmth found there. Bleak, shining, the<br /> <br /> sun made dazzling diamonds of the snowfield around her, a sparkle born<br /> <br /> here like an upturned sky in which the earth is reduced to foggy<br /> <br /> atmosphere above the blinding radiance of a white-starred veil drawn<br /> <br /> over a Lady's chilled countenance. Frigid air slid into her lungs, a<br /> <br /> deep breath was taken; stillness breaks as from poppy-induced trancing<br /> <br /> she finds herself alone.<br /> <br /> <br /> Rather than seek respite in the fur mantle she wears, her cold fingers<br /> <br /> brush errant patterns in the snow, a soft flurry of words released in<br /> <br /> plumes of crystallised moisture to stain the brittle air biting her sore<br /> <br /> lips like glacial suitors intent on stealing kisses. &quot;You are cold, and<br /> <br /> You are beautiful&quot;, she sings, though her voice is lost in a gust of<br /> <br /> wind. &quot;Where the winter moon shines in hardship, the stars beckon&quot;. The<br /> <br /> timbre of her voice deepens as she reaches back with a hand and tugs the<br /> <br /> pelt from her shoulders, shrugging it off and leaving her bare as a babe<br /> <br /> in the boreal recesses of abandonment. Frosted tears like ornaments from<br /> <br /> flushed cheeks slide, caught and held, precious gems upon her skin --<br /> <br /> she is afraid.<br /> <br /> <br /> Frigid, the climate penetrates, exacerbates, and lifting a mirror in<br /> <br /> shaking hands she gazes upon her other self within the fogged glass. Her<br /> <br /> twin smiles and becomes the face of the moon -- pale and unflawed,<br /> <br /> though this imagery is broken as a crimson trickle slides across its<br /> <br /> ice-sheet surface. &quot;A prophesy broken&quot; she murmurs softly, the bloody<br /> <br /> portent noted with drawn brows while she presses a wounded hand to the<br /> <br /> mirror-self and washes her away in a smear of scarlet.<br /> <br /> <br /> Something profound slithers beneath her ivory skin, something pulses to<br /> <br /> a beat not unlike that of a heart. This rhythm refuses to synchronize<br /> <br /> with hers, instead coaxing her heart's thrum to play counterpart in an<br /> <br /> enthusiastic recital. Unable to do else, she takes up the drum and sets<br /> <br /> a beat with her palm, the soothing balm of a mystic's hymn uniting these<br /> <br /> two pulses of life in one purpose -- A symphony of spirituality.<br /> <br /> [[File:Hedaryax.jpg|right]]</div>

DAMSEL https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Hedarya&diff=483270 2018-01-10T20:59:51Z

<p>DAMSEL: </p> <hr /> <div>{{PC<br /> |name=Hedarya<br /> |status=a<br /> |race=Kaldar<br /> |gender=Female<br /> |instance=Prime<br /> |guild=Moon Mage<br /> |relat=Xolaudas<br /> }}<br /> <br /> <br /> == Seeress, Wordsmith, Star-eyed Wanderer ==<br /> <br /> ''Fate's Skein Hedarya Dunul-Adenin, a Kaldar.<br /> :You have a wraithheart-set headdress trailing skeins of glacial bloodlace framing the contours of a heart-shaped face, smolderingly intense stormy grey eyes, a slim animite septum ring threaded through an amaranth riftstone piercing the septum of an upturned nose and dimples pierced by a perfectly matched pair of whirl-cut rainbow sapphires. Your cinereous hair is very long and fine, and is worn in an elegant upswept arrangement threaded with some twilight-hued glass charms swaying from darkened silver filigree chains. You have pale skin and a scattering of silvery blue-sheened moonlight gardenias arrayed to elegantly emphasize a slender figure.<br /> :You are short for a Kaldar.<br /> :A square-cut glacier emerald is positioned between your eyes, glowing with a lustrous sheen against your skin.<br /> :You are an adult.<br /> :Your shoulder has a tattoo of a childish Kaldar dancing amid a field of zombies.<br /> <br /> <br /> :You are wearing a dark moonspun silk eyepatch embroidered with a golden eye, a small platinum hoop earring with a dangling diamond-capped moon pearl, some lusterless blackwater jet teardrop earrings, a deep black nightsilk cloak embroidered with a silver dagger, an arresting off-the-shoulder robe of glacial bloodlace, some silver-chased elbow spikes, a lumium target shield with a trimmed face, a lacquered ironwood parry stick with dark steelsilk straps, an ornate gloomwood ring, a grey cambrinth ring, a simple cambrinth anklet and some silvery velvet boots with shimmering moonstone clasps.''<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> [[File:hedarya1.jpg|center|400px]]<br /> <br /> == Personal Alterations ==<br /> :'''Original:''' [[Item:Winged orichalcum headdress set with a large merlot ruby]] '''from''' [[Tildi's Blooms (3)]]<br /> :'''Alteration: '''''a wraithheart-set headdress trailing skeins of glacial bloodlace'' '''Done by:''' [[Keishalae]] '''At:''' [[Hollow Eve Festival 425]]<br /> :Spindly icesteel branches rise like oddly curled antlers from a slim circle of polished bone, their boughs strung with crystal slivers that clink together in a glassy cacophony at each turn. Silky skeins of argent bloodlace descend in graduated tiers down the back, fashioning a scintillating net that traces the spine in a glacial deluge of silvery fabric and ovals of lusterless blackwater jet. A solitary wraithheart is suspended from a chain at the front, designed to rest just above the wearer's brow.<br /> <br /> :'''Original:''' [[Item:Starlight velvet robe with a delicate night diamond clasp]] '''from''' [[Obscure Memories (5)]]<br /> :'''Alteration: '''''an arresting off-the-shoulder robe of glacial bloodlace'' '''Done by:''' [[Urdesas]] '''At:''' [[Hollow Eve Festival 425]]<br /> :Unconventional in design, this robe is made to cling to the wearer much like a gown would. A portrait neckline sweeps from shoulder-to-shoulder, crafted to expose the collarbones and a tasteful crescent of each shoulder when worn. Icesteel chains encircle a cinched waist, their many tiers boasting small slivers of wraithheart down the glacial hued fabric beneath. Flaring at the hips, the bloodlace skirt is designed to drop heavily to the floor in a wide sweeping bell.<br /> <br /> ----<br /> == Purchased Alterations ==<br /> :'''a corseted gown of frost opal icesilk back-laced with white faesilk ribbons'''<br /> :Reinforced by icesteel boning and back-laced with long faesilk ribbons, the ornate corset features panels of both smooth winterweave and spun glitter. The skirt is designed to drape gracefully to the floor, forming fragile snow-white pools of radiant silk upon the ground when worn. A flurry of tiny crystal snowflakes are carefully stitched along the neckline and hem of the gown to form a phrase.<br /> :There appears to be something written on it.<br /> :An icesilk gown reads:<br /> :&quot;Ice Princess&quot;<br /> <br /> :'''a dainty ice-veined leather loincloth trimmed with antique-white lace and opals'''<br /> :The cool white leather carries hints of glacial blue within its deep folds as it circles the hips. Flawless bright white opals peek flirtatiously from their settings nestled within the ruffles of frail crystal-flecked lace along the hem.<br /> :The barest hint of a blue-white shimmer appears across the surface of the leather.<br /> <br /> :'''a smoke ruby dusted wyvern earcuff set with molten-core diamond eyes''' x2<br /> :The wyvern's tail is designed to pierce the ear's lobe while the rest wraps behind the wearer's upper ear, allowing the head to hover roughly where the ear canal is. Its scales and curled wings are tinged with a dark red coloration that is nearly imperceptible against the deep black body. The eye sockets are filled by twin diamonds, revealing small pools of molten lava within, giving the beast an almost sentient and distinctly malevolent appearance.<br /> <br /> <br /> ----<br /> [[File:Hedarya2.png|left]]<br /> <br /> ''&quot;Come with me, my darling, let us dance among the stars...&quot;''<br /> The methodic, metronomic clink of the teaspoon against a porcelain cup was her opus. Sugar, just a bit, cream, a dab of honey, cinnamon. Like everything, her tea had to be just so, but the wait was worth it. That first soothing sip that bloomed across her taste buds was a ritual performed every single morning. Without it, she may as well stride into town naked. Eventually she finished and glanced downward, tipping her cup so that the granulated liquid clinging to its bone belly shifted this way and that. Sticky, sickly sweet, the remnants would be far too overpowering for her refined palate, though they had their uses still.<br /> <br /> Her brand of augury may not be the popular practice, but it had served her well over the years. A flick of her finger and the ring upon her second digit separates, top from bottom, to reveal a thin shard of opaque glass. She lances the pad of her index finger, no wince of pain marring her smooth countenance as she then inserts the bleeding flesh into the sludge at the bottom of her cup and begins to stir. There is power in a number: once, twice, three times, she stirs, the wound already itching and tingling where spice and other residuum intrude. A low hum rises in her throat as she withdraws her hand, holding the wet finger aloft while grasping the cup firmly and tipping it over onto the matching saucer waiting below.<br /> <br /> Twisting the bottom of the cup in sharp, concise rotations, she counts slowly backward, storm-cloud grey eyes traveling along with its counter-clockwise path. When the elegantly curved handle arrives parallel to her once more, she stops, then closes her eyes and lifts the vessel, setting it aside. A strange mural unravels before her - unassuming and no more than a mess upon fine dishes to the untrained eye, but she sees far deeper. Scanning from left to right, up and down, she releases a quiet, introspective, &quot;Hmmm...&quot;, then carefully wipes a still bleeding finger on the cloth napkin in her lap. &quot;Well&quot; she muses, a slight smile catching the corner of her mouth. &quot;I suppose I had best get dressed.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> It drifted over her face in fine powder, clinging to pale hair, lashes<br /> <br /> and skin before melting into the warmth found there. Bleak, shining, the<br /> <br /> sun made dazzling diamonds of the snowfield around her, a sparkle born<br /> <br /> here like an upturned sky in which the earth is reduced to foggy<br /> <br /> atmosphere above the blinding radiance of a white-starred veil drawn<br /> <br /> over a Lady's chilled countenance. Frigid air slid into her lungs, a<br /> <br /> deep breath was taken; stillness breaks as from poppy-induced trancing<br /> <br /> she finds herself alone.<br /> <br /> <br /> Rather than seek respite in the fur mantle she wears, her cold fingers<br /> <br /> brush errant patterns in the snow, a soft flurry of words released in<br /> <br /> plumes of crystallised moisture to stain the brittle air biting her sore<br /> <br /> lips like glacial suitors intent on stealing kisses. &quot;You are cold, and<br /> <br /> You are beautiful&quot;, she sings, though her voice is lost in a gust of<br /> <br /> wind. &quot;Where the winter moon shines in hardship, the stars beckon&quot;. The<br /> <br /> timbre of her voice deepens as she reaches back with a hand and tugs the<br /> <br /> pelt from her shoulders, shrugging it off and leaving her bare as a babe<br /> <br /> in the boreal recesses of abandonment. Frosted tears like ornaments from<br /> <br /> flushed cheeks slide, caught and held, precious gems upon her skin --<br /> <br /> she is afraid.<br /> <br /> <br /> Frigid, the climate penetrates, exacerbates, and lifting a mirror in<br /> <br /> shaking hands she gazes upon her other self within the fogged glass. Her<br /> <br /> twin smiles and becomes the face of the moon -- pale and unflawed,<br /> <br /> though this imagery is broken as a crimson trickle slides across its<br /> <br /> ice-sheet surface. &quot;A prophesy broken&quot; she murmurs softly, the bloody<br /> <br /> portent noted with drawn brows while she presses a wounded hand to the<br /> <br /> mirror-self and washes her away in a smear of scarlet.<br /> <br /> <br /> Something profound slithers beneath her ivory skin, something pulses to<br /> <br /> a beat not unlike that of a heart. This rhythm refuses to synchronize<br /> <br /> with hers, instead coaxing her heart's thrum to play counterpart in an<br /> <br /> enthusiastic recital. Unable to do else, she takes up the drum and sets<br /> <br /> a beat with her palm, the soothing balm of a mystic's hymn uniting these<br /> <br /> two pulses of life in one purpose -- A symphony of spirituality.<br /> <br /> [[File:Hedaryax.jpg|right]]</div>

DAMSEL https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Hedarya&diff=483187 2018-01-08T12:28:32Z

<p>DAMSEL: </p> <hr /> <div>{{PC<br /> |name=Hedarya<br /> |status=a<br /> |race=Kaldar<br /> |gender=Female<br /> |instance=Prime<br /> |guild=Moon Mage<br /> }}<br /> <br /> <br /> == Seeress, Wordsmith, Star-eyed Wanderer ==<br /> <br /> ''Fate's Skein Hedarya Dunul-Adenin, a Kaldar.<br /> :You have a wraithheart-set headdress trailing skeins of glacial bloodlace framing the contours of a heart-shaped face, smolderingly intense stormy grey eyes, a slim animite septum ring threaded through an amaranth riftstone piercing the septum of an upturned nose and dimples pierced by a perfectly matched pair of whirl-cut rainbow sapphires. Your cinereous hair is very long and fine, and is worn in an elegant upswept arrangement threaded with some twilight-hued glass charms swaying from darkened silver filigree chains. You have pale skin and a scattering of silvery blue-sheened moonlight gardenias arrayed to elegantly emphasize a slender figure.<br /> :You are short for a Kaldar.<br /> :A square-cut glacier emerald is positioned between your eyes, glowing with a lustrous sheen against your skin.<br /> :You are an adult.<br /> :Your shoulder has a tattoo of a childish Kaldar dancing amid a field of zombies.<br /> <br /> <br /> :You are wearing a dark moonspun silk eyepatch embroidered with a golden eye, a small platinum hoop earring with a dangling diamond-capped moon pearl, some lusterless blackwater jet teardrop earrings, a deep black nightsilk cloak embroidered with a silver dagger, an arresting off-the-shoulder robe of glacial bloodlace, some silver-chased elbow spikes, a lumium target shield with a trimmed face, a lacquered ironwood parry stick with dark steelsilk straps, an ornate gloomwood ring, a grey cambrinth ring, a simple cambrinth anklet and some silvery velvet boots with shimmering moonstone clasps.''<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> [[File:hedarya1.jpg|center|400px]]<br /> <br /> == Personal Alterations ==<br /> :'''Original:''' [[Item:Winged orichalcum headdress set with a large merlot ruby]] '''from''' [[Tildi's Blooms (3)]]<br /> :'''Alteration: '''''a wraithheart-set headdress trailing skeins of glacial bloodlace'' '''Done by:''' [[Keishalae]] '''At:''' [[Hollow Eve Festival 425]]<br /> :Spindly icesteel branches rise like oddly curled antlers from a slim circle of polished bone, their boughs strung with crystal slivers that clink together in a glassy cacophony at each turn. Silky skeins of argent bloodlace descend in graduated tiers down the back, fashioning a scintillating net that traces the spine in a glacial deluge of silvery fabric and ovals of lusterless blackwater jet. A solitary wraithheart is suspended from a chain at the front, designed to rest just above the wearer's brow.<br /> <br /> :'''Original:''' [[Item:Starlight velvet robe with a delicate night diamond clasp]] '''from''' [[Obscure Memories (5)]]<br /> :'''Alteration: '''''an arresting off-the-shoulder robe of glacial bloodlace'' '''Done by:''' [[Urdesas]] '''At:''' [[Hollow Eve Festival 425]]<br /> :Unconventional in design, this robe is made to cling to the wearer much like a gown would. A portrait neckline sweeps from shoulder-to-shoulder, crafted to expose the collarbones and a tasteful crescent of each shoulder when worn. Icesteel chains encircle a cinched waist, their many tiers boasting small slivers of wraithheart down the glacial hued fabric beneath. Flaring at the hips, the bloodlace skirt is designed to drop heavily to the floor in a wide sweeping bell.<br /> <br /> ----<br /> == Purchased Alterations ==<br /> :'''a corseted gown of frost opal icesilk back-laced with white faesilk ribbons'''<br /> :Reinforced by icesteel boning and back-laced with long faesilk ribbons, the ornate corset features panels of both smooth winterweave and spun glitter. The skirt is designed to drape gracefully to the floor, forming fragile snow-white pools of radiant silk upon the ground when worn. A flurry of tiny crystal snowflakes are carefully stitched along the neckline and hem of the gown to form a phrase.<br /> :There appears to be something written on it.<br /> :An icesilk gown reads:<br /> :&quot;Ice Princess&quot;<br /> <br /> :'''a dainty ice-veined leather loincloth trimmed with antique-white lace and opals'''<br /> :The cool white leather carries hints of glacial blue within its deep folds as it circles the hips. Flawless bright white opals peek flirtatiously from their settings nestled within the ruffles of frail crystal-flecked lace along the hem.<br /> :The barest hint of a blue-white shimmer appears across the surface of the leather.<br /> <br /> :'''a smoke ruby dusted wyvern earcuff set with molten-core diamond eyes''' x2<br /> :The wyvern's tail is designed to pierce the ear's lobe while the rest wraps behind the wearer's upper ear, allowing the head to hover roughly where the ear canal is. Its scales and curled wings are tinged with a dark red coloration that is nearly imperceptible against the deep black body. The eye sockets are filled by twin diamonds, revealing small pools of molten lava within, giving the beast an almost sentient and distinctly malevolent appearance.<br /> <br /> <br /> ----<br /> [[File:Hedarya2.png|left]]<br /> <br /> ''&quot;Come with me, my darling, let us dance among the stars...&quot;''<br /> The methodic, metronomic clink of the teaspoon against a porcelain cup was her opus. Sugar, just a bit, cream, a dab of honey, cinnamon. Like everything, her tea had to be just so, but the wait was worth it. That first soothing sip that bloomed across her taste buds was a ritual performed every single morning. Without it, she may as well stride into town naked. Eventually she finished and glanced downward, tipping her cup so that the granulated liquid clinging to its bone belly shifted this way and that. Sticky, sickly sweet, the remnants would be far too overpowering for her refined palate, though they had their uses still.<br /> <br /> Her brand of augury may not be the popular practice, but it had served her well over the years. A flick of her finger and the ring upon her second digit separates, top from bottom, to reveal a thin shard of opaque glass. She lances the pad of her index finger, no wince of pain marring her smooth countenance as she then inserts the bleeding flesh into the sludge at the bottom of her cup and begins to stir. There is power in a number: once, twice, three times, she stirs, the wound already itching and tingling where spice and other residuum intrude. A low hum rises in her throat as she withdraws her hand, holding the wet finger aloft while grasping the cup firmly and tipping it over onto the matching saucer waiting below.<br /> <br /> Twisting the bottom of the cup in sharp, concise rotations, she counts slowly backward, storm-cloud grey eyes traveling along with its counter-clockwise path. When the elegantly curved handle arrives parallel to her once more, she stops, then closes her eyes and lifts the vessel, setting it aside. A strange mural unravels before her - unassuming and no more than a mess upon fine dishes to the untrained eye, but she sees far deeper. Scanning from left to right, up and down, she releases a quiet, introspective, &quot;Hmmm...&quot;, then carefully wipes a still bleeding finger on the cloth napkin in her lap. &quot;Well&quot; she muses, a slight smile catching the corner of her mouth. &quot;I suppose I had best get dressed.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> It drifted over her face in fine powder, clinging to pale hair, lashes<br /> <br /> and skin before melting into the warmth found there. Bleak, shining, the<br /> <br /> sun made dazzling diamonds of the snowfield around her, a sparkle born<br /> <br /> here like an upturned sky in which the earth is reduced to foggy<br /> <br /> atmosphere above the blinding radiance of a white-starred veil drawn<br /> <br /> over a Lady's chilled countenance. Frigid air slid into her lungs, a<br /> <br /> deep breath was taken; stillness breaks as from poppy-induced trancing<br /> <br /> she finds herself alone.<br /> <br /> <br /> Rather than seek respite in the fur mantle she wears, her cold fingers<br /> <br /> brush errant patterns in the snow, a soft flurry of words released in<br /> <br /> plumes of crystallised moisture to stain the brittle air biting her sore<br /> <br /> lips like glacial suitors intent on stealing kisses. &quot;You are cold, and<br /> <br /> You are beautiful&quot;, she sings, though her voice is lost in a gust of<br /> <br /> wind. &quot;Where the winter moon shines in hardship, the stars beckon&quot;. The<br /> <br /> timbre of her voice deepens as she reaches back with a hand and tugs the<br /> <br /> pelt from her shoulders, shrugging it off and leaving her bare as a babe<br /> <br /> in the boreal recesses of abandonment. Frosted tears like ornaments from<br /> <br /> flushed cheeks slide, caught and held, precious gems upon her skin --<br /> <br /> she is afraid.<br /> <br /> <br /> Frigid, the climate penetrates, exacerbates, and lifting a mirror in<br /> <br /> shaking hands she gazes upon her other self within the fogged glass. Her<br /> <br /> twin smiles and becomes the face of the moon -- pale and unflawed,<br /> <br /> though this imagery is broken as a crimson trickle slides across its<br /> <br /> ice-sheet surface. &quot;A prophesy broken&quot; she murmurs softly, the bloody<br /> <br /> portent noted with drawn brows while she presses a wounded hand to the<br /> <br /> mirror-self and washes her away in a smear of scarlet.<br /> <br /> <br /> Something profound slithers beneath her ivory skin, something pulses to<br /> <br /> a beat not unlike that of a heart. This rhythm refuses to synchronize<br /> <br /> with hers, instead coaxing her heart's thrum to play counterpart in an<br /> <br /> enthusiastic recital. Unable to do else, she takes up the drum and sets<br /> <br /> a beat with her palm, the soothing balm of a mystic's hymn uniting these<br /> <br /> two pulses of life in one purpose -- A symphony of spirituality.<br /> <br /> [[File:Hedaryax.jpg|right]]</div>

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DAMSEL https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Hedarya&diff=482840 2018-01-01T00:32:54Z

<p>DAMSEL: /* Seeress, Wordsmith, Star-eyed Wanderer */</p> <hr /> <div>{{PC<br /> |name=Hedarya<br /> |status=a<br /> |race=Kaldar<br /> |gender=Female<br /> |instance=Prime<br /> |guild=Moon Mage<br /> }}<br /> <br /> <br /> == Seeress, Wordsmith, Star-eyed Wanderer ==<br /> <br /> ''Fate's Skein Hedarya Dunul-Adenin, a Kaldar.<br /> :You have a wraithheart-set headdress trailing skeins of glacial bloodlace framing the contours of a heart-shaped face, smolderingly intense stormy grey eyes, a slim animite septum ring threaded through an amaranth riftstone piercing the septum of an upturned nose and dimples pierced by a perfectly matched pair of whirl-cut rainbow sapphires. Your cinereous hair is very long and fine, and is worn in an elegant upswept arrangement threaded with some twilight-hued glass charms swaying from darkened silver filigree chains. You have pale skin and a scattering of silvery blue-sheened moonlight gardenias arrayed to elegantly emphasize a slender figure.<br /> :You are short for a Kaldar.<br /> :A square-cut glacier emerald is positioned between your eyes, glowing with a lustrous sheen against your skin.<br /> :You are an adult.<br /> :Your shoulder has a tattoo of a childish Kaldar dancing amid a field of zombies.<br /> <br /> <br /> :You are wearing a dark moonspun silk eyepatch embroidered with a golden eye, a small platinum hoop earring with a dangling diamond-capped moon pearl, some lusterless blackwater jet teardrop earrings, a deep black nightsilk cloak embroidered with a silver dagger, an arresting off-the-shoulder robe of glacial bloodlace, some silver-chased elbow spikes, a lumium target shield with a trimmed face, a lacquered ironwood parry stick with dark steelsilk straps, an ornate gloomwood ring, a grey cambrinth ring, a simple cambrinth anklet and some silvery velvet boots with shimmering moonstone clasps.''<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> [[File:hedarya1.jpg|center|400px]]<br /> <br /> == Personal Alterations ==<br /> :'''Original:''' [[Item:Winged orichalcum headdress set with a large merlot ruby]] '''from''' [[Tildi's Blooms (3)]]<br /> :'''Alteration: '''''a wraithheart-set headdress trailing skeins of glacial bloodlace'' '''Done by:''' [[Keishalae]] '''At:''' [[Hollow Eve Festival 425]]<br /> :Spindly icesteel branches rise like oddly curled antlers from a slim circle of polished bone, their boughs strung with crystal slivers that clink together in a glassy cacophony at each turn. Silky skeins of argent bloodlace descend in graduated tiers down the back, fashioning a scintillating net that traces the spine in a glacial deluge of silvery fabric and ovals of lusterless blackwater jet. A solitary wraithheart is suspended from a chain at the front, designed to rest just above the wearer's brow.<br /> <br /> :'''Original:''' [[Item:Starlight velvet robe with a delicate night diamond clasp]] '''from''' [[Obscure Memories (5)]]<br /> :'''Alteration: '''''an arresting off-the-shoulder robe of glacial bloodlace'' '''Done by:''' [[Urdesas]] '''At:''' [[Hollow Eve Festival 425]]<br /> :Unconventional in design, this robe is made to cling to the wearer much like a gown would. A portrait neckline sweeps from shoulder-to-shoulder, crafted to expose the collarbones and a tasteful crescent of each shoulder when worn. Icesteel chains encircle a cinched waist, their many tiers boasting small slivers of wraithheart down the glacial hued fabric beneath. Flaring at the hips, the bloodlace skirt is designed to drop heavily to the floor in a wide sweeping bell.<br /> <br /> ----<br /> == Purchased Alterations ==<br /> :'''a corseted gown of frost opal icesilk back-laced with white faesilk ribbons'''<br /> :Reinforced by icesteel boning and back-laced with long faesilk ribbons, the ornate corset features panels of both smooth winterweave and spun glitter. The skirt is designed to drape gracefully to the floor, forming fragile snow-white pools of radiant silk upon the ground when worn. A flurry of tiny crystal snowflakes are carefully stitched along the neckline and hem of the gown to form a phrase.<br /> :There appears to be something written on it.<br /> :An icesilk gown reads:<br /> :&quot;Ice Princess&quot;<br /> <br /> :'''a dainty ice-veined leather loincloth trimmed with antique-white lace and opals'''<br /> :The cool white leather carries hints of glacial blue within its deep folds as it circles the hips. Flawless bright white opals peek flirtatiously from their settings nestled within the ruffles of frail crystal-flecked lace along the hem.<br /> :The barest hint of a blue-white shimmer appears across the surface of the leather.<br /> <br /> :'''a smoke ruby dusted wyvern earcuff set with molten-core diamond eyes''' x2<br /> :The wyvern's tail is designed to pierce the ear's lobe while the rest wraps behind the wearer's upper ear, allowing the head to hover roughly where the ear canal is. Its scales and curled wings are tinged with a dark red coloration that is nearly imperceptible against the deep black body. The eye sockets are filled by twin diamonds, revealing small pools of molten lava within, giving the beast an almost sentient and distinctly malevolent appearance.<br /> <br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> ''&quot;Come with me, my darling, let us dance among the stars...&quot;''<br /> The methodic, metronomic clink of the teaspoon against a porcelain cup was her opus. Sugar, just a bit, cream, a dab of honey, cinnamon. Like everything, her tea had to be just so, but the wait was worth it. That first soothing sip that bloomed across her taste buds was a ritual performed every single morning. Without it, she may as well stride into town naked. Eventually she finished and glanced downward, tipping her cup so that the granulated liquid clinging to its bone belly shifted this way and that. Sticky, sickly sweet, the remnants would be far too overpowering for her refined palate, though they had their uses still.<br /> <br /> Her brand of augury may not be the popular practice, but it had served her well over the years. A flick of her finger and the ring upon her second digit separates, top from bottom, to reveal a thin shard of opaque glass. She lances the pad of her index finger, no wince of pain marring her smooth countenance as she then inserts the bleeding flesh into the sludge at the bottom of her cup and begins to stir. There is power in a number: once, twice, three times, she stirs, the wound already itching and tingling where spice and other residuum intrude. A low hum rises in her throat as she withdraws her hand, holding the wet finger aloft while grasping the cup firmly and tipping it over onto the matching saucer waiting below.<br /> <br /> Twisting the bottom of the cup in sharp, concise rotations, she counts slowly backward, storm-cloud grey eyes traveling along with its counter-clockwise path. When the elegantly curved handle arrives parallel to her once more, she stops, then closes her eyes and lifts the vessel, setting it aside. A strange mural unravels before her - unassuming and no more than a mess upon fine dishes to the untrained eye, but she sees far deeper. Scanning from left to right, up and down, she releases a quiet, introspective, &quot;Hmmm...&quot;, then carefully wipes a still bleeding finger on the cloth napkin in her lap. &quot;Well&quot; she muses, a slight smile catching the corner of her mouth. &quot;I suppose I had best get dressed.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> It drifted over her face in fine powder, clinging to pale hair, lashes<br /> <br /> and skin before melting into the warmth found there. Bleak, shining, the<br /> <br /> sun made dazzling diamonds of the snowfield around her, a sparkle born<br /> <br /> here like an upturned sky in which the earth is reduced to foggy<br /> <br /> atmosphere above the blinding radiance of a white-starred veil drawn<br /> <br /> over a Lady's chilled countenance. Frigid air slid into her lungs, a<br /> <br /> deep breath was taken; stillness breaks as from poppy-induced trancing<br /> <br /> she finds herself alone.<br /> <br /> <br /> Rather than seek respite in the fur mantle she wears, her cold fingers<br /> <br /> brush errant patterns in the snow, a soft flurry of words released in<br /> <br /> plumes of crystallised moisture to stain the brittle air biting her sore<br /> <br /> lips like glacial suitors intent on stealing kisses. &quot;You are cold, and<br /> <br /> You are beautiful&quot;, she sings, though her voice is lost in a gust of<br /> <br /> wind. &quot;Where the winter moon shines in hardship, the stars beckon&quot;. The<br /> <br /> timbre of her voice deepens as she reaches back with a hand and tugs the<br /> <br /> pelt from her shoulders, shrugging it off and leaving her bare as a babe<br /> <br /> in the boreal recesses of abandonment. Frosted tears like ornaments from<br /> <br /> flushed cheeks slide, caught and held, precious gems upon her skin --<br /> <br /> she is afraid.<br /> <br /> <br /> Frigid, the climate penetrates, exacerbates, and lifting a mirror in<br /> <br /> shaking hands she gazes upon her other self within the fogged glass. Her<br /> <br /> twin smiles and becomes the face of the moon -- pale and unflawed,<br /> <br /> though this imagery is broken as a crimson trickle slides across its<br /> <br /> ice-sheet surface. &quot;A prophesy broken&quot; she murmurs softly, the bloody<br /> <br /> portent noted with drawn brows while she presses a wounded hand to the<br /> <br /> mirror-self and washes her away in a smear of scarlet.<br /> <br /> <br /> Something profound slithers beneath her ivory skin, something pulses to<br /> <br /> a beat not unlike that of a heart. This rhythm refuses to synchronize<br /> <br /> with hers, instead coaxing her heart's thrum to play counterpart in an<br /> <br /> enthusiastic recital. Unable to do else, she takes up the drum and sets<br /> <br /> a beat with her palm, the soothing balm of a mystic's hymn uniting these<br /> <br /> two pulses of life in one purpose -- A symphony of spirituality.</div>

DAMSEL https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Hedarya&diff=482498 2017-12-25T04:46:22Z

<p>DAMSEL: /* Seeress, Wordsmith, Star-eyed Wanderer */</p> <hr /> <div>{{PC<br /> |name=Hedarya<br /> |status=a<br /> |race=Kaldar<br /> |gender=Female<br /> |instance=Prime<br /> |guild=Moon Mage<br /> }}<br /> <br /> <br /> == Seeress, Wordsmith, Star-eyed Wanderer ==<br /> <br /> ''Fate's Skein Hedarya, a Kaldar.<br /> :You have a wraithheart-set headdress trailing skeins of glacial bloodlace framing the contours of a heart-shaped face, smolderingly intense stormy grey eyes, a slim animite septum ring threaded through an amaranth riftstone piercing the septum of an upturned nose and dimples pierced by a perfectly matched pair of whirl-cut rainbow sapphires. Your cinereous hair is very long and fine, and is worn in an elegant upswept arrangement threaded with some twilight-hued glass charms swaying from darkened silver filigree chains. You have pale skin and a scattering of silvery blue-sheened moonlight gardenias arrayed to elegantly emphasize a slender figure.<br /> :You are short for a Kaldar.<br /> :A square-cut glacier emerald is positioned between your eyes, glowing with a lustrous sheen against your skin.<br /> :You are an adult.<br /> :Your shoulder has a tattoo of a childish Kaldar dancing amid a field of zombies.<br /> <br /> <br /> :You are wearing a dark moonspun silk eyepatch embroidered with a golden eye, a small platinum hoop earring with a dangling diamond-capped moon pearl, some lusterless blackwater jet teardrop earrings, a deep black nightsilk cloak embroidered with a silver dagger, an arresting off-the-shoulder robe of glacial bloodlace, some silver-chased elbow spikes, a lumium target shield with a trimmed face, a lacquered ironwood parry stick with dark steelsilk straps, an ornate gloomwood ring, a grey cambrinth ring, a simple cambrinth anklet and some silvery velvet boots with shimmering moonstone clasps.''<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> [[File:hedarya1.jpg|center|400px]]<br /> <br /> == Personal Alterations ==<br /> :'''Original:''' [[Item:Winged orichalcum headdress set with a large merlot ruby]] '''from''' [[Tildi's Blooms (3)]]<br /> :'''Alteration: '''''a wraithheart-set headdress trailing skeins of glacial bloodlace'' '''Done by:''' [[Keishalae]] '''At:''' [[Hollow Eve Festival 425]]<br /> :Spindly icesteel branches rise like oddly curled antlers from a slim circle of polished bone, their boughs strung with crystal slivers that clink together in a glassy cacophony at each turn. Silky skeins of argent bloodlace descend in graduated tiers down the back, fashioning a scintillating net that traces the spine in a glacial deluge of silvery fabric and ovals of lusterless blackwater jet. A solitary wraithheart is suspended from a chain at the front, designed to rest just above the wearer's brow.<br /> <br /> :'''Original:''' [[Item:Starlight velvet robe with a delicate night diamond clasp]] '''from''' [[Obscure Memories (5)]]<br /> :'''Alteration: '''''an arresting off-the-shoulder robe of glacial bloodlace'' '''Done by:''' [[Urdesas]] '''At:''' [[Hollow Eve Festival 425]]<br /> :Unconventional in design, this robe is made to cling to the wearer much like a gown would. A portrait neckline sweeps from shoulder-to-shoulder, crafted to expose the collarbones and a tasteful crescent of each shoulder when worn. Icesteel chains encircle a cinched waist, their many tiers boasting small slivers of wraithheart down the glacial hued fabric beneath. Flaring at the hips, the bloodlace skirt is designed to drop heavily to the floor in a wide sweeping bell.<br /> <br /> ----<br /> == Purchased Alterations ==<br /> :'''a corseted gown of frost opal icesilk back-laced with white faesilk ribbons'''<br /> :Reinforced by icesteel boning and back-laced with long faesilk ribbons, the ornate corset features panels of both smooth winterweave and spun glitter. The skirt is designed to drape gracefully to the floor, forming fragile snow-white pools of radiant silk upon the ground when worn. A flurry of tiny crystal snowflakes are carefully stitched along the neckline and hem of the gown to form a phrase.<br /> :There appears to be something written on it.<br /> :An icesilk gown reads:<br /> :&quot;Ice Princess&quot;<br /> <br /> :'''a dainty ice-veined leather loincloth trimmed with antique-white lace and opals'''<br /> :The cool white leather carries hints of glacial blue within its deep folds as it circles the hips. Flawless bright white opals peek flirtatiously from their settings nestled within the ruffles of frail crystal-flecked lace along the hem.<br /> :The barest hint of a blue-white shimmer appears across the surface of the leather.<br /> <br /> :'''a smoke ruby dusted wyvern earcuff set with molten-core diamond eyes''' x2<br /> :The wyvern's tail is designed to pierce the ear's lobe while the rest wraps behind the wearer's upper ear, allowing the head to hover roughly where the ear canal is. Its scales and curled wings are tinged with a dark red coloration that is nearly imperceptible against the deep black body. The eye sockets are filled by twin diamonds, revealing small pools of molten lava within, giving the beast an almost sentient and distinctly malevolent appearance.<br /> <br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> ''&quot;Come with me, my darling, let us dance among the stars...&quot;''<br /> The methodic, metronomic clink of the teaspoon against a porcelain cup was her opus. Sugar, just a bit, cream, a dab of honey, cinnamon. Like everything, her tea had to be just so, but the wait was worth it. That first soothing sip that bloomed across her taste buds was a ritual performed every single morning. Without it, she may as well stride into town naked. Eventually she finished and glanced downward, tipping her cup so that the granulated liquid clinging to its bone belly shifted this way and that. Sticky, sickly sweet, the remnants would be far too overpowering for her refined palate, though they had their uses still.<br /> <br /> Her brand of augury may not be the popular practice, but it had served her well over the years. A flick of her finger and the ring upon her second digit separates, top from bottom, to reveal a thin shard of opaque glass. She lances the pad of her index finger, no wince of pain marring her smooth countenance as she then inserts the bleeding flesh into the sludge at the bottom of her cup and begins to stir. There is power in a number: once, twice, three times, she stirs, the wound already itching and tingling where spice and other residuum intrude. A low hum rises in her throat as she withdraws her hand, holding the wet finger aloft while grasping the cup firmly and tipping it over onto the matching saucer waiting below.<br /> <br /> Twisting the bottom of the cup in sharp, concise rotations, she counts slowly backward, storm-cloud grey eyes traveling along with its counter-clockwise path. When the elegantly curved handle arrives parallel to her once more, she stops, then closes her eyes and lifts the vessel, setting it aside. A strange mural unravels before her - unassuming and no more than a mess upon fine dishes to the untrained eye, but she sees far deeper. Scanning from left to right, up and down, she releases a quiet, introspective, &quot;Hmmm...&quot;, then carefully wipes a still bleeding finger on the cloth napkin in her lap. &quot;Well&quot; she muses, a slight smile catching the corner of her mouth. &quot;I suppose I had best get dressed.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> It drifted over her face in fine powder, clinging to pale hair, lashes<br /> <br /> and skin before melting into the warmth found there. Bleak, shining, the<br /> <br /> sun made dazzling diamonds of the snowfield around her, a sparkle born<br /> <br /> here like an upturned sky in which the earth is reduced to foggy<br /> <br /> atmosphere above the blinding radiance of a white-starred veil drawn<br /> <br /> over a Lady's chilled countenance. Frigid air slid into her lungs, a<br /> <br /> deep breath was taken; stillness breaks as from poppy-induced trancing<br /> <br /> she finds herself alone.<br /> <br /> <br /> Rather than seek respite in the fur mantle she wears, her cold fingers<br /> <br /> brush errant patterns in the snow, a soft flurry of words released in<br /> <br /> plumes of crystallised moisture to stain the brittle air biting her sore<br /> <br /> lips like glacial suitors intent on stealing kisses. &quot;You are cold, and<br /> <br /> You are beautiful&quot;, she sings, though her voice is lost in a gust of<br /> <br /> wind. &quot;Where the winter moon shines in hardship, the stars beckon&quot;. The<br /> <br /> timbre of her voice deepens as she reaches back with a hand and tugs the<br /> <br /> pelt from her shoulders, shrugging it off and leaving her bare as a babe<br /> <br /> in the boreal recesses of abandonment. Frosted tears like ornaments from<br /> <br /> flushed cheeks slide, caught and held, precious gems upon her skin --<br /> <br /> she is afraid.<br /> <br /> <br /> Frigid, the climate penetrates, exacerbates, and lifting a mirror in<br /> <br /> shaking hands she gazes upon her other self within the fogged glass. Her<br /> <br /> twin smiles and becomes the face of the moon -- pale and unflawed,<br /> <br /> though this imagery is broken as a crimson trickle slides across its<br /> <br /> ice-sheet surface. &quot;A prophesy broken&quot; she murmurs softly, the bloody<br /> <br /> portent noted with drawn brows while she presses a wounded hand to the<br /> <br /> mirror-self and washes her away in a smear of scarlet.<br /> <br /> <br /> Something profound slithers beneath her ivory skin, something pulses to<br /> <br /> a beat not unlike that of a heart. This rhythm refuses to synchronize<br /> <br /> with hers, instead coaxing her heart's thrum to play counterpart in an<br /> <br /> enthusiastic recital. Unable to do else, she takes up the drum and sets<br /> <br /> a beat with her palm, the soothing balm of a mystic's hymn uniting these<br /> <br /> two pulses of life in one purpose -- A symphony of spirituality.</div>

DAMSEL https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Hedarya&diff=482497 2017-12-25T04:23:52Z

<p>DAMSEL: /* Purchased Alterations */</p> <hr /> <div>{{PC<br /> |name=Hedarya<br /> |status=a<br /> |race=Kaldar<br /> |gender=Female<br /> |instance=Prime<br /> |guild=Moon Mage<br /> }}<br /> <br /> <br /> == Seeress, Wordsmith, Star-eyed Wanderer ==<br /> <br /> ''Fate's Skein Hedarya, a Kaldar.<br /> :You have a wraithheart-set headdress trailing skeins of glacial bloodlace framing the contours of a heart-shaped face, smolderingly intense stormy grey eyes, a slim animite septum ring threaded through an amaranth riftstone piercing the septum of an upturned nose and dimples pierced by a perfectly matched pair of whirl-cut rainbow sapphires. Your cinereous hair is very long and fine, and is worn in an artfully tousled style threaded with a pair of crossed tomiek daggers. You have pale skin and a scattering of silvery blue-sheened moonlight gardenias arrayed to elegantly emphasize a slender figure.<br /> :You are short for a Kaldar.<br /> :A square-cut glacier emerald is positioned between your eyes, glowing with a lustrous sheen against your skin.<br /> :You are an adult.<br /> :Your shoulder has a tattoo of a childish Kaldar dancing amid a field of zombies.<br /> <br /> <br /> :You are wearing a dark moonspun silk eyepatch embroidered with a golden eye, a small platinum hoop earring with a dangling diamond-capped moon pearl, some lusterless blackwater jet teardrop earrings, a deep black nightsilk cloak embroidered with a silver dagger, an arresting off-the-shoulder robe of glacial bloodlace, some silver-chased elbow spikes, a lumium target shield with a trimmed face, a lacquered ironwood parry stick with dark steelsilk straps, an ornate gloomwood ring, a grey cambrinth ring, a simple cambrinth anklet and some silvery velvet boots with shimmering moonstone clasps.''<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> [[File:hedarya1.jpg|center|400px]]<br /> <br /> == Personal Alterations ==<br /> :'''Original:''' [[Item:Winged orichalcum headdress set with a large merlot ruby]] '''from''' [[Tildi's Blooms (3)]]<br /> :'''Alteration: '''''a wraithheart-set headdress trailing skeins of glacial bloodlace'' '''Done by:''' [[Keishalae]] '''At:''' [[Hollow Eve Festival 425]]<br /> :Spindly icesteel branches rise like oddly curled antlers from a slim circle of polished bone, their boughs strung with crystal slivers that clink together in a glassy cacophony at each turn. Silky skeins of argent bloodlace descend in graduated tiers down the back, fashioning a scintillating net that traces the spine in a glacial deluge of silvery fabric and ovals of lusterless blackwater jet. A solitary wraithheart is suspended from a chain at the front, designed to rest just above the wearer's brow.<br /> <br /> :'''Original:''' [[Item:Starlight velvet robe with a delicate night diamond clasp]] '''from''' [[Obscure Memories (5)]]<br /> :'''Alteration: '''''an arresting off-the-shoulder robe of glacial bloodlace'' '''Done by:''' [[Urdesas]] '''At:''' [[Hollow Eve Festival 425]]<br /> :Unconventional in design, this robe is made to cling to the wearer much like a gown would. A portrait neckline sweeps from shoulder-to-shoulder, crafted to expose the collarbones and a tasteful crescent of each shoulder when worn. Icesteel chains encircle a cinched waist, their many tiers boasting small slivers of wraithheart down the glacial hued fabric beneath. Flaring at the hips, the bloodlace skirt is designed to drop heavily to the floor in a wide sweeping bell.<br /> <br /> ----<br /> == Purchased Alterations ==<br /> :'''a corseted gown of frost opal icesilk back-laced with white faesilk ribbons'''<br /> :Reinforced by icesteel boning and back-laced with long faesilk ribbons, the ornate corset features panels of both smooth winterweave and spun glitter. The skirt is designed to drape gracefully to the floor, forming fragile snow-white pools of radiant silk upon the ground when worn. A flurry of tiny crystal snowflakes are carefully stitched along the neckline and hem of the gown to form a phrase.<br /> :There appears to be something written on it.<br /> :An icesilk gown reads:<br /> :&quot;Ice Princess&quot;<br /> <br /> :'''a dainty ice-veined leather loincloth trimmed with antique-white lace and opals'''<br /> :The cool white leather carries hints of glacial blue within its deep folds as it circles the hips. Flawless bright white opals peek flirtatiously from their settings nestled within the ruffles of frail crystal-flecked lace along the hem.<br /> :The barest hint of a blue-white shimmer appears across the surface of the leather.<br /> <br /> :'''a smoke ruby dusted wyvern earcuff set with molten-core diamond eyes''' x2<br /> :The wyvern's tail is designed to pierce the ear's lobe while the rest wraps behind the wearer's upper ear, allowing the head to hover roughly where the ear canal is. Its scales and curled wings are tinged with a dark red coloration that is nearly imperceptible against the deep black body. The eye sockets are filled by twin diamonds, revealing small pools of molten lava within, giving the beast an almost sentient and distinctly malevolent appearance.<br /> <br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> ''&quot;Come with me, my darling, let us dance among the stars...&quot;''<br /> The methodic, metronomic clink of the teaspoon against a porcelain cup was her opus. Sugar, just a bit, cream, a dab of honey, cinnamon. Like everything, her tea had to be just so, but the wait was worth it. That first soothing sip that bloomed across her taste buds was a ritual performed every single morning. Without it, she may as well stride into town naked. Eventually she finished and glanced downward, tipping her cup so that the granulated liquid clinging to its bone belly shifted this way and that. Sticky, sickly sweet, the remnants would be far too overpowering for her refined palate, though they had their uses still.<br /> <br /> Her brand of augury may not be the popular practice, but it had served her well over the years. A flick of her finger and the ring upon her second digit separates, top from bottom, to reveal a thin shard of opaque glass. She lances the pad of her index finger, no wince of pain marring her smooth countenance as she then inserts the bleeding flesh into the sludge at the bottom of her cup and begins to stir. There is power in a number: once, twice, three times, she stirs, the wound already itching and tingling where spice and other residuum intrude. A low hum rises in her throat as she withdraws her hand, holding the wet finger aloft while grasping the cup firmly and tipping it over onto the matching saucer waiting below.<br /> <br /> Twisting the bottom of the cup in sharp, concise rotations, she counts slowly backward, storm-cloud grey eyes traveling along with its counter-clockwise path. When the elegantly curved handle arrives parallel to her once more, she stops, then closes her eyes and lifts the vessel, setting it aside. A strange mural unravels before her - unassuming and no more than a mess upon fine dishes to the untrained eye, but she sees far deeper. Scanning from left to right, up and down, she releases a quiet, introspective, &quot;Hmmm...&quot;, then carefully wipes a still bleeding finger on the cloth napkin in her lap. &quot;Well&quot; she muses, a slight smile catching the corner of her mouth. &quot;I suppose I had best get dressed.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> It drifted over her face in fine powder, clinging to pale hair, lashes<br /> <br /> and skin before melting into the warmth found there. Bleak, shining, the<br /> <br /> sun made dazzling diamonds of the snowfield around her, a sparkle born<br /> <br /> here like an upturned sky in which the earth is reduced to foggy<br /> <br /> atmosphere above the blinding radiance of a white-starred veil drawn<br /> <br /> over a Lady's chilled countenance. Frigid air slid into her lungs, a<br /> <br /> deep breath was taken; stillness breaks as from poppy-induced trancing<br /> <br /> she finds herself alone.<br /> <br /> <br /> Rather than seek respite in the fur mantle she wears, her cold fingers<br /> <br /> brush errant patterns in the snow, a soft flurry of words released in<br /> <br /> plumes of crystallised moisture to stain the brittle air biting her sore<br /> <br /> lips like glacial suitors intent on stealing kisses. &quot;You are cold, and<br /> <br /> You are beautiful&quot;, she sings, though her voice is lost in a gust of<br /> <br /> wind. &quot;Where the winter moon shines in hardship, the stars beckon&quot;. The<br /> <br /> timbre of her voice deepens as she reaches back with a hand and tugs the<br /> <br /> pelt from her shoulders, shrugging it off and leaving her bare as a babe<br /> <br /> in the boreal recesses of abandonment. Frosted tears like ornaments from<br /> <br /> flushed cheeks slide, caught and held, precious gems upon her skin --<br /> <br /> she is afraid.<br /> <br /> <br /> Frigid, the climate penetrates, exacerbates, and lifting a mirror in<br /> <br /> shaking hands she gazes upon her other self within the fogged glass. Her<br /> <br /> twin smiles and becomes the face of the moon -- pale and unflawed,<br /> <br /> though this imagery is broken as a crimson trickle slides across its<br /> <br /> ice-sheet surface. &quot;A prophesy broken&quot; she murmurs softly, the bloody<br /> <br /> portent noted with drawn brows while she presses a wounded hand to the<br /> <br /> mirror-self and washes her away in a smear of scarlet.<br /> <br /> <br /> Something profound slithers beneath her ivory skin, something pulses to<br /> <br /> a beat not unlike that of a heart. This rhythm refuses to synchronize<br /> <br /> with hers, instead coaxing her heart's thrum to play counterpart in an<br /> <br /> enthusiastic recital. Unable to do else, she takes up the drum and sets<br /> <br /> a beat with her palm, the soothing balm of a mystic's hymn uniting these<br /> <br /> two pulses of life in one purpose -- A symphony of spirituality.</div>

DAMSEL https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Hedarya&diff=482496 2017-12-25T04:23:03Z

<p>DAMSEL: /* Purchased Alterations */</p> <hr /> <div>{{PC<br /> |name=Hedarya<br /> |status=a<br /> |race=Kaldar<br /> |gender=Female<br /> |instance=Prime<br /> |guild=Moon Mage<br /> }}<br /> <br /> <br /> == Seeress, Wordsmith, Star-eyed Wanderer ==<br /> <br /> ''Fate's Skein Hedarya, a Kaldar.<br /> :You have a wraithheart-set headdress trailing skeins of glacial bloodlace framing the contours of a heart-shaped face, smolderingly intense stormy grey eyes, a slim animite septum ring threaded through an amaranth riftstone piercing the septum of an upturned nose and dimples pierced by a perfectly matched pair of whirl-cut rainbow sapphires. Your cinereous hair is very long and fine, and is worn in an artfully tousled style threaded with a pair of crossed tomiek daggers. You have pale skin and a scattering of silvery blue-sheened moonlight gardenias arrayed to elegantly emphasize a slender figure.<br /> :You are short for a Kaldar.<br /> :A square-cut glacier emerald is positioned between your eyes, glowing with a lustrous sheen against your skin.<br /> :You are an adult.<br /> :Your shoulder has a tattoo of a childish Kaldar dancing amid a field of zombies.<br /> <br /> <br /> :You are wearing a dark moonspun silk eyepatch embroidered with a golden eye, a small platinum hoop earring with a dangling diamond-capped moon pearl, some lusterless blackwater jet teardrop earrings, a deep black nightsilk cloak embroidered with a silver dagger, an arresting off-the-shoulder robe of glacial bloodlace, some silver-chased elbow spikes, a lumium target shield with a trimmed face, a lacquered ironwood parry stick with dark steelsilk straps, an ornate gloomwood ring, a grey cambrinth ring, a simple cambrinth anklet and some silvery velvet boots with shimmering moonstone clasps.''<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> [[File:hedarya1.jpg|center|400px]]<br /> <br /> == Personal Alterations ==<br /> :'''Original:''' [[Item:Winged orichalcum headdress set with a large merlot ruby]] '''from''' [[Tildi's Blooms (3)]]<br /> :'''Alteration: '''''a wraithheart-set headdress trailing skeins of glacial bloodlace'' '''Done by:''' [[Keishalae]] '''At:''' [[Hollow Eve Festival 425]]<br /> :Spindly icesteel branches rise like oddly curled antlers from a slim circle of polished bone, their boughs strung with crystal slivers that clink together in a glassy cacophony at each turn. Silky skeins of argent bloodlace descend in graduated tiers down the back, fashioning a scintillating net that traces the spine in a glacial deluge of silvery fabric and ovals of lusterless blackwater jet. A solitary wraithheart is suspended from a chain at the front, designed to rest just above the wearer's brow.<br /> <br /> :'''Original:''' [[Item:Starlight velvet robe with a delicate night diamond clasp]] '''from''' [[Obscure Memories (5)]]<br /> :'''Alteration: '''''an arresting off-the-shoulder robe of glacial bloodlace'' '''Done by:''' [[Urdesas]] '''At:''' [[Hollow Eve Festival 425]]<br /> :Unconventional in design, this robe is made to cling to the wearer much like a gown would. A portrait neckline sweeps from shoulder-to-shoulder, crafted to expose the collarbones and a tasteful crescent of each shoulder when worn. Icesteel chains encircle a cinched waist, their many tiers boasting small slivers of wraithheart down the glacial hued fabric beneath. Flaring at the hips, the bloodlace skirt is designed to drop heavily to the floor in a wide sweeping bell.<br /> <br /> ----<br /> == Purchased Alterations ==<br /> :'''a corseted gown of frost opal icesilk back-laced with white faesilk ribbons'''<br /> :Reinforced by icesteel boning and back-laced with long faesilk ribbons, the ornate corset features panels of both smooth winterweave and spun glitter. The skirt is designed to drape gracefully to the floor, forming fragile snow-white pools of radiant silk upon the ground when worn. A flurry of tiny crystal snowflakes are carefully stitched along the neckline and hem of the gown to form a phrase.<br /> :There appears to be something written on it.<br /> :An icesilk gown reads:<br /> :&quot;Ice Princess&quot;<br /> <br /> :'''a dainty ice-veined leather loincloth trimmed with antique-white lace and opals'''<br /> :The cool white leather carries hints of glacial blue within its deep folds as it circles the hips. Flawless bright white opals peek flirtatiously from their settings nestled within the ruffles of frail crystal-flecked lace along the hem.<br /> :The barest hint of a blue-white shimmer appears across the surface of the leather.<br /> <br /> :'''a smoke ruby dusted wyvern earcuff set with molten-core diamond eyes'''<br /> :The wyvern's tail is designed to pierce the ear's lobe while the rest wraps behind the wearer's upper ear, allowing the head to hover roughly where the ear canal is. Its scales and curled wings are tinged with a dark red coloration that is nearly imperceptible against the deep black body. The eye sockets are filled by twin diamonds, revealing small pools of molten lava within, giving the beast an almost sentient and distinctly malevolent appearance.<br /> <br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> ''&quot;Come with me, my darling, let us dance among the stars...&quot;''<br /> The methodic, metronomic clink of the teaspoon against a porcelain cup was her opus. Sugar, just a bit, cream, a dab of honey, cinnamon. Like everything, her tea had to be just so, but the wait was worth it. That first soothing sip that bloomed across her taste buds was a ritual performed every single morning. Without it, she may as well stride into town naked. Eventually she finished and glanced downward, tipping her cup so that the granulated liquid clinging to its bone belly shifted this way and that. Sticky, sickly sweet, the remnants would be far too overpowering for her refined palate, though they had their uses still.<br /> <br /> Her brand of augury may not be the popular practice, but it had served her well over the years. A flick of her finger and the ring upon her second digit separates, top from bottom, to reveal a thin shard of opaque glass. She lances the pad of her index finger, no wince of pain marring her smooth countenance as she then inserts the bleeding flesh into the sludge at the bottom of her cup and begins to stir. There is power in a number: once, twice, three times, she stirs, the wound already itching and tingling where spice and other residuum intrude. A low hum rises in her throat as she withdraws her hand, holding the wet finger aloft while grasping the cup firmly and tipping it over onto the matching saucer waiting below.<br /> <br /> Twisting the bottom of the cup in sharp, concise rotations, she counts slowly backward, storm-cloud grey eyes traveling along with its counter-clockwise path. When the elegantly curved handle arrives parallel to her once more, she stops, then closes her eyes and lifts the vessel, setting it aside. A strange mural unravels before her - unassuming and no more than a mess upon fine dishes to the untrained eye, but she sees far deeper. Scanning from left to right, up and down, she releases a quiet, introspective, &quot;Hmmm...&quot;, then carefully wipes a still bleeding finger on the cloth napkin in her lap. &quot;Well&quot; she muses, a slight smile catching the corner of her mouth. &quot;I suppose I had best get dressed.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> It drifted over her face in fine powder, clinging to pale hair, lashes<br /> <br /> and skin before melting into the warmth found there. Bleak, shining, the<br /> <br /> sun made dazzling diamonds of the snowfield around her, a sparkle born<br /> <br /> here like an upturned sky in which the earth is reduced to foggy<br /> <br /> atmosphere above the blinding radiance of a white-starred veil drawn<br /> <br /> over a Lady's chilled countenance. Frigid air slid into her lungs, a<br /> <br /> deep breath was taken; stillness breaks as from poppy-induced trancing<br /> <br /> she finds herself alone.<br /> <br /> <br /> Rather than seek respite in the fur mantle she wears, her cold fingers<br /> <br /> brush errant patterns in the snow, a soft flurry of words released in<br /> <br /> plumes of crystallised moisture to stain the brittle air biting her sore<br /> <br /> lips like glacial suitors intent on stealing kisses. &quot;You are cold, and<br /> <br /> You are beautiful&quot;, she sings, though her voice is lost in a gust of<br /> <br /> wind. &quot;Where the winter moon shines in hardship, the stars beckon&quot;. The<br /> <br /> timbre of her voice deepens as she reaches back with a hand and tugs the<br /> <br /> pelt from her shoulders, shrugging it off and leaving her bare as a babe<br /> <br /> in the boreal recesses of abandonment. Frosted tears like ornaments from<br /> <br /> flushed cheeks slide, caught and held, precious gems upon her skin --<br /> <br /> she is afraid.<br /> <br /> <br /> Frigid, the climate penetrates, exacerbates, and lifting a mirror in<br /> <br /> shaking hands she gazes upon her other self within the fogged glass. Her<br /> <br /> twin smiles and becomes the face of the moon -- pale and unflawed,<br /> <br /> though this imagery is broken as a crimson trickle slides across its<br /> <br /> ice-sheet surface. &quot;A prophesy broken&quot; she murmurs softly, the bloody<br /> <br /> portent noted with drawn brows while she presses a wounded hand to the<br /> <br /> mirror-self and washes her away in a smear of scarlet.<br /> <br /> <br /> Something profound slithers beneath her ivory skin, something pulses to<br /> <br /> a beat not unlike that of a heart. This rhythm refuses to synchronize<br /> <br /> with hers, instead coaxing her heart's thrum to play counterpart in an<br /> <br /> enthusiastic recital. Unable to do else, she takes up the drum and sets<br /> <br /> a beat with her palm, the soothing balm of a mystic's hymn uniting these<br /> <br /> two pulses of life in one purpose -- A symphony of spirituality.</div>

DAMSEL https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Hedarya&diff=482495 2017-12-25T04:19:07Z

<p>DAMSEL: /* Purchased Alterations */</p> <hr /> <div>{{PC<br /> |name=Hedarya<br /> |status=a<br /> |race=Kaldar<br /> |gender=Female<br /> |instance=Prime<br /> |guild=Moon Mage<br /> }}<br /> <br /> <br /> == Seeress, Wordsmith, Star-eyed Wanderer ==<br /> <br /> ''Fate's Skein Hedarya, a Kaldar.<br /> :You have a wraithheart-set headdress trailing skeins of glacial bloodlace framing the contours of a heart-shaped face, smolderingly intense stormy grey eyes, a slim animite septum ring threaded through an amaranth riftstone piercing the septum of an upturned nose and dimples pierced by a perfectly matched pair of whirl-cut rainbow sapphires. Your cinereous hair is very long and fine, and is worn in an artfully tousled style threaded with a pair of crossed tomiek daggers. You have pale skin and a scattering of silvery blue-sheened moonlight gardenias arrayed to elegantly emphasize a slender figure.<br /> :You are short for a Kaldar.<br /> :A square-cut glacier emerald is positioned between your eyes, glowing with a lustrous sheen against your skin.<br /> :You are an adult.<br /> :Your shoulder has a tattoo of a childish Kaldar dancing amid a field of zombies.<br /> <br /> <br /> :You are wearing a dark moonspun silk eyepatch embroidered with a golden eye, a small platinum hoop earring with a dangling diamond-capped moon pearl, some lusterless blackwater jet teardrop earrings, a deep black nightsilk cloak embroidered with a silver dagger, an arresting off-the-shoulder robe of glacial bloodlace, some silver-chased elbow spikes, a lumium target shield with a trimmed face, a lacquered ironwood parry stick with dark steelsilk straps, an ornate gloomwood ring, a grey cambrinth ring, a simple cambrinth anklet and some silvery velvet boots with shimmering moonstone clasps.''<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> [[File:hedarya1.jpg|center|400px]]<br /> <br /> == Personal Alterations ==<br /> :'''Original:''' [[Item:Winged orichalcum headdress set with a large merlot ruby]] '''from''' [[Tildi's Blooms (3)]]<br /> :'''Alteration: '''''a wraithheart-set headdress trailing skeins of glacial bloodlace'' '''Done by:''' [[Keishalae]] '''At:''' [[Hollow Eve Festival 425]]<br /> :Spindly icesteel branches rise like oddly curled antlers from a slim circle of polished bone, their boughs strung with crystal slivers that clink together in a glassy cacophony at each turn. Silky skeins of argent bloodlace descend in graduated tiers down the back, fashioning a scintillating net that traces the spine in a glacial deluge of silvery fabric and ovals of lusterless blackwater jet. A solitary wraithheart is suspended from a chain at the front, designed to rest just above the wearer's brow.<br /> <br /> :'''Original:''' [[Item:Starlight velvet robe with a delicate night diamond clasp]] '''from''' [[Obscure Memories (5)]]<br /> :'''Alteration: '''''an arresting off-the-shoulder robe of glacial bloodlace'' '''Done by:''' [[Urdesas]] '''At:''' [[Hollow Eve Festival 425]]<br /> :Unconventional in design, this robe is made to cling to the wearer much like a gown would. A portrait neckline sweeps from shoulder-to-shoulder, crafted to expose the collarbones and a tasteful crescent of each shoulder when worn. Icesteel chains encircle a cinched waist, their many tiers boasting small slivers of wraithheart down the glacial hued fabric beneath. Flaring at the hips, the bloodlace skirt is designed to drop heavily to the floor in a wide sweeping bell.<br /> <br /> ----<br /> == Purchased Alterations ==<br /> :'''a corseted gown of frost opal icesilk back-laced with white faesilk ribbons'''<br /> :Reinforced by icesteel boning and back-laced with long faesilk ribbons, the ornate corset features panels of both smooth winterweave and spun glitter. The skirt is designed to drape gracefully to the floor, forming fragile snow-white pools of radiant silk upon the ground when worn. A flurry of tiny crystal snowflakes are carefully stitched along the neckline and hem of the gown to form a phrase.<br /> :There appears to be something written on it.<br /> :An icesilk gown reads:<br /> :&quot;Ice Princess&quot;<br /> <br /> :'''a dainty ice-veined leather loincloth trimmed with antique-white lace and opals'''<br /> :The cool white leather carries hints of glacial blue within its deep folds as it circles the hips. Flawless bright white opals peek flirtatiously from their settings nestled within the ruffles of frail crystal-flecked lace along the hem.<br /> :The barest hint of a blue-white shimmer appears across the surface of the leather.<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> ''&quot;Come with me, my darling, let us dance among the stars...&quot;''<br /> The methodic, metronomic clink of the teaspoon against a porcelain cup was her opus. Sugar, just a bit, cream, a dab of honey, cinnamon. Like everything, her tea had to be just so, but the wait was worth it. That first soothing sip that bloomed across her taste buds was a ritual performed every single morning. Without it, she may as well stride into town naked. Eventually she finished and glanced downward, tipping her cup so that the granulated liquid clinging to its bone belly shifted this way and that. Sticky, sickly sweet, the remnants would be far too overpowering for her refined palate, though they had their uses still.<br /> <br /> Her brand of augury may not be the popular practice, but it had served her well over the years. A flick of her finger and the ring upon her second digit separates, top from bottom, to reveal a thin shard of opaque glass. She lances the pad of her index finger, no wince of pain marring her smooth countenance as she then inserts the bleeding flesh into the sludge at the bottom of her cup and begins to stir. There is power in a number: once, twice, three times, she stirs, the wound already itching and tingling where spice and other residuum intrude. A low hum rises in her throat as she withdraws her hand, holding the wet finger aloft while grasping the cup firmly and tipping it over onto the matching saucer waiting below.<br /> <br /> Twisting the bottom of the cup in sharp, concise rotations, she counts slowly backward, storm-cloud grey eyes traveling along with its counter-clockwise path. When the elegantly curved handle arrives parallel to her once more, she stops, then closes her eyes and lifts the vessel, setting it aside. A strange mural unravels before her - unassuming and no more than a mess upon fine dishes to the untrained eye, but she sees far deeper. Scanning from left to right, up and down, she releases a quiet, introspective, &quot;Hmmm...&quot;, then carefully wipes a still bleeding finger on the cloth napkin in her lap. &quot;Well&quot; she muses, a slight smile catching the corner of her mouth. &quot;I suppose I had best get dressed.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> It drifted over her face in fine powder, clinging to pale hair, lashes<br /> <br /> and skin before melting into the warmth found there. Bleak, shining, the<br /> <br /> sun made dazzling diamonds of the snowfield around her, a sparkle born<br /> <br /> here like an upturned sky in which the earth is reduced to foggy<br /> <br /> atmosphere above the blinding radiance of a white-starred veil drawn<br /> <br /> over a Lady's chilled countenance. Frigid air slid into her lungs, a<br /> <br /> deep breath was taken; stillness breaks as from poppy-induced trancing<br /> <br /> she finds herself alone.<br /> <br /> <br /> Rather than seek respite in the fur mantle she wears, her cold fingers<br /> <br /> brush errant patterns in the snow, a soft flurry of words released in<br /> <br /> plumes of crystallised moisture to stain the brittle air biting her sore<br /> <br /> lips like glacial suitors intent on stealing kisses. &quot;You are cold, and<br /> <br /> You are beautiful&quot;, she sings, though her voice is lost in a gust of<br /> <br /> wind. &quot;Where the winter moon shines in hardship, the stars beckon&quot;. The<br /> <br /> timbre of her voice deepens as she reaches back with a hand and tugs the<br /> <br /> pelt from her shoulders, shrugging it off and leaving her bare as a babe<br /> <br /> in the boreal recesses of abandonment. Frosted tears like ornaments from<br /> <br /> flushed cheeks slide, caught and held, precious gems upon her skin --<br /> <br /> she is afraid.<br /> <br /> <br /> Frigid, the climate penetrates, exacerbates, and lifting a mirror in<br /> <br /> shaking hands she gazes upon her other self within the fogged glass. Her<br /> <br /> twin smiles and becomes the face of the moon -- pale and unflawed,<br /> <br /> though this imagery is broken as a crimson trickle slides across its<br /> <br /> ice-sheet surface. &quot;A prophesy broken&quot; she murmurs softly, the bloody<br /> <br /> portent noted with drawn brows while she presses a wounded hand to the<br /> <br /> mirror-self and washes her away in a smear of scarlet.<br /> <br /> <br /> Something profound slithers beneath her ivory skin, something pulses to<br /> <br /> a beat not unlike that of a heart. This rhythm refuses to synchronize<br /> <br /> with hers, instead coaxing her heart's thrum to play counterpart in an<br /> <br /> enthusiastic recital. Unable to do else, she takes up the drum and sets<br /> <br /> a beat with her palm, the soothing balm of a mystic's hymn uniting these<br /> <br /> two pulses of life in one purpose -- A symphony of spirituality.</div>

DAMSEL https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Hedarya&diff=482494 2017-12-25T04:15:58Z

<p>DAMSEL: /* Purchased Alterations */</p> <hr /> <div>{{PC<br /> |name=Hedarya<br /> |status=a<br /> |race=Kaldar<br /> |gender=Female<br /> |instance=Prime<br /> |guild=Moon Mage<br /> }}<br /> <br /> <br /> == Seeress, Wordsmith, Star-eyed Wanderer ==<br /> <br /> ''Fate's Skein Hedarya, a Kaldar.<br /> :You have a wraithheart-set headdress trailing skeins of glacial bloodlace framing the contours of a heart-shaped face, smolderingly intense stormy grey eyes, a slim animite septum ring threaded through an amaranth riftstone piercing the septum of an upturned nose and dimples pierced by a perfectly matched pair of whirl-cut rainbow sapphires. Your cinereous hair is very long and fine, and is worn in an artfully tousled style threaded with a pair of crossed tomiek daggers. You have pale skin and a scattering of silvery blue-sheened moonlight gardenias arrayed to elegantly emphasize a slender figure.<br /> :You are short for a Kaldar.<br /> :A square-cut glacier emerald is positioned between your eyes, glowing with a lustrous sheen against your skin.<br /> :You are an adult.<br /> :Your shoulder has a tattoo of a childish Kaldar dancing amid a field of zombies.<br /> <br /> <br /> :You are wearing a dark moonspun silk eyepatch embroidered with a golden eye, a small platinum hoop earring with a dangling diamond-capped moon pearl, some lusterless blackwater jet teardrop earrings, a deep black nightsilk cloak embroidered with a silver dagger, an arresting off-the-shoulder robe of glacial bloodlace, some silver-chased elbow spikes, a lumium target shield with a trimmed face, a lacquered ironwood parry stick with dark steelsilk straps, an ornate gloomwood ring, a grey cambrinth ring, a simple cambrinth anklet and some silvery velvet boots with shimmering moonstone clasps.''<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> [[File:hedarya1.jpg|center|400px]]<br /> <br /> == Personal Alterations ==<br /> :'''Original:''' [[Item:Winged orichalcum headdress set with a large merlot ruby]] '''from''' [[Tildi's Blooms (3)]]<br /> :'''Alteration: '''''a wraithheart-set headdress trailing skeins of glacial bloodlace'' '''Done by:''' [[Keishalae]] '''At:''' [[Hollow Eve Festival 425]]<br /> :Spindly icesteel branches rise like oddly curled antlers from a slim circle of polished bone, their boughs strung with crystal slivers that clink together in a glassy cacophony at each turn. Silky skeins of argent bloodlace descend in graduated tiers down the back, fashioning a scintillating net that traces the spine in a glacial deluge of silvery fabric and ovals of lusterless blackwater jet. A solitary wraithheart is suspended from a chain at the front, designed to rest just above the wearer's brow.<br /> <br /> :'''Original:''' [[Item:Starlight velvet robe with a delicate night diamond clasp]] '''from''' [[Obscure Memories (5)]]<br /> :'''Alteration: '''''an arresting off-the-shoulder robe of glacial bloodlace'' '''Done by:''' [[Urdesas]] '''At:''' [[Hollow Eve Festival 425]]<br /> :Unconventional in design, this robe is made to cling to the wearer much like a gown would. A portrait neckline sweeps from shoulder-to-shoulder, crafted to expose the collarbones and a tasteful crescent of each shoulder when worn. Icesteel chains encircle a cinched waist, their many tiers boasting small slivers of wraithheart down the glacial hued fabric beneath. Flaring at the hips, the bloodlace skirt is designed to drop heavily to the floor in a wide sweeping bell.<br /> <br /> ----<br /> == Purchased Alterations ==<br /> :'''a corseted gown of frost opal icesilk back-laced with white faesilk ribbons'''<br /> :Reinforced by icesteel boning and back-laced with long faesilk ribbons, the ornate corset features panels of both smooth winterweave and spun glitter. The skirt is designed to drape gracefully to the floor, forming fragile snow-white pools of radiant silk upon the ground when worn. A flurry of tiny crystal snowflakes are carefully stitched along the neckline and hem of the gown to form a phrase.<br /> There appears to be something written on it.<br /> :An icesilk gown reads:<br /> :&quot;Ice Princess&quot;<br /> <br /> :'''a dainty ice-veined leather loincloth trimmed with antique-white lace and opals'''<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> ''&quot;Come with me, my darling, let us dance among the stars...&quot;''<br /> The methodic, metronomic clink of the teaspoon against a porcelain cup was her opus. Sugar, just a bit, cream, a dab of honey, cinnamon. Like everything, her tea had to be just so, but the wait was worth it. That first soothing sip that bloomed across her taste buds was a ritual performed every single morning. Without it, she may as well stride into town naked. Eventually she finished and glanced downward, tipping her cup so that the granulated liquid clinging to its bone belly shifted this way and that. Sticky, sickly sweet, the remnants would be far too overpowering for her refined palate, though they had their uses still.<br /> <br /> Her brand of augury may not be the popular practice, but it had served her well over the years. A flick of her finger and the ring upon her second digit separates, top from bottom, to reveal a thin shard of opaque glass. She lances the pad of her index finger, no wince of pain marring her smooth countenance as she then inserts the bleeding flesh into the sludge at the bottom of her cup and begins to stir. There is power in a number: once, twice, three times, she stirs, the wound already itching and tingling where spice and other residuum intrude. A low hum rises in her throat as she withdraws her hand, holding the wet finger aloft while grasping the cup firmly and tipping it over onto the matching saucer waiting below.<br /> <br /> Twisting the bottom of the cup in sharp, concise rotations, she counts slowly backward, storm-cloud grey eyes traveling along with its counter-clockwise path. When the elegantly curved handle arrives parallel to her once more, she stops, then closes her eyes and lifts the vessel, setting it aside. A strange mural unravels before her - unassuming and no more than a mess upon fine dishes to the untrained eye, but she sees far deeper. Scanning from left to right, up and down, she releases a quiet, introspective, &quot;Hmmm...&quot;, then carefully wipes a still bleeding finger on the cloth napkin in her lap. &quot;Well&quot; she muses, a slight smile catching the corner of her mouth. &quot;I suppose I had best get dressed.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> It drifted over her face in fine powder, clinging to pale hair, lashes<br /> <br /> and skin before melting into the warmth found there. Bleak, shining, the<br /> <br /> sun made dazzling diamonds of the snowfield around her, a sparkle born<br /> <br /> here like an upturned sky in which the earth is reduced to foggy<br /> <br /> atmosphere above the blinding radiance of a white-starred veil drawn<br /> <br /> over a Lady's chilled countenance. Frigid air slid into her lungs, a<br /> <br /> deep breath was taken; stillness breaks as from poppy-induced trancing<br /> <br /> she finds herself alone.<br /> <br /> <br /> Rather than seek respite in the fur mantle she wears, her cold fingers<br /> <br /> brush errant patterns in the snow, a soft flurry of words released in<br /> <br /> plumes of crystallised moisture to stain the brittle air biting her sore<br /> <br /> lips like glacial suitors intent on stealing kisses. &quot;You are cold, and<br /> <br /> You are beautiful&quot;, she sings, though her voice is lost in a gust of<br /> <br /> wind. &quot;Where the winter moon shines in hardship, the stars beckon&quot;. The<br /> <br /> timbre of her voice deepens as she reaches back with a hand and tugs the<br /> <br /> pelt from her shoulders, shrugging it off and leaving her bare as a babe<br /> <br /> in the boreal recesses of abandonment. Frosted tears like ornaments from<br /> <br /> flushed cheeks slide, caught and held, precious gems upon her skin --<br /> <br /> she is afraid.<br /> <br /> <br /> Frigid, the climate penetrates, exacerbates, and lifting a mirror in<br /> <br /> shaking hands she gazes upon her other self within the fogged glass. Her<br /> <br /> twin smiles and becomes the face of the moon -- pale and unflawed,<br /> <br /> though this imagery is broken as a crimson trickle slides across its<br /> <br /> ice-sheet surface. &quot;A prophesy broken&quot; she murmurs softly, the bloody<br /> <br /> portent noted with drawn brows while she presses a wounded hand to the<br /> <br /> mirror-self and washes her away in a smear of scarlet.<br /> <br /> <br /> Something profound slithers beneath her ivory skin, something pulses to<br /> <br /> a beat not unlike that of a heart. This rhythm refuses to synchronize<br /> <br /> with hers, instead coaxing her heart's thrum to play counterpart in an<br /> <br /> enthusiastic recital. Unable to do else, she takes up the drum and sets<br /> <br /> a beat with her palm, the soothing balm of a mystic's hymn uniting these<br /> <br /> two pulses of life in one purpose -- A symphony of spirituality.</div>

DAMSEL https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Hedarya&diff=482493 2017-12-25T03:40:54Z

<p>DAMSEL: /* Purchased Alterations */</p> <hr /> <div>{{PC<br /> |name=Hedarya<br /> |status=a<br /> |race=Kaldar<br /> |gender=Female<br /> |instance=Prime<br /> |guild=Moon Mage<br /> }}<br /> <br /> <br /> == Seeress, Wordsmith, Star-eyed Wanderer ==<br /> <br /> ''Fate's Skein Hedarya, a Kaldar.<br /> :You have a wraithheart-set headdress trailing skeins of glacial bloodlace framing the contours of a heart-shaped face, smolderingly intense stormy grey eyes, a slim animite septum ring threaded through an amaranth riftstone piercing the septum of an upturned nose and dimples pierced by a perfectly matched pair of whirl-cut rainbow sapphires. Your cinereous hair is very long and fine, and is worn in an artfully tousled style threaded with a pair of crossed tomiek daggers. You have pale skin and a scattering of silvery blue-sheened moonlight gardenias arrayed to elegantly emphasize a slender figure.<br /> :You are short for a Kaldar.<br /> :A square-cut glacier emerald is positioned between your eyes, glowing with a lustrous sheen against your skin.<br /> :You are an adult.<br /> :Your shoulder has a tattoo of a childish Kaldar dancing amid a field of zombies.<br /> <br /> <br /> :You are wearing a dark moonspun silk eyepatch embroidered with a golden eye, a small platinum hoop earring with a dangling diamond-capped moon pearl, some lusterless blackwater jet teardrop earrings, a deep black nightsilk cloak embroidered with a silver dagger, an arresting off-the-shoulder robe of glacial bloodlace, some silver-chased elbow spikes, a lumium target shield with a trimmed face, a lacquered ironwood parry stick with dark steelsilk straps, an ornate gloomwood ring, a grey cambrinth ring, a simple cambrinth anklet and some silvery velvet boots with shimmering moonstone clasps.''<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> [[File:hedarya1.jpg|center|400px]]<br /> <br /> == Personal Alterations ==<br /> :'''Original:''' [[Item:Winged orichalcum headdress set with a large merlot ruby]] '''from''' [[Tildi's Blooms (3)]]<br /> :'''Alteration: '''''a wraithheart-set headdress trailing skeins of glacial bloodlace'' '''Done by:''' [[Keishalae]] '''At:''' [[Hollow Eve Festival 425]]<br /> :Spindly icesteel branches rise like oddly curled antlers from a slim circle of polished bone, their boughs strung with crystal slivers that clink together in a glassy cacophony at each turn. Silky skeins of argent bloodlace descend in graduated tiers down the back, fashioning a scintillating net that traces the spine in a glacial deluge of silvery fabric and ovals of lusterless blackwater jet. A solitary wraithheart is suspended from a chain at the front, designed to rest just above the wearer's brow.<br /> <br /> :'''Original:''' [[Item:Starlight velvet robe with a delicate night diamond clasp]] '''from''' [[Obscure Memories (5)]]<br /> :'''Alteration: '''''an arresting off-the-shoulder robe of glacial bloodlace'' '''Done by:''' [[Urdesas]] '''At:''' [[Hollow Eve Festival 425]]<br /> :Unconventional in design, this robe is made to cling to the wearer much like a gown would. A portrait neckline sweeps from shoulder-to-shoulder, crafted to expose the collarbones and a tasteful crescent of each shoulder when worn. Icesteel chains encircle a cinched waist, their many tiers boasting small slivers of wraithheart down the glacial hued fabric beneath. Flaring at the hips, the bloodlace skirt is designed to drop heavily to the floor in a wide sweeping bell.<br /> <br /> ----<br /> == Purchased Alterations ==<br /> :''a corseted gown of frost opal icesilk back-laced with white faesilk ribbons<br /> :''Reinforced by icesteel boning and back-laced with long faesilk ribbons, the ornate corset features panels of both smooth winterweave and spun glitter. The skirt is designed to drape gracefully to the floor, forming fragile snow-white pools of radiant silk upon the ground when worn. A flurry of tiny crystal snowflakes are carefully stitched along the neckline and hem of the gown to form a phrase.<br /> There appears to be something written on it.<br /> :An icesilk gown reads:<br /> &quot;Ice Princess&quot;<br /> <br /> :''a dainty ice-veined leather loincloth trimmed with antique-white lace and opals<br /> ''<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> ''&quot;Come with me, my darling, let us dance among the stars...&quot;''<br /> The methodic, metronomic clink of the teaspoon against a porcelain cup was her opus. Sugar, just a bit, cream, a dab of honey, cinnamon. Like everything, her tea had to be just so, but the wait was worth it. That first soothing sip that bloomed across her taste buds was a ritual performed every single morning. Without it, she may as well stride into town naked. Eventually she finished and glanced downward, tipping her cup so that the granulated liquid clinging to its bone belly shifted this way and that. Sticky, sickly sweet, the remnants would be far too overpowering for her refined palate, though they had their uses still.<br /> <br /> Her brand of augury may not be the popular practice, but it had served her well over the years. A flick of her finger and the ring upon her second digit separates, top from bottom, to reveal a thin shard of opaque glass. She lances the pad of her index finger, no wince of pain marring her smooth countenance as she then inserts the bleeding flesh into the sludge at the bottom of her cup and begins to stir. There is power in a number: once, twice, three times, she stirs, the wound already itching and tingling where spice and other residuum intrude. A low hum rises in her throat as she withdraws her hand, holding the wet finger aloft while grasping the cup firmly and tipping it over onto the matching saucer waiting below.<br /> <br /> Twisting the bottom of the cup in sharp, concise rotations, she counts slowly backward, storm-cloud grey eyes traveling along with its counter-clockwise path. When the elegantly curved handle arrives parallel to her once more, she stops, then closes her eyes and lifts the vessel, setting it aside. A strange mural unravels before her - unassuming and no more than a mess upon fine dishes to the untrained eye, but she sees far deeper. Scanning from left to right, up and down, she releases a quiet, introspective, &quot;Hmmm...&quot;, then carefully wipes a still bleeding finger on the cloth napkin in her lap. &quot;Well&quot; she muses, a slight smile catching the corner of her mouth. &quot;I suppose I had best get dressed.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> It drifted over her face in fine powder, clinging to pale hair, lashes<br /> <br /> and skin before melting into the warmth found there. Bleak, shining, the<br /> <br /> sun made dazzling diamonds of the snowfield around her, a sparkle born<br /> <br /> here like an upturned sky in which the earth is reduced to foggy<br /> <br /> atmosphere above the blinding radiance of a white-starred veil drawn<br /> <br /> over a Lady's chilled countenance. Frigid air slid into her lungs, a<br /> <br /> deep breath was taken; stillness breaks as from poppy-induced trancing<br /> <br /> she finds herself alone.<br /> <br /> <br /> Rather than seek respite in the fur mantle she wears, her cold fingers<br /> <br /> brush errant patterns in the snow, a soft flurry of words released in<br /> <br /> plumes of crystallised moisture to stain the brittle air biting her sore<br /> <br /> lips like glacial suitors intent on stealing kisses. &quot;You are cold, and<br /> <br /> You are beautiful&quot;, she sings, though her voice is lost in a gust of<br /> <br /> wind. &quot;Where the winter moon shines in hardship, the stars beckon&quot;. The<br /> <br /> timbre of her voice deepens as she reaches back with a hand and tugs the<br /> <br /> pelt from her shoulders, shrugging it off and leaving her bare as a babe<br /> <br /> in the boreal recesses of abandonment. Frosted tears like ornaments from<br /> <br /> flushed cheeks slide, caught and held, precious gems upon her skin --<br /> <br /> she is afraid.<br /> <br /> <br /> Frigid, the climate penetrates, exacerbates, and lifting a mirror in<br /> <br /> shaking hands she gazes upon her other self within the fogged glass. Her<br /> <br /> twin smiles and becomes the face of the moon -- pale and unflawed,<br /> <br /> though this imagery is broken as a crimson trickle slides across its<br /> <br /> ice-sheet surface. &quot;A prophesy broken&quot; she murmurs softly, the bloody<br /> <br /> portent noted with drawn brows while she presses a wounded hand to the<br /> <br /> mirror-self and washes her away in a smear of scarlet.<br /> <br /> <br /> Something profound slithers beneath her ivory skin, something pulses to<br /> <br /> a beat not unlike that of a heart. This rhythm refuses to synchronize<br /> <br /> with hers, instead coaxing her heart's thrum to play counterpart in an<br /> <br /> enthusiastic recital. Unable to do else, she takes up the drum and sets<br /> <br /> a beat with her palm, the soothing balm of a mystic's hymn uniting these<br /> <br /> two pulses of life in one purpose -- A symphony of spirituality.</div>

DAMSEL https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Hedarya&diff=482492 2017-12-25T03:40:25Z

<p>DAMSEL: /* Alterations */</p> <hr /> <div>{{PC<br /> |name=Hedarya<br /> |status=a<br /> |race=Kaldar<br /> |gender=Female<br /> |instance=Prime<br /> |guild=Moon Mage<br /> }}<br /> <br /> <br /> == Seeress, Wordsmith, Star-eyed Wanderer ==<br /> <br /> ''Fate's Skein Hedarya, a Kaldar.<br /> :You have a wraithheart-set headdress trailing skeins of glacial bloodlace framing the contours of a heart-shaped face, smolderingly intense stormy grey eyes, a slim animite septum ring threaded through an amaranth riftstone piercing the septum of an upturned nose and dimples pierced by a perfectly matched pair of whirl-cut rainbow sapphires. Your cinereous hair is very long and fine, and is worn in an artfully tousled style threaded with a pair of crossed tomiek daggers. You have pale skin and a scattering of silvery blue-sheened moonlight gardenias arrayed to elegantly emphasize a slender figure.<br /> :You are short for a Kaldar.<br /> :A square-cut glacier emerald is positioned between your eyes, glowing with a lustrous sheen against your skin.<br /> :You are an adult.<br /> :Your shoulder has a tattoo of a childish Kaldar dancing amid a field of zombies.<br /> <br /> <br /> :You are wearing a dark moonspun silk eyepatch embroidered with a golden eye, a small platinum hoop earring with a dangling diamond-capped moon pearl, some lusterless blackwater jet teardrop earrings, a deep black nightsilk cloak embroidered with a silver dagger, an arresting off-the-shoulder robe of glacial bloodlace, some silver-chased elbow spikes, a lumium target shield with a trimmed face, a lacquered ironwood parry stick with dark steelsilk straps, an ornate gloomwood ring, a grey cambrinth ring, a simple cambrinth anklet and some silvery velvet boots with shimmering moonstone clasps.''<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> [[File:hedarya1.jpg|center|400px]]<br /> <br /> == Personal Alterations ==<br /> :'''Original:''' [[Item:Winged orichalcum headdress set with a large merlot ruby]] '''from''' [[Tildi's Blooms (3)]]<br /> :'''Alteration: '''''a wraithheart-set headdress trailing skeins of glacial bloodlace'' '''Done by:''' [[Keishalae]] '''At:''' [[Hollow Eve Festival 425]]<br /> :Spindly icesteel branches rise like oddly curled antlers from a slim circle of polished bone, their boughs strung with crystal slivers that clink together in a glassy cacophony at each turn. Silky skeins of argent bloodlace descend in graduated tiers down the back, fashioning a scintillating net that traces the spine in a glacial deluge of silvery fabric and ovals of lusterless blackwater jet. A solitary wraithheart is suspended from a chain at the front, designed to rest just above the wearer's brow.<br /> <br /> :'''Original:''' [[Item:Starlight velvet robe with a delicate night diamond clasp]] '''from''' [[Obscure Memories (5)]]<br /> :'''Alteration: '''''an arresting off-the-shoulder robe of glacial bloodlace'' '''Done by:''' [[Urdesas]] '''At:''' [[Hollow Eve Festival 425]]<br /> :Unconventional in design, this robe is made to cling to the wearer much like a gown would. A portrait neckline sweeps from shoulder-to-shoulder, crafted to expose the collarbones and a tasteful crescent of each shoulder when worn. Icesteel chains encircle a cinched waist, their many tiers boasting small slivers of wraithheart down the glacial hued fabric beneath. Flaring at the hips, the bloodlace skirt is designed to drop heavily to the floor in a wide sweeping bell.<br /> <br /> ----<br /> == Purchased Alterations ==<br /> ''a corseted gown of frost opal icesilk back-laced with white faesilk ribbons<br /> ''Reinforced by icesteel boning and back-laced with long faesilk ribbons, the ornate corset features panels of both smooth winterweave and spun glitter. The skirt is designed to drape gracefully to the floor, forming fragile snow-white pools of radiant silk upon the ground when worn. A flurry of tiny crystal snowflakes are carefully stitched along the neckline and hem of the gown to form a phrase.<br /> There appears to be something written on it.<br /> An icesilk gown reads:<br /> &quot;Ice Princess&quot;<br /> <br /> ''a dainty ice-veined leather loincloth trimmed with antique-white lace and opals<br /> ''<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> ''&quot;Come with me, my darling, let us dance among the stars...&quot;''<br /> The methodic, metronomic clink of the teaspoon against a porcelain cup was her opus. Sugar, just a bit, cream, a dab of honey, cinnamon. Like everything, her tea had to be just so, but the wait was worth it. That first soothing sip that bloomed across her taste buds was a ritual performed every single morning. Without it, she may as well stride into town naked. Eventually she finished and glanced downward, tipping her cup so that the granulated liquid clinging to its bone belly shifted this way and that. Sticky, sickly sweet, the remnants would be far too overpowering for her refined palate, though they had their uses still.<br /> <br /> Her brand of augury may not be the popular practice, but it had served her well over the years. A flick of her finger and the ring upon her second digit separates, top from bottom, to reveal a thin shard of opaque glass. She lances the pad of her index finger, no wince of pain marring her smooth countenance as she then inserts the bleeding flesh into the sludge at the bottom of her cup and begins to stir. There is power in a number: once, twice, three times, she stirs, the wound already itching and tingling where spice and other residuum intrude. A low hum rises in her throat as she withdraws her hand, holding the wet finger aloft while grasping the cup firmly and tipping it over onto the matching saucer waiting below.<br /> <br /> Twisting the bottom of the cup in sharp, concise rotations, she counts slowly backward, storm-cloud grey eyes traveling along with its counter-clockwise path. When the elegantly curved handle arrives parallel to her once more, she stops, then closes her eyes and lifts the vessel, setting it aside. A strange mural unravels before her - unassuming and no more than a mess upon fine dishes to the untrained eye, but she sees far deeper. Scanning from left to right, up and down, she releases a quiet, introspective, &quot;Hmmm...&quot;, then carefully wipes a still bleeding finger on the cloth napkin in her lap. &quot;Well&quot; she muses, a slight smile catching the corner of her mouth. &quot;I suppose I had best get dressed.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> It drifted over her face in fine powder, clinging to pale hair, lashes<br /> <br /> and skin before melting into the warmth found there. Bleak, shining, the<br /> <br /> sun made dazzling diamonds of the snowfield around her, a sparkle born<br /> <br /> here like an upturned sky in which the earth is reduced to foggy<br /> <br /> atmosphere above the blinding radiance of a white-starred veil drawn<br /> <br /> over a Lady's chilled countenance. Frigid air slid into her lungs, a<br /> <br /> deep breath was taken; stillness breaks as from poppy-induced trancing<br /> <br /> she finds herself alone.<br /> <br /> <br /> Rather than seek respite in the fur mantle she wears, her cold fingers<br /> <br /> brush errant patterns in the snow, a soft flurry of words released in<br /> <br /> plumes of crystallised moisture to stain the brittle air biting her sore<br /> <br /> lips like glacial suitors intent on stealing kisses. &quot;You are cold, and<br /> <br /> You are beautiful&quot;, she sings, though her voice is lost in a gust of<br /> <br /> wind. &quot;Where the winter moon shines in hardship, the stars beckon&quot;. The<br /> <br /> timbre of her voice deepens as she reaches back with a hand and tugs the<br /> <br /> pelt from her shoulders, shrugging it off and leaving her bare as a babe<br /> <br /> in the boreal recesses of abandonment. Frosted tears like ornaments from<br /> <br /> flushed cheeks slide, caught and held, precious gems upon her skin --<br /> <br /> she is afraid.<br /> <br /> <br /> Frigid, the climate penetrates, exacerbates, and lifting a mirror in<br /> <br /> shaking hands she gazes upon her other self within the fogged glass. Her<br /> <br /> twin smiles and becomes the face of the moon -- pale and unflawed,<br /> <br /> though this imagery is broken as a crimson trickle slides across its<br /> <br /> ice-sheet surface. &quot;A prophesy broken&quot; she murmurs softly, the bloody<br /> <br /> portent noted with drawn brows while she presses a wounded hand to the<br /> <br /> mirror-self and washes her away in a smear of scarlet.<br /> <br /> <br /> Something profound slithers beneath her ivory skin, something pulses to<br /> <br /> a beat not unlike that of a heart. This rhythm refuses to synchronize<br /> <br /> with hers, instead coaxing her heart's thrum to play counterpart in an<br /> <br /> enthusiastic recital. Unable to do else, she takes up the drum and sets<br /> <br /> a beat with her palm, the soothing balm of a mystic's hymn uniting these<br /> <br /> two pulses of life in one purpose -- A symphony of spirituality.</div>

DAMSEL https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Hedarya&diff=482449 2017-12-22T02:21:10Z

<p>DAMSEL: /* Seeress, Wordsmith, Star-eyed Wanderer */</p> <hr /> <div>{{PC<br /> |name=Hedarya<br /> |status=a<br /> |race=Kaldar<br /> |gender=Female<br /> |instance=Prime<br /> |guild=Moon Mage<br /> }}<br /> <br /> <br /> == Seeress, Wordsmith, Star-eyed Wanderer ==<br /> <br /> ''Fate's Skein Hedarya, a Kaldar.<br /> :You have a wraithheart-set headdress trailing skeins of glacial bloodlace framing the contours of a heart-shaped face, smolderingly intense stormy grey eyes, a slim animite septum ring threaded through an amaranth riftstone piercing the septum of an upturned nose and dimples pierced by a perfectly matched pair of whirl-cut rainbow sapphires. Your cinereous hair is very long and fine, and is worn in an artfully tousled style threaded with a pair of crossed tomiek daggers. You have pale skin and a scattering of silvery blue-sheened moonlight gardenias arrayed to elegantly emphasize a slender figure.<br /> :You are short for a Kaldar.<br /> :A square-cut glacier emerald is positioned between your eyes, glowing with a lustrous sheen against your skin.<br /> :You are an adult.<br /> :Your shoulder has a tattoo of a childish Kaldar dancing amid a field of zombies.<br /> <br /> <br /> :You are wearing a dark moonspun silk eyepatch embroidered with a golden eye, a small platinum hoop earring with a dangling diamond-capped moon pearl, some lusterless blackwater jet teardrop earrings, a deep black nightsilk cloak embroidered with a silver dagger, an arresting off-the-shoulder robe of glacial bloodlace, some silver-chased elbow spikes, a lumium target shield with a trimmed face, a lacquered ironwood parry stick with dark steelsilk straps, an ornate gloomwood ring, a grey cambrinth ring, a simple cambrinth anklet and some silvery velvet boots with shimmering moonstone clasps.''<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> [[File:hedarya1.jpg|center|400px]]<br /> <br /> == Alterations ==<br /> :'''Original:''' [[Item:Winged orichalcum headdress set with a large merlot ruby]] '''from''' [[Tildi's Blooms (3)]]<br /> :'''Alteration: '''''a wraithheart-set headdress trailing skeins of glacial bloodlace'' '''Done by:''' [[Keishalae]] '''At:''' [[Hollow Eve Festival 425]]<br /> :Spindly icesteel branches rise like oddly curled antlers from a slim circle of polished bone, their boughs strung with crystal slivers that clink together in a glassy cacophony at each turn. Silky skeins of argent bloodlace descend in graduated tiers down the back, fashioning a scintillating net that traces the spine in a glacial deluge of silvery fabric and ovals of lusterless blackwater jet. A solitary wraithheart is suspended from a chain at the front, designed to rest just above the wearer's brow.<br /> <br /> :'''Original:''' [[Item:Starlight velvet robe with a delicate night diamond clasp]] '''from''' [[Obscure Memories (5)]]<br /> :'''Alteration: '''''an arresting off-the-shoulder robe of glacial bloodlace'' '''Done by:''' [[Urdesas]] '''At:''' [[Hollow Eve Festival 425]]<br /> :Unconventional in design, this robe is made to cling to the wearer much like a gown would. A portrait neckline sweeps from shoulder-to-shoulder, crafted to expose the collarbones and a tasteful crescent of each shoulder when worn. Icesteel chains encircle a cinched waist, their many tiers boasting small slivers of wraithheart down the glacial hued fabric beneath. Flaring at the hips, the bloodlace skirt is designed to drop heavily to the floor in a wide sweeping bell.<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> <br /> ''&quot;Come with me, my darling, let us dance among the stars...&quot;''<br /> The methodic, metronomic clink of the teaspoon against a porcelain cup was her opus. Sugar, just a bit, cream, a dab of honey, cinnamon. Like everything, her tea had to be just so, but the wait was worth it. That first soothing sip that bloomed across her taste buds was a ritual performed every single morning. Without it, she may as well stride into town naked. Eventually she finished and glanced downward, tipping her cup so that the granulated liquid clinging to its bone belly shifted this way and that. Sticky, sickly sweet, the remnants would be far too overpowering for her refined palate, though they had their uses still.<br /> <br /> Her brand of augury may not be the popular practice, but it had served her well over the years. A flick of her finger and the ring upon her second digit separates, top from bottom, to reveal a thin shard of opaque glass. She lances the pad of her index finger, no wince of pain marring her smooth countenance as she then inserts the bleeding flesh into the sludge at the bottom of her cup and begins to stir. There is power in a number: once, twice, three times, she stirs, the wound already itching and tingling where spice and other residuum intrude. A low hum rises in her throat as she withdraws her hand, holding the wet finger aloft while grasping the cup firmly and tipping it over onto the matching saucer waiting below.<br /> <br /> Twisting the bottom of the cup in sharp, concise rotations, she counts slowly backward, storm-cloud grey eyes traveling along with its counter-clockwise path. When the elegantly curved handle arrives parallel to her once more, she stops, then closes her eyes and lifts the vessel, setting it aside. A strange mural unravels before her - unassuming and no more than a mess upon fine dishes to the untrained eye, but she sees far deeper. Scanning from left to right, up and down, she releases a quiet, introspective, &quot;Hmmm...&quot;, then carefully wipes a still bleeding finger on the cloth napkin in her lap. &quot;Well&quot; she muses, a slight smile catching the corner of her mouth. &quot;I suppose I had best get dressed.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> It drifted over her face in fine powder, clinging to pale hair, lashes<br /> <br /> and skin before melting into the warmth found there. Bleak, shining, the<br /> <br /> sun made dazzling diamonds of the snowfield around her, a sparkle born<br /> <br /> here like an upturned sky in which the earth is reduced to foggy<br /> <br /> atmosphere above the blinding radiance of a white-starred veil drawn<br /> <br /> over a Lady's chilled countenance. Frigid air slid into her lungs, a<br /> <br /> deep breath was taken; stillness breaks as from poppy-induced trancing<br /> <br /> she finds herself alone.<br /> <br /> <br /> Rather than seek respite in the fur mantle she wears, her cold fingers<br /> <br /> brush errant patterns in the snow, a soft flurry of words released in<br /> <br /> plumes of crystallised moisture to stain the brittle air biting her sore<br /> <br /> lips like glacial suitors intent on stealing kisses. &quot;You are cold, and<br /> <br /> You are beautiful&quot;, she sings, though her voice is lost in a gust of<br /> <br /> wind. &quot;Where the winter moon shines in hardship, the stars beckon&quot;. The<br /> <br /> timbre of her voice deepens as she reaches back with a hand and tugs the<br /> <br /> pelt from her shoulders, shrugging it off and leaving her bare as a babe<br /> <br /> in the boreal recesses of abandonment. Frosted tears like ornaments from<br /> <br /> flushed cheeks slide, caught and held, precious gems upon her skin --<br /> <br /> she is afraid.<br /> <br /> <br /> Frigid, the climate penetrates, exacerbates, and lifting a mirror in<br /> <br /> shaking hands she gazes upon her other self within the fogged glass. Her<br /> <br /> twin smiles and becomes the face of the moon -- pale and unflawed,<br /> <br /> though this imagery is broken as a crimson trickle slides across its<br /> <br /> ice-sheet surface. &quot;A prophesy broken&quot; she murmurs softly, the bloody<br /> <br /> portent noted with drawn brows while she presses a wounded hand to the<br /> <br /> mirror-self and washes her away in a smear of scarlet.<br /> <br /> <br /> Something profound slithers beneath her ivory skin, something pulses to<br /> <br /> a beat not unlike that of a heart. This rhythm refuses to synchronize<br /> <br /> with hers, instead coaxing her heart's thrum to play counterpart in an<br /> <br /> enthusiastic recital. Unable to do else, she takes up the drum and sets<br /> <br /> a beat with her palm, the soothing balm of a mystic's hymn uniting these<br /> <br /> two pulses of life in one purpose -- A symphony of spirituality.</div>

DAMSEL https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Hedarya&diff=481876 2017-12-09T02:19:47Z

<p>DAMSEL: /* Seeress, Wordsmith, Star-eyed Wanderer */</p> <hr /> <div>{{PC<br /> |name=Hedarya<br /> |status=a<br /> |race=Kaldar<br /> |gender=Female<br /> |instance=Prime<br /> |guild=Moon Mage<br /> }}<br /> <br /> <br /> == Seeress, Wordsmith, Star-eyed Wanderer ==<br /> <br /> ''Fate's Skein Hedarya, a Kaldar.<br /> :You have a wraithheart-set headdress trailing skeins of glacial bloodlace framing the contours of a heart-shaped face, a small hex lily set opposite its dark magenta twin tucked behind one of her ears, smolderingly intense stormy grey eyes, a slim animite septum ring threaded through an amaranth riftstone piercing the septum of an upturned nose and dimples pierced by a perfectly matched pair of whirl-cut rainbow sapphires. Your cinereous hair is very long and fine, and is worn in an artfully tousled style threaded with a pair of crossed tomiek daggers. You have pale skin and a scattering of silvery blue-sheened moonlight gardenias arrayed to elegantly emphasize a slender figure.<br /> :You are short for a Kaldar.<br /> :A square-cut glacier emerald is positioned between your eyes, glowing with a lustrous sheen against your skin.<br /> :You are an adult.<br /> :Your shoulder has a tattoo of a childish Kaldar dancing amid a field of zombies.<br /> <br /> <br /> :You are wearing a dark moonspun silk eyepatch embroidered with a golden eye, a small platinum hoop earring with a dangling diamond-capped moon pearl, some lusterless blackwater jet teardrop earrings, a deep black nightsilk cloak embroidered with a silver dagger, an arresting off-the-shoulder robe of glacial bloodlace, some silver-chased elbow spikes, a lumium target shield with a trimmed face, a lacquered ironwood parry stick with dark steelsilk straps, an ornate gloomwood ring, a grey cambrinth ring, a simple cambrinth anklet and some silvery velvet boots with shimmering moonstone clasps.''<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> [[File:hedarya1.jpg|center|400px]]<br /> <br /> == Alterations ==<br /> :'''Original:''' [[Item:Winged orichalcum headdress set with a large merlot ruby]] '''from''' [[Tildi's Blooms (3)]]<br /> :'''Alteration: '''''a wraithheart-set headdress trailing skeins of glacial bloodlace'' '''Done by:''' [[Keishalae]] '''At:''' [[Hollow Eve Festival 425]]<br /> :Spindly icesteel branches rise like oddly curled antlers from a slim circle of polished bone, their boughs strung with crystal slivers that clink together in a glassy cacophony at each turn. Silky skeins of argent bloodlace descend in graduated tiers down the back, fashioning a scintillating net that traces the spine in a glacial deluge of silvery fabric and ovals of lusterless blackwater jet. A solitary wraithheart is suspended from a chain at the front, designed to rest just above the wearer's brow.<br /> <br /> :'''Original:''' [[Item:Starlight velvet robe with a delicate night diamond clasp]] '''from''' [[Obscure Memories (5)]]<br /> :'''Alteration: '''''an arresting off-the-shoulder robe of glacial bloodlace'' '''Done by:''' [[Urdesas]] '''At:''' [[Hollow Eve Festival 425]]<br /> :Unconventional in design, this robe is made to cling to the wearer much like a gown would. A portrait neckline sweeps from shoulder-to-shoulder, crafted to expose the collarbones and a tasteful crescent of each shoulder when worn. Icesteel chains encircle a cinched waist, their many tiers boasting small slivers of wraithheart down the glacial hued fabric beneath. Flaring at the hips, the bloodlace skirt is designed to drop heavily to the floor in a wide sweeping bell.<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> <br /> ''&quot;Come with me, my darling, let us dance among the stars...&quot;''<br /> The methodic, metronomic clink of the teaspoon against a porcelain cup was her opus. Sugar, just a bit, cream, a dab of honey, cinnamon. Like everything, her tea had to be just so, but the wait was worth it. That first soothing sip that bloomed across her taste buds was a ritual performed every single morning. Without it, she may as well stride into town naked. Eventually she finished and glanced downward, tipping her cup so that the granulated liquid clinging to its bone belly shifted this way and that. Sticky, sickly sweet, the remnants would be far too overpowering for her refined palate, though they had their uses still.<br /> <br /> Her brand of augury may not be the popular practice, but it had served her well over the years. A flick of her finger and the ring upon her second digit separates, top from bottom, to reveal a thin shard of opaque glass. She lances the pad of her index finger, no wince of pain marring her smooth countenance as she then inserts the bleeding flesh into the sludge at the bottom of her cup and begins to stir. There is power in a number: once, twice, three times, she stirs, the wound already itching and tingling where spice and other residuum intrude. A low hum rises in her throat as she withdraws her hand, holding the wet finger aloft while grasping the cup firmly and tipping it over onto the matching saucer waiting below.<br /> <br /> Twisting the bottom of the cup in sharp, concise rotations, she counts slowly backward, storm-cloud grey eyes traveling along with its counter-clockwise path. When the elegantly curved handle arrives parallel to her once more, she stops, then closes her eyes and lifts the vessel, setting it aside. A strange mural unravels before her - unassuming and no more than a mess upon fine dishes to the untrained eye, but she sees far deeper. Scanning from left to right, up and down, she releases a quiet, introspective, &quot;Hmmm...&quot;, then carefully wipes a still bleeding finger on the cloth napkin in her lap. &quot;Well&quot; she muses, a slight smile catching the corner of her mouth. &quot;I suppose I had best get dressed.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> It drifted over her face in fine powder, clinging to pale hair, lashes<br /> <br /> and skin before melting into the warmth found there. Bleak, shining, the<br /> <br /> sun made dazzling diamonds of the snowfield around her, a sparkle born<br /> <br /> here like an upturned sky in which the earth is reduced to foggy<br /> <br /> atmosphere above the blinding radiance of a white-starred veil drawn<br /> <br /> over a Lady's chilled countenance. Frigid air slid into her lungs, a<br /> <br /> deep breath was taken; stillness breaks as from poppy-induced trancing<br /> <br /> she finds herself alone.<br /> <br /> <br /> Rather than seek respite in the fur mantle she wears, her cold fingers<br /> <br /> brush errant patterns in the snow, a soft flurry of words released in<br /> <br /> plumes of crystallised moisture to stain the brittle air biting her sore<br /> <br /> lips like glacial suitors intent on stealing kisses. &quot;You are cold, and<br /> <br /> You are beautiful&quot;, she sings, though her voice is lost in a gust of<br /> <br /> wind. &quot;Where the winter moon shines in hardship, the stars beckon&quot;. The<br /> <br /> timbre of her voice deepens as she reaches back with a hand and tugs the<br /> <br /> pelt from her shoulders, shrugging it off and leaving her bare as a babe<br /> <br /> in the boreal recesses of abandonment. Frosted tears like ornaments from<br /> <br /> flushed cheeks slide, caught and held, precious gems upon her skin --<br /> <br /> she is afraid.<br /> <br /> <br /> Frigid, the climate penetrates, exacerbates, and lifting a mirror in<br /> <br /> shaking hands she gazes upon her other self within the fogged glass. Her<br /> <br /> twin smiles and becomes the face of the moon -- pale and unflawed,<br /> <br /> though this imagery is broken as a crimson trickle slides across its<br /> <br /> ice-sheet surface. &quot;A prophesy broken&quot; she murmurs softly, the bloody<br /> <br /> portent noted with drawn brows while she presses a wounded hand to the<br /> <br /> mirror-self and washes her away in a smear of scarlet.<br /> <br /> <br /> Something profound slithers beneath her ivory skin, something pulses to<br /> <br /> a beat not unlike that of a heart. This rhythm refuses to synchronize<br /> <br /> with hers, instead coaxing her heart's thrum to play counterpart in an<br /> <br /> enthusiastic recital. Unable to do else, she takes up the drum and sets<br /> <br /> a beat with her palm, the soothing balm of a mystic's hymn uniting these<br /> <br /> two pulses of life in one purpose -- A symphony of spirituality.</div>

DAMSEL https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Hedarya&diff=480859 2017-11-23T17:42:22Z

<p>DAMSEL: </p> <hr /> <div>{{PC<br /> |name=Hedarya<br /> |status=a<br /> |race=Kaldar<br /> |gender=Female<br /> |instance=Prime<br /> |guild=Moon Mage<br /> }}<br /> <br /> <br /> == Seeress, Wordsmith, Star-eyed Wanderer ==<br /> <br /> ''Fate's Skein Hedarya, a Kaldar.<br /> :You have a wraithheart-set headdress trailing skeins of glacial bloodlace framing the contours of a heart-shaped face, a small hex lily set opposite its dark magenta twin tucked behind one of her ears, smolderingly intense stormy grey eyes, a slim animite septum ring threaded through an amaranth riftstone piercing the septum of an upturned nose and dimples. Your cinereous hair is very long and fine, and is worn tousled. You have pale skin and a scattering of silvery blue-sheened moonlight gardenias arrayed to elegantly emphasize a slender figure.<br /> :You are short for a Kaldar.<br /> :A square-cut glacier emerald is positioned between your eyes, glowing with a lustrous sheen against your skin.<br /> :You are an adult.<br /> :Your shoulder has a tattoo of a childish Kaldar dancing amid a field of zombies.<br /> <br /> <br /> :You are wearing a dark moonspun silk eyepatch embroidered with a golden eye, a small platinum hoop earring with a dangling diamond-capped moon pearl, some lusterless blackwater jet teardrop earrings, a deep black nightsilk cloak embroidered with a silver dagger, an arresting off-the-shoulder robe of glacial bloodlace, some silver-chased elbow spikes, a lumium target shield with a trimmed face, a lacquered ironwood parry stick with dark steelsilk straps, an ornate gloomwood ring, a grey cambrinth ring, a simple cambrinth anklet and some silvery velvet boots with shimmering moonstone clasps.''<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> [[File:hedarya1.jpg|center|400px]]<br /> <br /> <br /> == Alterations ==<br /> :'''Original:''' [[Item:Winged orichalcum headdress set with a large merlot ruby]] '''from''' [[Tildi's Blooms (3)]]<br /> :'''Alteration: '''''a wraithheart-set headdress trailing skeins of glacial bloodlace'' '''Done by:''' [[Keishalae]] '''At:''' [[Hollow Eve Festival 425]]<br /> :Spindly icesteel branches rise like oddly curled antlers from a slim circle of polished bone, their boughs strung with crystal slivers that clink together in a glassy cacophony at each turn. Silky skeins of argent bloodlace descend in graduated tiers down the back, fashioning a scintillating net that traces the spine in a glacial deluge of silvery fabric and ovals of lusterless blackwater jet. A solitary wraithheart is suspended from a chain at the front, designed to rest just above the wearer's brow.<br /> <br /> :'''Original:''' [[Item:Starlight velvet robe with a delicate night diamond clasp]] '''from''' [[Obscure Memories (5)]]<br /> :'''Alteration: '''''an arresting off-the-shoulder robe of glacial bloodlace'' '''Done by:''' [[Urdesas]] '''At:''' [[Hollow Eve Festival 425]]<br /> :Unconventional in design, this robe is made to cling to the wearer much like a gown would. A portrait neckline sweeps from shoulder-to-shoulder, crafted to expose the collarbones and a tasteful crescent of each shoulder when worn. Icesteel chains encircle a cinched waist, their many tiers boasting small slivers of wraithheart down the glacial hued fabric beneath. Flaring at the hips, the bloodlace skirt is designed to drop heavily to the floor in a wide sweeping bell.<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> <br /> ''&quot;Come with me, my darling, let us dance among the stars...&quot;''<br /> The methodic, metronomic clink of the teaspoon against a porcelain cup was her opus. Sugar, just a bit, cream, a dab of honey, cinnamon. Like everything, her tea had to be just so, but the wait was worth it. That first soothing sip that bloomed across her taste buds was a ritual performed every single morning. Without it, she may as well stride into town naked. Eventually she finished and glanced downward, tipping her cup so that the granulated liquid clinging to its bone belly shifted this way and that. Sticky, sickly sweet, the remnants would be far too overpowering for her refined palate, though they had their uses still.<br /> <br /> Her brand of augury may not be the popular practice, but it had served her well over the years. A flick of her finger and the ring upon her second digit separates, top from bottom, to reveal a thin shard of opaque glass. She lances the pad of her index finger, no wince of pain marring her smooth countenance as she then inserts the bleeding flesh into the sludge at the bottom of her cup and begins to stir. There is power in a number: once, twice, three times, she stirs, the wound already itching and tingling where spice and other residuum intrude. A low hum rises in her throat as she withdraws her hand, holding the wet finger aloft while grasping the cup firmly and tipping it over onto the matching saucer waiting below.<br /> <br /> Twisting the bottom of the cup in sharp, concise rotations, she counts slowly backward, storm-cloud grey eyes traveling along with its counter-clockwise path. When the elegantly curved handle arrives parallel to her once more, she stops, then closes her eyes and lifts the vessel, setting it aside. A strange mural unravels before her - unassuming and no more than a mess upon fine dishes to the untrained eye, but she sees far deeper. Scanning from left to right, up and down, she releases a quiet, introspective, &quot;Hmmm...&quot;, then carefully wipes a still bleeding finger on the cloth napkin in her lap. &quot;Well&quot; she muses, a slight smile catching the corner of her mouth. &quot;I suppose I had best get dressed.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> It drifted over her face in fine powder, clinging to pale hair, lashes<br /> <br /> and skin before melting into the warmth found there. Bleak, shining, the<br /> <br /> sun made dazzling diamonds of the snowfield around her, a sparkle born<br /> <br /> here like an upturned sky in which the earth is reduced to foggy<br /> <br /> atmosphere above the blinding radiance of a white-starred veil drawn<br /> <br /> over a Lady's chilled countenance. Frigid air slid into her lungs, a<br /> <br /> deep breath was taken; stillness breaks as from poppy-induced trancing<br /> <br /> she finds herself alone.<br /> <br /> <br /> Rather than seek respite in the fur mantle she wears, her cold fingers<br /> <br /> brush errant patterns in the snow, a soft flurry of words released in<br /> <br /> plumes of crystallised moisture to stain the brittle air biting her sore<br /> <br /> lips like glacial suitors intent on stealing kisses. &quot;You are cold, and<br /> <br /> You are beautiful&quot;, she sings, though her voice is lost in a gust of<br /> <br /> wind. &quot;Where the winter moon shines in hardship, the stars beckon&quot;. The<br /> <br /> timbre of her voice deepens as she reaches back with a hand and tugs the<br /> <br /> pelt from her shoulders, shrugging it off and leaving her bare as a babe<br /> <br /> in the boreal recesses of abandonment. Frosted tears like ornaments from<br /> <br /> flushed cheeks slide, caught and held, precious gems upon her skin --<br /> <br /> she is afraid.<br /> <br /> <br /> Frigid, the climate penetrates, exacerbates, and lifting a mirror in<br /> <br /> shaking hands she gazes upon her other self within the fogged glass. Her<br /> <br /> twin smiles and becomes the face of the moon -- pale and unflawed,<br /> <br /> though this imagery is broken as a crimson trickle slides across its<br /> <br /> ice-sheet surface. &quot;A prophesy broken&quot; she murmurs softly, the bloody<br /> <br /> portent noted with drawn brows while she presses a wounded hand to the<br /> <br /> mirror-self and washes her away in a smear of scarlet.<br /> <br /> <br /> Something profound slithers beneath her ivory skin, something pulses to<br /> <br /> a beat not unlike that of a heart. This rhythm refuses to synchronize<br /> <br /> with hers, instead coaxing her heart's thrum to play counterpart in an<br /> <br /> enthusiastic recital. Unable to do else, she takes up the drum and sets<br /> <br /> a beat with her palm, the soothing balm of a mystic's hymn uniting these<br /> <br /> two pulses of life in one purpose -- A symphony of spirituality.</div>

DAMSEL https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Hedarya&diff=480855 2017-11-23T17:29:56Z

<p>DAMSEL: </p> <hr /> <div>{{PC<br /> |name=Hedarya<br /> |status=a<br /> |race=Kaldar<br /> |gender=Female<br /> |instance=Prime<br /> |guild=Moon Mage<br /> }}<br /> <br /> <br /> == Seeress, Wordsmith, Star-eyed Wanderer ==<br /> <br /> ''Fate's Skein Hedarya, a Kaldar.<br /> :You have a wraithheart-set headdress trailing skeins of glacial bloodlace framing the contours of a heart-shaped face, a small hex lily set opposite its dark magenta twin tucked behind one of her ears, smolderingly intense stormy grey eyes, a slim animite septum ring threaded through an amaranth riftstone piercing the septum of an upturned nose and dimples. Your cinereous hair is very long and fine, and is worn tousled. You have pale skin and a scattering of silvery blue-sheened moonlight gardenias arrayed to elegantly emphasize a slender figure.<br /> :You are short for a Kaldar.<br /> :A square-cut glacier emerald is positioned between your eyes, glowing with a lustrous sheen against your skin.<br /> :You are an adult.<br /> :Your shoulder has a tattoo of a childish Kaldar dancing amid a field of zombies.<br /> <br /> <br /> :You are wearing a dark moonspun silk eyepatch embroidered with a golden eye, a small platinum hoop earring with a dangling diamond-capped moon pearl, some lusterless blackwater jet teardrop earrings, a deep black nightsilk cloak embroidered with a silver dagger, an arresting off-the-shoulder robe of glacial bloodlace, some silver-chased elbow spikes, a lumium target shield with a trimmed face, a lacquered ironwood parry stick with dark steelsilk straps, an ornate gloomwood ring, a grey cambrinth ring, a simple cambrinth anklet and some silvery velvet boots with shimmering moonstone clasps.''<br /> <br /> [[File:hedarya1.jpg]]<br /> <br /> <br /> == Alterations ==<br /> :'''Original:''' [[Item:Winged orichalcum headdress set with a large merlot ruby]] '''from''' [[Tildi's Blooms (3)]]<br /> :'''Alteration: '''''a wraithheart-set headdress trailing skeins of glacial bloodlace'' '''Done by:''' [[Keishalae]] '''At:''' [[Hollow Eve Festival 425]]<br /> :Spindly icesteel branches rise like oddly curled antlers from a slim circle of polished bone, their boughs strung with crystal slivers that clink together in a glassy cacophony at each turn. Silky skeins of argent bloodlace descend in graduated tiers down the back, fashioning a scintillating net that traces the spine in a glacial deluge of silvery fabric and ovals of lusterless blackwater jet. A solitary wraithheart is suspended from a chain at the front, designed to rest just above the wearer's brow.<br /> <br /> :'''Original:''' [[Item:Starlight velvet robe with a delicate night diamond clasp]] '''from''' [[Obscure Memories (5)]]<br /> :'''Alteration: '''''an arresting off-the-shoulder robe of glacial bloodlace'' '''Done by:''' [[Urdesas]] '''At:''' [[Hollow Eve Festival 425]]<br /> :Unconventional in design, this robe is made to cling to the wearer much like a gown would. A portrait neckline sweeps from shoulder-to-shoulder, crafted to expose the collarbones and a tasteful crescent of each shoulder when worn. Icesteel chains encircle a cinched waist, their many tiers boasting small slivers of wraithheart down the glacial hued fabric beneath. Flaring at the hips, the bloodlace skirt is designed to drop heavily to the floor in a wide sweeping bell.<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> <br /> ''&quot;Come with me, my darling, let us dance among the stars...&quot;''<br /> The methodic, metronomic clink of the teaspoon against a porcelain cup was her opus. Sugar, just a bit, cream, a dab of honey, cinnamon. Like everything, her tea had to be just so, but the wait was worth it. That first soothing sip that bloomed across her taste buds was a ritual performed every single morning. Without it, she may as well stride into town naked. Eventually she finished and glanced downward, tipping her cup so that the granulated liquid clinging to its bone belly shifted this way and that. Sticky, sickly sweet, the remnants would be far too overpowering for her refined palate, though they had their uses still.<br /> <br /> Her brand of augury may not be the popular practice, but it had served her well over the years. A flick of her finger and the ring upon her second digit separates, top from bottom, to reveal a thin shard of opaque glass. She lances the pad of her index finger, no wince of pain marring her smooth countenance as she then inserts the bleeding flesh into the sludge at the bottom of her cup and begins to stir. There is power in a number: once, twice, three times, she stirs, the wound already itching and tingling where spice and other residuum intrude. A low hum rises in her throat as she withdraws her hand, holding the wet finger aloft while grasping the cup firmly and tipping it over onto the matching saucer waiting below.<br /> <br /> Twisting the bottom of the cup in sharp, concise rotations, she counts slowly backward, storm-cloud grey eyes traveling along with its counter-clockwise path. When the elegantly curved handle arrives parallel to her once more, she stops, then closes her eyes and lifts the vessel, setting it aside. A strange mural unravels before her - unassuming and no more than a mess upon fine dishes to the untrained eye, but she sees far deeper. Scanning from left to right, up and down, she releases a quiet, introspective, &quot;Hmmm...&quot;, then carefully wipes a still bleeding finger on the cloth napkin in her lap. &quot;Well&quot; she muses, a slight smile catching the corner of her mouth. &quot;I suppose I had best get dressed.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> It drifted over her face in fine powder, clinging to pale hair, lashes<br /> <br /> and skin before melting into the warmth found there. Bleak, shining, the<br /> <br /> sun made dazzling diamonds of the snowfield around her, a sparkle born<br /> <br /> here like an upturned sky in which the earth is reduced to foggy<br /> <br /> atmosphere above the blinding radiance of a white-starred veil drawn<br /> <br /> over a Lady's chilled countenance. Frigid air slid into her lungs, a<br /> <br /> deep breath was taken; stillness breaks as from poppy-induced trancing<br /> <br /> she finds herself alone.<br /> <br /> <br /> Rather than seek respite in the fur mantle she wears, her cold fingers<br /> <br /> brush errant patterns in the snow, a soft flurry of words released in<br /> <br /> plumes of crystallised moisture to stain the brittle air biting her sore<br /> <br /> lips like glacial suitors intent on stealing kisses. &quot;You are cold, and<br /> <br /> You are beautiful&quot;, she sings, though her voice is lost in a gust of<br /> <br /> wind. &quot;Where the winter moon shines in hardship, the stars beckon&quot;. The<br /> <br /> timbre of her voice deepens as she reaches back with a hand and tugs the<br /> <br /> pelt from her shoulders, shrugging it off and leaving her bare as a babe<br /> <br /> in the boreal recesses of abandonment. Frosted tears like ornaments from<br /> <br /> flushed cheeks slide, caught and held, precious gems upon her skin --<br /> <br /> she is afraid.<br /> <br /> <br /> Frigid, the climate penetrates, exacerbates, and lifting a mirror in<br /> <br /> shaking hands she gazes upon her other self within the fogged glass. Her<br /> <br /> twin smiles and becomes the face of the moon -- pale and unflawed,<br /> <br /> though this imagery is broken as a crimson trickle slides across its<br /> <br /> ice-sheet surface. &quot;A prophesy broken&quot; she murmurs softly, the bloody<br /> <br /> portent noted with drawn brows while she presses a wounded hand to the<br /> <br /> mirror-self and washes her away in a smear of scarlet.<br /> <br /> <br /> Something profound slithers beneath her ivory skin, something pulses to<br /> <br /> a beat not unlike that of a heart. This rhythm refuses to synchronize<br /> <br /> with hers, instead coaxing her heart's thrum to play counterpart in an<br /> <br /> enthusiastic recital. Unable to do else, she takes up the drum and sets<br /> <br /> a beat with her palm, the soothing balm of a mystic's hymn uniting these<br /> <br /> two pulses of life in one purpose -- A symphony of spirituality.</div>

DAMSEL https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Hedarya&diff=480814 2017-11-23T03:34:26Z

<p>DAMSEL: /* Alterations */</p> <hr /> <div>{{PC<br /> |name=Hedarya<br /> |status=a<br /> |race=Kaldar<br /> |gender=Female<br /> |instance=Prime<br /> |guild=Moon Mage<br /> }}<br /> <br /> <br /> == Seeress, Wordsmith, Star-eyed Wanderer ==<br /> <br /> ''Fate's Skein Hedarya, a Kaldar.<br /> :You have a wraithheart-set headdress trailing skeins of glacial bloodlace framing the contours of a heart-shaped face, a small hex lily set opposite its dark magenta twin tucked behind one of her ears, smolderingly intense stormy grey eyes, a slim animite septum ring threaded through an amaranth riftstone piercing the septum of an upturned nose and dimples. Your cinereous hair is very long and fine, and is worn tousled. You have pale skin and a scattering of silvery blue-sheened moonlight gardenias arrayed to elegantly emphasize a slender figure.<br /> :You are short for a Kaldar.<br /> :A square-cut glacier emerald is positioned between your eyes, glowing with a lustrous sheen against your skin.<br /> :You are an adult.<br /> :You have a single spiraling darkstone horn adorned with night diamonds jutting prominently from your forehead.<br /> :Your shoulder has a tattoo of a childish Kaldar dancing amid a field of zombies.<br /> <br /> <br /> :You are wearing a dark moonspun silk eyepatch embroidered with a golden eye, a small platinum hoop earring with a dangling diamond-capped moon pearl, some lusterless blackwater jet teardrop earrings, a deep black nightsilk cloak embroidered with a silver dagger, an arresting off-the-shoulder robe of glacial bloodlace, some silver-chased elbow spikes, a lumium target shield with a trimmed face, a lacquered ironwood parry stick with dark steelsilk straps, an ornate gloomwood ring, a grey cambrinth ring, a simple cambrinth anklet and some silvery velvet boots with shimmering moonstone clasps.''<br /> <br /> [[File:hedarya1.jpg]]<br /> <br /> <br /> == Alterations ==<br /> :'''Original:''' [[Item:Winged orichalcum headdress set with a large merlot ruby]] '''from''' [[Tildi's Blooms (3)]]<br /> :'''Alteration: '''''a wraithheart-set headdress trailing skeins of glacial bloodlace'' '''Done by:''' [[Keishalae]] '''At:''' [[Hollow Eve Festival 425]]<br /> :Spindly icesteel branches rise like oddly curled antlers from a slim circle of polished bone, their boughs strung with crystal slivers that clink together in a glassy cacophony at each turn. Silky skeins of argent bloodlace descend in graduated tiers down the back, fashioning a scintillating net that traces the spine in a glacial deluge of silvery fabric and ovals of lusterless blackwater jet. A solitary wraithheart is suspended from a chain at the front, designed to rest just above the wearer's brow.<br /> <br /> :'''Original:''' [[Item:Starlight velvet robe with a delicate night diamond clasp]] '''from''' [[Obscure Memories (5)]]<br /> :'''Alteration: '''''an arresting off-the-shoulder robe of glacial bloodlace'' '''Done by:''' [[Urdesas]] '''At:''' [[Hollow Eve Festival 425]]<br /> :Unconventional in design, this robe is made to cling to the wearer much like a gown would. A portrait neckline sweeps from shoulder-to-shoulder, crafted to expose the collarbones and a tasteful crescent of each shoulder when worn. Icesteel chains encircle a cinched waist, their many tiers boasting small slivers of wraithheart down the glacial hued fabric beneath. Flaring at the hips, the bloodlace skirt is designed to drop heavily to the floor in a wide sweeping bell.<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> <br /> ''&quot;Come with me, my darling, let us dance among the stars...&quot;''<br /> The methodic, metronomic clink of the teaspoon against a porcelain cup was her opus. Sugar, just a bit, cream, a dab of honey, cinnamon. Like everything, her tea had to be just so, but the wait was worth it. That first soothing sip that bloomed across her taste buds was a ritual performed every single morning. Without it, she may as well stride into town naked. Eventually she finished and glanced downward, tipping her cup so that the granulated liquid clinging to its bone belly shifted this way and that. Sticky, sickly sweet, the remnants would be far too overpowering for her refined palate, though they had their uses still.<br /> <br /> Her brand of augury may not be the popular practice, but it had served her well over the years. A flick of her finger and the ring upon her second digit separates, top from bottom, to reveal a thin shard of opaque glass. She lances the pad of her index finger, no wince of pain marring her smooth countenance as she then inserts the bleeding flesh into the sludge at the bottom of her cup and begins to stir. There is power in a number: once, twice, three times, she stirs, the wound already itching and tingling where spice and other residuum intrude. A low hum rises in her throat as she withdraws her hand, holding the wet finger aloft while grasping the cup firmly and tipping it over onto the matching saucer waiting below.<br /> <br /> Twisting the bottom of the cup in sharp, concise rotations, she counts slowly backward, storm-cloud grey eyes traveling along with its counter-clockwise path. When the elegantly curved handle arrives parallel to her once more, she stops, then closes her eyes and lifts the vessel, setting it aside. A strange mural unravels before her - unassuming and no more than a mess upon fine dishes to the untrained eye, but she sees far deeper. Scanning from left to right, up and down, she releases a quiet, introspective, &quot;Hmmm...&quot;, then carefully wipes a still bleeding finger on the cloth napkin in her lap. &quot;Well&quot; she muses, a slight smile catching the corner of her mouth. &quot;I suppose I had best get dressed.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> It drifted over her face in fine powder, clinging to pale hair, lashes<br /> <br /> and skin before melting into the warmth found there. Bleak, shining, the<br /> <br /> sun made dazzling diamonds of the snowfield around her, a sparkle born<br /> <br /> here like an upturned sky in which the earth is reduced to foggy<br /> <br /> atmosphere above the blinding radiance of a white-starred veil drawn<br /> <br /> over a Lady's chilled countenance. Frigid air slid into her lungs, a<br /> <br /> deep breath was taken; stillness breaks as from poppy-induced trancing<br /> <br /> she finds herself alone.<br /> <br /> <br /> Rather than seek respite in the fur mantle she wears, her cold fingers<br /> <br /> brush errant patterns in the snow, a soft flurry of words released in<br /> <br /> plumes of crystallised moisture to stain the brittle air biting her sore<br /> <br /> lips like glacial suitors intent on stealing kisses. &quot;You are cold, and<br /> <br /> You are beautiful&quot;, she sings, though her voice is lost in a gust of<br /> <br /> wind. &quot;Where the winter moon shines in hardship, the stars beckon&quot;. The<br /> <br /> timbre of her voice deepens as she reaches back with a hand and tugs the<br /> <br /> pelt from her shoulders, shrugging it off and leaving her bare as a babe<br /> <br /> in the boreal recesses of abandonment. Frosted tears like ornaments from<br /> <br /> flushed cheeks slide, caught and held, precious gems upon her skin --<br /> <br /> she is afraid.<br /> <br /> <br /> Frigid, the climate penetrates, exacerbates, and lifting a mirror in<br /> <br /> shaking hands she gazes upon her other self within the fogged glass. Her<br /> <br /> twin smiles and becomes the face of the moon -- pale and unflawed,<br /> <br /> though this imagery is broken as a crimson trickle slides across its<br /> <br /> ice-sheet surface. &quot;A prophesy broken&quot; she murmurs softly, the bloody<br /> <br /> portent noted with drawn brows while she presses a wounded hand to the<br /> <br /> mirror-self and washes her away in a smear of scarlet.<br /> <br /> <br /> Something profound slithers beneath her ivory skin, something pulses to<br /> <br /> a beat not unlike that of a heart. This rhythm refuses to synchronize<br /> <br /> with hers, instead coaxing her heart's thrum to play counterpart in an<br /> <br /> enthusiastic recital. Unable to do else, she takes up the drum and sets<br /> <br /> a beat with her palm, the soothing balm of a mystic's hymn uniting these<br /> <br /> two pulses of life in one purpose -- A symphony of spirituality.</div>

DAMSEL https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Hedarya&diff=480813 2017-11-23T03:11:05Z

<p>DAMSEL: </p> <hr /> <div>{{PC<br /> |name=Hedarya<br /> |status=a<br /> |race=Kaldar<br /> |gender=Female<br /> |instance=Prime<br /> |guild=Moon Mage<br /> }}<br /> <br /> <br /> == Seeress, Wordsmith, Star-eyed Wanderer ==<br /> <br /> ''Fate's Skein Hedarya, a Kaldar.<br /> :You have a wraithheart-set headdress trailing skeins of glacial bloodlace framing the contours of a heart-shaped face, a small hex lily set opposite its dark magenta twin tucked behind one of her ears, smolderingly intense stormy grey eyes, a slim animite septum ring threaded through an amaranth riftstone piercing the septum of an upturned nose and dimples. Your cinereous hair is very long and fine, and is worn tousled. You have pale skin and a scattering of silvery blue-sheened moonlight gardenias arrayed to elegantly emphasize a slender figure.<br /> :You are short for a Kaldar.<br /> :A square-cut glacier emerald is positioned between your eyes, glowing with a lustrous sheen against your skin.<br /> :You are an adult.<br /> :You have a single spiraling darkstone horn adorned with night diamonds jutting prominently from your forehead.<br /> :Your shoulder has a tattoo of a childish Kaldar dancing amid a field of zombies.<br /> <br /> <br /> :You are wearing a dark moonspun silk eyepatch embroidered with a golden eye, a small platinum hoop earring with a dangling diamond-capped moon pearl, some lusterless blackwater jet teardrop earrings, a deep black nightsilk cloak embroidered with a silver dagger, an arresting off-the-shoulder robe of glacial bloodlace, some silver-chased elbow spikes, a lumium target shield with a trimmed face, a lacquered ironwood parry stick with dark steelsilk straps, an ornate gloomwood ring, a grey cambrinth ring, a simple cambrinth anklet and some silvery velvet boots with shimmering moonstone clasps.''<br /> <br /> [[File:hedarya1.jpg]]<br /> <br /> <br /> == Alterations ==<br /> :'''Original:''' [[Item:Winged orichalcum headdress set with a large merlot ruby]] '''from''' [[Tildi's Blooms (3)]]<br /> :'''Alteration:'''''a wraithheart-set headdress trailing skeins of glacial bloodlace'' '''Done by:''' [[Keishalae]] '''At:''' [[Hollow Eve Festival 425]]<br /> :Spindly icesteel branches rise like oddly curled antlers from a slim circle of polished bone, their boughs strung with crystal slivers that clink together in a glassy cacophony at each turn. Silky skeins of argent bloodlace descend in graduated tiers down the back, fashioning a scintillating net that traces the spine in a glacial deluge of silvery fabric and ovals of lusterless blackwater jet. A solitary wraithheart is suspended from a chain at the front, designed to rest just above the wearer's brow.<br /> <br /> :'''Original:''' [[Item:Starlight velvet robe with a delicate night diamond clasp]] '''from''' [[Obscure Memories (5)]]<br /> :'''Alteration:'''''an arresting off-the-shoulder robe of glacial bloodlace'' '''Done by:''' [[Urdesas]] '''At:''' [[Hollow Eve Festival 425]]<br /> :Unconventional in design, this robe is made to cling to the wearer much like a gown would. A portrait neckline sweeps from shoulder-to-shoulder, crafted to expose the collarbones and a tasteful crescent of each shoulder when worn. Icesteel chains encircle a cinched waist, their many tiers boasting small slivers of wraithheart down the glacial hued fabric beneath. Flaring at the hips, the bloodlace skirt is designed to drop heavily to the floor in a wide sweeping bell.<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> <br /> ''&quot;Come with me, my darling, let us dance among the stars...&quot;''<br /> The methodic, metronomic clink of the teaspoon against a porcelain cup was her opus. Sugar, just a bit, cream, a dab of honey, cinnamon. Like everything, her tea had to be just so, but the wait was worth it. That first soothing sip that bloomed across her taste buds was a ritual performed every single morning. Without it, she may as well stride into town naked. Eventually she finished and glanced downward, tipping her cup so that the granulated liquid clinging to its bone belly shifted this way and that. Sticky, sickly sweet, the remnants would be far too overpowering for her refined palate, though they had their uses still.<br /> <br /> Her brand of augury may not be the popular practice, but it had served her well over the years. A flick of her finger and the ring upon her second digit separates, top from bottom, to reveal a thin shard of opaque glass. She lances the pad of her index finger, no wince of pain marring her smooth countenance as she then inserts the bleeding flesh into the sludge at the bottom of her cup and begins to stir. There is power in a number: once, twice, three times, she stirs, the wound already itching and tingling where spice and other residuum intrude. A low hum rises in her throat as she withdraws her hand, holding the wet finger aloft while grasping the cup firmly and tipping it over onto the matching saucer waiting below.<br /> <br /> Twisting the bottom of the cup in sharp, concise rotations, she counts slowly backward, storm-cloud grey eyes traveling along with its counter-clockwise path. When the elegantly curved handle arrives parallel to her once more, she stops, then closes her eyes and lifts the vessel, setting it aside. A strange mural unravels before her - unassuming and no more than a mess upon fine dishes to the untrained eye, but she sees far deeper. Scanning from left to right, up and down, she releases a quiet, introspective, &quot;Hmmm...&quot;, then carefully wipes a still bleeding finger on the cloth napkin in her lap. &quot;Well&quot; she muses, a slight smile catching the corner of her mouth. &quot;I suppose I had best get dressed.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> It drifted over her face in fine powder, clinging to pale hair, lashes<br /> <br /> and skin before melting into the warmth found there. Bleak, shining, the<br /> <br /> sun made dazzling diamonds of the snowfield around her, a sparkle born<br /> <br /> here like an upturned sky in which the earth is reduced to foggy<br /> <br /> atmosphere above the blinding radiance of a white-starred veil drawn<br /> <br /> over a Lady's chilled countenance. Frigid air slid into her lungs, a<br /> <br /> deep breath was taken; stillness breaks as from poppy-induced trancing<br /> <br /> she finds herself alone.<br /> <br /> <br /> Rather than seek respite in the fur mantle she wears, her cold fingers<br /> <br /> brush errant patterns in the snow, a soft flurry of words released in<br /> <br /> plumes of crystallised moisture to stain the brittle air biting her sore<br /> <br /> lips like glacial suitors intent on stealing kisses. &quot;You are cold, and<br /> <br /> You are beautiful&quot;, she sings, though her voice is lost in a gust of<br /> <br /> wind. &quot;Where the winter moon shines in hardship, the stars beckon&quot;. The<br /> <br /> timbre of her voice deepens as she reaches back with a hand and tugs the<br /> <br /> pelt from her shoulders, shrugging it off and leaving her bare as a babe<br /> <br /> in the boreal recesses of abandonment. Frosted tears like ornaments from<br /> <br /> flushed cheeks slide, caught and held, precious gems upon her skin --<br /> <br /> she is afraid.<br /> <br /> <br /> Frigid, the climate penetrates, exacerbates, and lifting a mirror in<br /> <br /> shaking hands she gazes upon her other self within the fogged glass. Her<br /> <br /> twin smiles and becomes the face of the moon -- pale and unflawed,<br /> <br /> though this imagery is broken as a crimson trickle slides across its<br /> <br /> ice-sheet surface. &quot;A prophesy broken&quot; she murmurs softly, the bloody<br /> <br /> portent noted with drawn brows while she presses a wounded hand to the<br /> <br /> mirror-self and washes her away in a smear of scarlet.<br /> <br /> <br /> Something profound slithers beneath her ivory skin, something pulses to<br /> <br /> a beat not unlike that of a heart. This rhythm refuses to synchronize<br /> <br /> with hers, instead coaxing her heart's thrum to play counterpart in an<br /> <br /> enthusiastic recital. Unable to do else, she takes up the drum and sets<br /> <br /> a beat with her palm, the soothing balm of a mystic's hymn uniting these<br /> <br /> two pulses of life in one purpose -- A symphony of spirituality.</div>

DAMSEL https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Hedarya&diff=480812 2017-11-23T03:10:12Z

<p>DAMSEL: </p> <hr /> <div>{{PC<br /> |name=Hedarya<br /> |status=a<br /> |race=Kaldar<br /> |gender=Female<br /> |instance=Prime<br /> |guild=Moon Mage<br /> }}<br /> <br /> <br /> == Seeress, Wordsmith, Star-eyed Wanderer ==<br /> <br /> ''Fate's Skein Hedarya, a Kaldar.<br /> :You have a wraithheart-set headdress trailing skeins of glacial bloodlace framing the contours of a heart-shaped face, a small hex lily set opposite its dark magenta twin tucked behind one of her ears, smolderingly intense stormy grey eyes, a slim animite septum ring threaded through an amaranth riftstone piercing the septum of an upturned nose and dimples. Your cinereous hair is very long and fine, and is worn tousled. You have pale skin and a scattering of silvery blue-sheened moonlight gardenias arrayed to elegantly emphasize a slender figure.<br /> :You are short for a Kaldar.<br /> :A square-cut glacier emerald is positioned between your eyes, glowing with a lustrous sheen against your skin.<br /> :You are an adult.<br /> :You have a single spiraling darkstone horn adorned with night diamonds jutting prominently from your forehead.<br /> :Your shoulder has a tattoo of a childish Kaldar dancing amid a field of zombies.<br /> <br /> <br /> :You are wearing a dark moonspun silk eyepatch embroidered with a golden eye, a small platinum hoop earring with a dangling diamond-capped moon pearl, some lusterless blackwater jet teardrop earrings, a deep black nightsilk cloak embroidered with a silver dagger, some flowing nightsilk robes, some silver-chased elbow spikes, a lumium target shield with a trimmed face, a lacquered ironwood parry stick with dark steelsilk straps, an ornate gloomwood ring, a grey cambrinth ring, a simple cambrinth anklet and some silvery velvet boots with shimmering moonstone clasps.''<br /> <br /> [[File:hedarya1.jpg]]<br /> <br /> <br /> == Alterations ==<br /> :'''Original:''' [[Item:Winged orichalcum headdress set with a large merlot ruby]] '''from''' [[Tildi's Blooms (3)]]<br /> :'''Alteration:'''''a wraithheart-set headdress trailing skeins of glacial bloodlace'' '''Done by:''' [[Keishalae]] '''At:''' [[Hollow Eve Festival 425]]<br /> :Spindly icesteel branches rise like oddly curled antlers from a slim circle of polished bone, their boughs strung with crystal slivers that clink together in a glassy cacophony at each turn. Silky skeins of argent bloodlace descend in graduated tiers down the back, fashioning a scintillating net that traces the spine in a glacial deluge of silvery fabric and ovals of lusterless blackwater jet. A solitary wraithheart is suspended from a chain at the front, designed to rest just above the wearer's brow.<br /> <br /> :'''Original:''' [[Item:Starlight velvet robe with a delicate night diamond_clasp]] '''from''' [[Obscure Memories (5))]]<br /> :'''Alteration:'''''an arresting off-the-shoulder robe of glacial bloodlace'' '''Done by:''' [[Urdesas]] '''At:''' [[Hollow Eve Festival 425]]<br /> :Unconventional in design, this robe is made to cling to the wearer much like a gown would. A portrait neckline sweeps from shoulder-to-shoulder, crafted to expose the collarbones and a tasteful crescent of each shoulder when worn. Icesteel chains encircle a cinched waist, their many tiers boasting small slivers of wraithheart down the glacial hued fabric beneath. Flaring at the hips, the bloodlace skirt is designed to drop heavily to the floor in a wide sweeping bell.<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> <br /> ''&quot;Come with me, my darling, let us dance among the stars...&quot;''<br /> The methodic, metronomic clink of the teaspoon against a porcelain cup was her opus. Sugar, just a bit, cream, a dab of honey, cinnamon. Like everything, her tea had to be just so, but the wait was worth it. That first soothing sip that bloomed across her taste buds was a ritual performed every single morning. Without it, she may as well stride into town naked. Eventually she finished and glanced downward, tipping her cup so that the granulated liquid clinging to its bone belly shifted this way and that. Sticky, sickly sweet, the remnants would be far too overpowering for her refined palate, though they had their uses still.<br /> <br /> Her brand of augury may not be the popular practice, but it had served her well over the years. A flick of her finger and the ring upon her second digit separates, top from bottom, to reveal a thin shard of opaque glass. She lances the pad of her index finger, no wince of pain marring her smooth countenance as she then inserts the bleeding flesh into the sludge at the bottom of her cup and begins to stir. There is power in a number: once, twice, three times, she stirs, the wound already itching and tingling where spice and other residuum intrude. A low hum rises in her throat as she withdraws her hand, holding the wet finger aloft while grasping the cup firmly and tipping it over onto the matching saucer waiting below.<br /> <br /> Twisting the bottom of the cup in sharp, concise rotations, she counts slowly backward, storm-cloud grey eyes traveling along with its counter-clockwise path. When the elegantly curved handle arrives parallel to her once more, she stops, then closes her eyes and lifts the vessel, setting it aside. A strange mural unravels before her - unassuming and no more than a mess upon fine dishes to the untrained eye, but she sees far deeper. Scanning from left to right, up and down, she releases a quiet, introspective, &quot;Hmmm...&quot;, then carefully wipes a still bleeding finger on the cloth napkin in her lap. &quot;Well&quot; she muses, a slight smile catching the corner of her mouth. &quot;I suppose I had best get dressed.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> It drifted over her face in fine powder, clinging to pale hair, lashes<br /> <br /> and skin before melting into the warmth found there. Bleak, shining, the<br /> <br /> sun made dazzling diamonds of the snowfield around her, a sparkle born<br /> <br /> here like an upturned sky in which the earth is reduced to foggy<br /> <br /> atmosphere above the blinding radiance of a white-starred veil drawn<br /> <br /> over a Lady's chilled countenance. Frigid air slid into her lungs, a<br /> <br /> deep breath was taken; stillness breaks as from poppy-induced trancing<br /> <br /> she finds herself alone.<br /> <br /> <br /> Rather than seek respite in the fur mantle she wears, her cold fingers<br /> <br /> brush errant patterns in the snow, a soft flurry of words released in<br /> <br /> plumes of crystallised moisture to stain the brittle air biting her sore<br /> <br /> lips like glacial suitors intent on stealing kisses. &quot;You are cold, and<br /> <br /> You are beautiful&quot;, she sings, though her voice is lost in a gust of<br /> <br /> wind. &quot;Where the winter moon shines in hardship, the stars beckon&quot;. The<br /> <br /> timbre of her voice deepens as she reaches back with a hand and tugs the<br /> <br /> pelt from her shoulders, shrugging it off and leaving her bare as a babe<br /> <br /> in the boreal recesses of abandonment. Frosted tears like ornaments from<br /> <br /> flushed cheeks slide, caught and held, precious gems upon her skin --<br /> <br /> she is afraid.<br /> <br /> <br /> Frigid, the climate penetrates, exacerbates, and lifting a mirror in<br /> <br /> shaking hands she gazes upon her other self within the fogged glass. Her<br /> <br /> twin smiles and becomes the face of the moon -- pale and unflawed,<br /> <br /> though this imagery is broken as a crimson trickle slides across its<br /> <br /> ice-sheet surface. &quot;A prophesy broken&quot; she murmurs softly, the bloody<br /> <br /> portent noted with drawn brows while she presses a wounded hand to the<br /> <br /> mirror-self and washes her away in a smear of scarlet.<br /> <br /> <br /> Something profound slithers beneath her ivory skin, something pulses to<br /> <br /> a beat not unlike that of a heart. This rhythm refuses to synchronize<br /> <br /> with hers, instead coaxing her heart's thrum to play counterpart in an<br /> <br /> enthusiastic recital. Unable to do else, she takes up the drum and sets<br /> <br /> a beat with her palm, the soothing balm of a mystic's hymn uniting these<br /> <br /> two pulses of life in one purpose -- A symphony of spirituality.</div>

DAMSEL https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Item:Petite_porcelain_primrose&diff=480782 2017-11-22T23:48:04Z

<p>DAMSEL: Created page with &quot;{{Item |sourcetype=- |fname=No }} Worn: Person&#039;s eyes are large, extravagantly lashed and glassy, their unblinking brightness reminiscent of a doll&#039;s unnerving clarity. Rosy,...&quot;</p> <hr /> <div>{{Item<br /> |sourcetype=-<br /> |fname=No<br /> }}<br /> Worn: Person's eyes are large, extravagantly lashed and glassy, their unblinking brightness reminiscent of a doll's unnerving clarity. Rosy, cherubic cheeks are stained with rouge in the form of perfect circles that frame pretty pink pouting lips. A chain of braided primrose curls above his/her temples on either side, trailing down each cheek to the curve of his/her dimpled chin</div>

DAMSEL https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Hedarya&diff=480456 2017-11-18T16:46:07Z

<p>DAMSEL: /* Alterations */</p> <hr /> <div>{{PC<br /> |name=Hedarya<br /> |status=a<br /> |race=Kaldar<br /> |gender=Female<br /> |instance=Prime<br /> |guild=Moon Mage<br /> }}<br /> <br /> <br /> == Seeress, Wordsmith, Star-eyed Wanderer ==<br /> <br /> ''Fate's Skein Hedarya, a Kaldar.<br /> :You have a wraithheart-set headdress trailing skeins of glacial bloodlace framing the contours of a heart-shaped face, a small hex lily set opposite its dark magenta twin tucked behind one of her ears, smolderingly intense stormy grey eyes, a slim animite septum ring threaded through an amaranth riftstone piercing the septum of an upturned nose and dimples. Your cinereous hair is very long and fine, and is worn tousled. You have pale skin and a scattering of silvery blue-sheened moonlight gardenias arrayed to elegantly emphasize a slender figure.<br /> :You are short for a Kaldar.<br /> :A square-cut glacier emerald is positioned between your eyes, glowing with a lustrous sheen against your skin.<br /> :You are an adult.<br /> :You have a single spiraling darkstone horn adorned with night diamonds jutting prominently from your forehead.<br /> :Your shoulder has a tattoo of a childish Kaldar dancing amid a field of zombies.<br /> <br /> <br /> :You are wearing a dark moonspun silk eyepatch embroidered with a golden eye, a small platinum hoop earring with a dangling diamond-capped moon pearl, some lusterless blackwater jet teardrop earrings, a deep black nightsilk cloak embroidered with a silver dagger, some flowing nightsilk robes, some silver-chased elbow spikes, a lumium target shield with a trimmed face, a lacquered ironwood parry stick with dark steelsilk straps, an ornate gloomwood ring, a grey cambrinth ring, a simple cambrinth anklet and some silvery velvet boots with shimmering moonstone clasps.''<br /> <br /> [[File:hedarya1.jpg]]<br /> <br /> <br /> == Alterations ==<br /> :'''Original:''' [[Item:Winged orichalcum headdress set with a large merlot ruby]] '''from''' [[Tildi's Blooms (3)]]<br /> :'''Alteration:'''''a wraithheart-set headdress trailing skeins of glacial bloodlace'' '''Done by:''' [[Keishalae]] '''At:''' [[Hollow Eve Festival 425]]<br /> :Spindly icesteel branches rise like oddly curled antlers from a slim circle of polished bone, their boughs strung with crystal slivers that clink together in a glassy cacophony at each turn. Silky skeins of argent bloodlace descend in graduated tiers down the back, fashioning a scintillating net that traces the spine in a glacial deluge of silvery fabric and ovals of lusterless blackwater jet. A solitary wraithheart is suspended from a chain at the front, designed to rest just above the wearer's brow.<br /> <br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> <br /> ''&quot;Come with me, my darling, let us dance among the stars...&quot;''<br /> The methodic, metronomic clink of the teaspoon against a porcelain cup was her opus. Sugar, just a bit, cream, a dab of honey, cinnamon. Like everything, her tea had to be just so, but the wait was worth it. That first soothing sip that bloomed across her taste buds was a ritual performed every single morning. Without it, she may as well stride into town naked. Eventually she finished and glanced downward, tipping her cup so that the granulated liquid clinging to its bone belly shifted this way and that. Sticky, sickly sweet, the remnants would be far too overpowering for her refined palate, though they had their uses still.<br /> <br /> Her brand of augury may not be the popular practice, but it had served her well over the years. A flick of her finger and the ring upon her second digit separates, top from bottom, to reveal a thin shard of opaque glass. She lances the pad of her index finger, no wince of pain marring her smooth countenance as she then inserts the bleeding flesh into the sludge at the bottom of her cup and begins to stir. There is power in a number: once, twice, three times, she stirs, the wound already itching and tingling where spice and other residuum intrude. A low hum rises in her throat as she withdraws her hand, holding the wet finger aloft while grasping the cup firmly and tipping it over onto the matching saucer waiting below.<br /> <br /> Twisting the bottom of the cup in sharp, concise rotations, she counts slowly backward, storm-cloud grey eyes traveling along with its counter-clockwise path. When the elegantly curved handle arrives parallel to her once more, she stops, then closes her eyes and lifts the vessel, setting it aside. A strange mural unravels before her - unassuming and no more than a mess upon fine dishes to the untrained eye, but she sees far deeper. Scanning from left to right, up and down, she releases a quiet, introspective, &quot;Hmmm...&quot;, then carefully wipes a still bleeding finger on the cloth napkin in her lap. &quot;Well&quot; she muses, a slight smile catching the corner of her mouth. &quot;I suppose I had best get dressed.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> It drifted over her face in fine powder, clinging to pale hair, lashes<br /> <br /> and skin before melting into the warmth found there. Bleak, shining, the<br /> <br /> sun made dazzling diamonds of the snowfield around her, a sparkle born<br /> <br /> here like an upturned sky in which the earth is reduced to foggy<br /> <br /> atmosphere above the blinding radiance of a white-starred veil drawn<br /> <br /> over a Lady's chilled countenance. Frigid air slid into her lungs, a<br /> <br /> deep breath was taken; stillness breaks as from poppy-induced trancing<br /> <br /> she finds herself alone.<br /> <br /> <br /> Rather than seek respite in the fur mantle she wears, her cold fingers<br /> <br /> brush errant patterns in the snow, a soft flurry of words released in<br /> <br /> plumes of crystallised moisture to stain the brittle air biting her sore<br /> <br /> lips like glacial suitors intent on stealing kisses. &quot;You are cold, and<br /> <br /> You are beautiful&quot;, she sings, though her voice is lost in a gust of<br /> <br /> wind. &quot;Where the winter moon shines in hardship, the stars beckon&quot;. The<br /> <br /> timbre of her voice deepens as she reaches back with a hand and tugs the<br /> <br /> pelt from her shoulders, shrugging it off and leaving her bare as a babe<br /> <br /> in the boreal recesses of abandonment. Frosted tears like ornaments from<br /> <br /> flushed cheeks slide, caught and held, precious gems upon her skin --<br /> <br /> she is afraid.<br /> <br /> <br /> Frigid, the climate penetrates, exacerbates, and lifting a mirror in<br /> <br /> shaking hands she gazes upon her other self within the fogged glass. Her<br /> <br /> twin smiles and becomes the face of the moon -- pale and unflawed,<br /> <br /> though this imagery is broken as a crimson trickle slides across its<br /> <br /> ice-sheet surface. &quot;A prophesy broken&quot; she murmurs softly, the bloody<br /> <br /> portent noted with drawn brows while she presses a wounded hand to the<br /> <br /> mirror-self and washes her away in a smear of scarlet.<br /> <br /> <br /> Something profound slithers beneath her ivory skin, something pulses to<br /> <br /> a beat not unlike that of a heart. This rhythm refuses to synchronize<br /> <br /> with hers, instead coaxing her heart's thrum to play counterpart in an<br /> <br /> enthusiastic recital. Unable to do else, she takes up the drum and sets<br /> <br /> a beat with her palm, the soothing balm of a mystic's hymn uniting these<br /> <br /> two pulses of life in one purpose -- A symphony of spirituality.</div>

DAMSEL https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Hedarya&diff=480455 2017-11-18T16:44:41Z

<p>DAMSEL: </p> <hr /> <div>{{PC<br /> |name=Hedarya<br /> |status=a<br /> |race=Kaldar<br /> |gender=Female<br /> |instance=Prime<br /> |guild=Moon Mage<br /> }}<br /> <br /> <br /> == Seeress, Wordsmith, Star-eyed Wanderer ==<br /> <br /> ''Fate's Skein Hedarya, a Kaldar.<br /> :You have a wraithheart-set headdress trailing skeins of glacial bloodlace framing the contours of a heart-shaped face, a small hex lily set opposite its dark magenta twin tucked behind one of her ears, smolderingly intense stormy grey eyes, a slim animite septum ring threaded through an amaranth riftstone piercing the septum of an upturned nose and dimples. Your cinereous hair is very long and fine, and is worn tousled. You have pale skin and a scattering of silvery blue-sheened moonlight gardenias arrayed to elegantly emphasize a slender figure.<br /> :You are short for a Kaldar.<br /> :A square-cut glacier emerald is positioned between your eyes, glowing with a lustrous sheen against your skin.<br /> :You are an adult.<br /> :You have a single spiraling darkstone horn adorned with night diamonds jutting prominently from your forehead.<br /> :Your shoulder has a tattoo of a childish Kaldar dancing amid a field of zombies.<br /> <br /> <br /> :You are wearing a dark moonspun silk eyepatch embroidered with a golden eye, a small platinum hoop earring with a dangling diamond-capped moon pearl, some lusterless blackwater jet teardrop earrings, a deep black nightsilk cloak embroidered with a silver dagger, some flowing nightsilk robes, some silver-chased elbow spikes, a lumium target shield with a trimmed face, a lacquered ironwood parry stick with dark steelsilk straps, an ornate gloomwood ring, a grey cambrinth ring, a simple cambrinth anklet and some silvery velvet boots with shimmering moonstone clasps.''<br /> <br /> [[File:hedarya1.jpg]]<br /> <br /> <br /> == Alterations ==<br /> :'''Original:''' [[Item:Winged_orichalcum_headdress_set_with_a_large_merlot_ruby]] '''from''' [[Tildi's Blooms (3)]]<br /> :'''Alteration:'''''a wraithheart-set headdress trailing skeins of glacial bloodlace'' '''Done by:''' [[Keishalae]] '''At:''' [[Hollow_Eve_Festival_425]]<br /> :Spindly icesteel branches rise like oddly curled antlers from a slim circle of polished bone, their boughs strung with crystal slivers that clink together in a glassy cacophony at each turn. Silky skeins of argent bloodlace descend in graduated tiers down the back, fashioning a scintillating net that traces the spine in a glacial deluge of silvery fabric and ovals of lusterless blackwater jet. A solitary wraithheart is suspended from a chain at the front, designed to rest just above the wearer's brow.<br /> <br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> <br /> ''&quot;Come with me, my darling, let us dance among the stars...&quot;''<br /> The methodic, metronomic clink of the teaspoon against a porcelain cup was her opus. Sugar, just a bit, cream, a dab of honey, cinnamon. Like everything, her tea had to be just so, but the wait was worth it. That first soothing sip that bloomed across her taste buds was a ritual performed every single morning. Without it, she may as well stride into town naked. Eventually she finished and glanced downward, tipping her cup so that the granulated liquid clinging to its bone belly shifted this way and that. Sticky, sickly sweet, the remnants would be far too overpowering for her refined palate, though they had their uses still.<br /> <br /> Her brand of augury may not be the popular practice, but it had served her well over the years. A flick of her finger and the ring upon her second digit separates, top from bottom, to reveal a thin shard of opaque glass. She lances the pad of her index finger, no wince of pain marring her smooth countenance as she then inserts the bleeding flesh into the sludge at the bottom of her cup and begins to stir. There is power in a number: once, twice, three times, she stirs, the wound already itching and tingling where spice and other residuum intrude. A low hum rises in her throat as she withdraws her hand, holding the wet finger aloft while grasping the cup firmly and tipping it over onto the matching saucer waiting below.<br /> <br /> Twisting the bottom of the cup in sharp, concise rotations, she counts slowly backward, storm-cloud grey eyes traveling along with its counter-clockwise path. When the elegantly curved handle arrives parallel to her once more, she stops, then closes her eyes and lifts the vessel, setting it aside. A strange mural unravels before her - unassuming and no more than a mess upon fine dishes to the untrained eye, but she sees far deeper. Scanning from left to right, up and down, she releases a quiet, introspective, &quot;Hmmm...&quot;, then carefully wipes a still bleeding finger on the cloth napkin in her lap. &quot;Well&quot; she muses, a slight smile catching the corner of her mouth. &quot;I suppose I had best get dressed.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> It drifted over her face in fine powder, clinging to pale hair, lashes<br /> <br /> and skin before melting into the warmth found there. Bleak, shining, the<br /> <br /> sun made dazzling diamonds of the snowfield around her, a sparkle born<br /> <br /> here like an upturned sky in which the earth is reduced to foggy<br /> <br /> atmosphere above the blinding radiance of a white-starred veil drawn<br /> <br /> over a Lady's chilled countenance. Frigid air slid into her lungs, a<br /> <br /> deep breath was taken; stillness breaks as from poppy-induced trancing<br /> <br /> she finds herself alone.<br /> <br /> <br /> Rather than seek respite in the fur mantle she wears, her cold fingers<br /> <br /> brush errant patterns in the snow, a soft flurry of words released in<br /> <br /> plumes of crystallised moisture to stain the brittle air biting her sore<br /> <br /> lips like glacial suitors intent on stealing kisses. &quot;You are cold, and<br /> <br /> You are beautiful&quot;, she sings, though her voice is lost in a gust of<br /> <br /> wind. &quot;Where the winter moon shines in hardship, the stars beckon&quot;. The<br /> <br /> timbre of her voice deepens as she reaches back with a hand and tugs the<br /> <br /> pelt from her shoulders, shrugging it off and leaving her bare as a babe<br /> <br /> in the boreal recesses of abandonment. Frosted tears like ornaments from<br /> <br /> flushed cheeks slide, caught and held, precious gems upon her skin --<br /> <br /> she is afraid.<br /> <br /> <br /> Frigid, the climate penetrates, exacerbates, and lifting a mirror in<br /> <br /> shaking hands she gazes upon her other self within the fogged glass. Her<br /> <br /> twin smiles and becomes the face of the moon -- pale and unflawed,<br /> <br /> though this imagery is broken as a crimson trickle slides across its<br /> <br /> ice-sheet surface. &quot;A prophesy broken&quot; she murmurs softly, the bloody<br /> <br /> portent noted with drawn brows while she presses a wounded hand to the<br /> <br /> mirror-self and washes her away in a smear of scarlet.<br /> <br /> <br /> Something profound slithers beneath her ivory skin, something pulses to<br /> <br /> a beat not unlike that of a heart. This rhythm refuses to synchronize<br /> <br /> with hers, instead coaxing her heart's thrum to play counterpart in an<br /> <br /> enthusiastic recital. Unable to do else, she takes up the drum and sets<br /> <br /> a beat with her palm, the soothing balm of a mystic's hymn uniting these<br /> <br /> two pulses of life in one purpose -- A symphony of spirituality.</div>

DAMSEL https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Hedarya&diff=480454 2017-11-18T16:42:53Z

<p>DAMSEL: </p> <hr /> <div>{{PC<br /> |name=Hedarya<br /> |status=a<br /> |race=Kaldar<br /> |gender=Female<br /> |instance=Prime<br /> |guild=Moon Mage<br /> }}<br /> <br /> <br /> == Seeress, Wordsmith, Star-eyed Wanderer ==<br /> <br /> ''Fate's Skein Hedarya, a Kaldar.<br /> :You have a wraithheart-set headdress trailing skeins of glacial bloodlace framing the contours of a heart-shaped face, a small hex lily set opposite its dark magenta twin tucked behind one of her ears, smolderingly intense stormy grey eyes, a slim animite septum ring threaded through an amaranth riftstone piercing the septum of an upturned nose and dimples. Your cinereous hair is very long and fine, and is worn tousled. You have pale skin and a scattering of silvery blue-sheened moonlight gardenias arrayed to elegantly emphasize a slender figure.<br /> :You are short for a Kaldar.<br /> :A square-cut glacier emerald is positioned between your eyes, glowing with a lustrous sheen against your skin.<br /> :You are an adult.<br /> :You have a single spiraling darkstone horn adorned with night diamonds jutting prominently from your forehead.<br /> :Your shoulder has a tattoo of a childish Kaldar dancing amid a field of zombies.<br /> <br /> <br /> :You are wearing a dark moonspun silk eyepatch embroidered with a golden eye, a small platinum hoop earring with a dangling diamond-capped moon pearl, some lusterless blackwater jet teardrop earrings, a deep black nightsilk cloak embroidered with a silver dagger, some flowing nightsilk robes, some silver-chased elbow spikes, a lumium target shield with a trimmed face, a lacquered ironwood parry stick with dark steelsilk straps, an ornate gloomwood ring, a grey cambrinth ring, a simple cambrinth anklet and some silvery velvet boots with shimmering moonstone clasps.''<br /> <br /> [[File:hedarya1.jpg]]<br /> <br /> <br /> == Alterations ==<br /> :'''Original:''' [[winged orichalcum headdress set with a large merlot ruby]] '''from''' [[Tildi's Blooms (3)]]<br /> :'''Alteration:'''''a wraithheart-set headdress trailing skeins of glacial bloodlace'' '''Done by:''' [[Keishalae]] '''At:''' [[Hollow Eve Festival 245]]<br /> :Spindly icesteel branches rise like oddly curled antlers from a slim circle of polished bone, their boughs strung with crystal slivers that clink together in a glassy cacophony at each turn. Silky skeins of argent bloodlace descend in graduated tiers down the back, fashioning a scintillating net that traces the spine in a glacial deluge of silvery fabric and ovals of lusterless blackwater jet. A solitary wraithheart is suspended from a chain at the front, designed to rest just above the wearer's brow.<br /> <br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> <br /> ''&quot;Come with me, my darling, let us dance among the stars...&quot;''<br /> The methodic, metronomic clink of the teaspoon against a porcelain cup was her opus. Sugar, just a bit, cream, a dab of honey, cinnamon. Like everything, her tea had to be just so, but the wait was worth it. That first soothing sip that bloomed across her taste buds was a ritual performed every single morning. Without it, she may as well stride into town naked. Eventually she finished and glanced downward, tipping her cup so that the granulated liquid clinging to its bone belly shifted this way and that. Sticky, sickly sweet, the remnants would be far too overpowering for her refined palate, though they had their uses still.<br /> <br /> Her brand of augury may not be the popular practice, but it had served her well over the years. A flick of her finger and the ring upon her second digit separates, top from bottom, to reveal a thin shard of opaque glass. She lances the pad of her index finger, no wince of pain marring her smooth countenance as she then inserts the bleeding flesh into the sludge at the bottom of her cup and begins to stir. There is power in a number: once, twice, three times, she stirs, the wound already itching and tingling where spice and other residuum intrude. A low hum rises in her throat as she withdraws her hand, holding the wet finger aloft while grasping the cup firmly and tipping it over onto the matching saucer waiting below.<br /> <br /> Twisting the bottom of the cup in sharp, concise rotations, she counts slowly backward, storm-cloud grey eyes traveling along with its counter-clockwise path. When the elegantly curved handle arrives parallel to her once more, she stops, then closes her eyes and lifts the vessel, setting it aside. A strange mural unravels before her - unassuming and no more than a mess upon fine dishes to the untrained eye, but she sees far deeper. Scanning from left to right, up and down, she releases a quiet, introspective, &quot;Hmmm...&quot;, then carefully wipes a still bleeding finger on the cloth napkin in her lap. &quot;Well&quot; she muses, a slight smile catching the corner of her mouth. &quot;I suppose I had best get dressed.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> It drifted over her face in fine powder, clinging to pale hair, lashes<br /> <br /> and skin before melting into the warmth found there. Bleak, shining, the<br /> <br /> sun made dazzling diamonds of the snowfield around her, a sparkle born<br /> <br /> here like an upturned sky in which the earth is reduced to foggy<br /> <br /> atmosphere above the blinding radiance of a white-starred veil drawn<br /> <br /> over a Lady's chilled countenance. Frigid air slid into her lungs, a<br /> <br /> deep breath was taken; stillness breaks as from poppy-induced trancing<br /> <br /> she finds herself alone.<br /> <br /> <br /> Rather than seek respite in the fur mantle she wears, her cold fingers<br /> <br /> brush errant patterns in the snow, a soft flurry of words released in<br /> <br /> plumes of crystallised moisture to stain the brittle air biting her sore<br /> <br /> lips like glacial suitors intent on stealing kisses. &quot;You are cold, and<br /> <br /> You are beautiful&quot;, she sings, though her voice is lost in a gust of<br /> <br /> wind. &quot;Where the winter moon shines in hardship, the stars beckon&quot;. The<br /> <br /> timbre of her voice deepens as she reaches back with a hand and tugs the<br /> <br /> pelt from her shoulders, shrugging it off and leaving her bare as a babe<br /> <br /> in the boreal recesses of abandonment. Frosted tears like ornaments from<br /> <br /> flushed cheeks slide, caught and held, precious gems upon her skin --<br /> <br /> she is afraid.<br /> <br /> <br /> Frigid, the climate penetrates, exacerbates, and lifting a mirror in<br /> <br /> shaking hands she gazes upon her other self within the fogged glass. Her<br /> <br /> twin smiles and becomes the face of the moon -- pale and unflawed,<br /> <br /> though this imagery is broken as a crimson trickle slides across its<br /> <br /> ice-sheet surface. &quot;A prophesy broken&quot; she murmurs softly, the bloody<br /> <br /> portent noted with drawn brows while she presses a wounded hand to the<br /> <br /> mirror-self and washes her away in a smear of scarlet.<br /> <br /> <br /> Something profound slithers beneath her ivory skin, something pulses to<br /> <br /> a beat not unlike that of a heart. This rhythm refuses to synchronize<br /> <br /> with hers, instead coaxing her heart's thrum to play counterpart in an<br /> <br /> enthusiastic recital. Unable to do else, she takes up the drum and sets<br /> <br /> a beat with her palm, the soothing balm of a mystic's hymn uniting these<br /> <br /> two pulses of life in one purpose -- A symphony of spirituality.</div>

DAMSEL https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Hedarya&diff=480453 2017-11-18T16:41:41Z

<p>DAMSEL: </p> <hr /> <div>{{PC<br /> |name=Hedarya<br /> |status=a<br /> |race=Kaldar<br /> |gender=Female<br /> |instance=Prime<br /> |guild=Moon Mage<br /> }}<br /> <br /> <br /> == Seeress, Wordsmith, Star-eyed Wanderer ==<br /> <br /> ''Fate's Skein Hedarya, a Kaldar.<br /> :You have a wraithheart-set headdress trailing skeins of glacial bloodlace framing the contours of a heart-shaped face, a small hex lily set opposite its dark magenta twin tucked behind one of her ears, smolderingly intense stormy grey eyes, a slim animite septum ring threaded through an amaranth riftstone piercing the septum of an upturned nose and dimples. Your cinereous hair is very long and fine, and is worn tousled. You have pale skin and a scattering of silvery blue-sheened moonlight gardenias arrayed to elegantly emphasize a slender figure.<br /> :You are short for a Kaldar.<br /> :A square-cut glacier emerald is positioned between your eyes, glowing with a lustrous sheen against your skin.<br /> :You are an adult.<br /> :You have a single spiraling darkstone horn adorned with night diamonds jutting prominently from your forehead.<br /> :Your shoulder has a tattoo of a childish Kaldar dancing amid a field of zombies.<br /> <br /> <br /> :You are wearing a dark moonspun silk eyepatch embroidered with a golden eye, a small platinum hoop earring with a dangling diamond-capped moon pearl, some lusterless blackwater jet teardrop earrings, a deep black nightsilk cloak embroidered with a silver dagger, some flowing nightsilk robes, some silver-chased elbow spikes, a lumium target shield with a trimmed face, a lacquered ironwood parry stick with dark steelsilk straps, an ornate gloomwood ring, a grey cambrinth ring, a simple cambrinth anklet and some silvery velvet boots with shimmering moonstone clasps.''<br /> <br /> [[File:hedarya1.jpg]]<br /> <br /> <br /> == Alterations ==<br /> :Original: [[winged orichalcum headdress set with a large merlot rub]]y from [[Tildi's Blooms (3)]]<br /> :Alteration:''a wraithheart-set headdress trailing skeins of glacial bloodlace'' Done by: [[Keishalae]] At: [[Hollow Eve Festival 245]]<br /> :Spindly icesteel branches rise like oddly curled antlers from a slim circle of polished bone, their boughs strung with crystal slivers that clink together in a glassy cacophony at each turn. Silky skeins of argent bloodlace descend in graduated tiers down the back, fashioning a scintillating net that traces the spine in a glacial deluge of silvery fabric and ovals of lusterless blackwater jet. A solitary wraithheart is suspended from a chain at the front, designed to rest just above the wearer's brow.<br /> <br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> <br /> ''&quot;Come with me, my darling, let us dance among the stars...&quot;''<br /> The methodic, metronomic clink of the teaspoon against a porcelain cup was her opus. Sugar, just a bit, cream, a dab of honey, cinnamon. Like everything, her tea had to be just so, but the wait was worth it. That first soothing sip that bloomed across her taste buds was a ritual performed every single morning. Without it, she may as well stride into town naked. Eventually she finished and glanced downward, tipping her cup so that the granulated liquid clinging to its bone belly shifted this way and that. Sticky, sickly sweet, the remnants would be far too overpowering for her refined palate, though they had their uses still.<br /> <br /> Her brand of augury may not be the popular practice, but it had served her well over the years. A flick of her finger and the ring upon her second digit separates, top from bottom, to reveal a thin shard of opaque glass. She lances the pad of her index finger, no wince of pain marring her smooth countenance as she then inserts the bleeding flesh into the sludge at the bottom of her cup and begins to stir. There is power in a number: once, twice, three times, she stirs, the wound already itching and tingling where spice and other residuum intrude. A low hum rises in her throat as she withdraws her hand, holding the wet finger aloft while grasping the cup firmly and tipping it over onto the matching saucer waiting below.<br /> <br /> Twisting the bottom of the cup in sharp, concise rotations, she counts slowly backward, storm-cloud grey eyes traveling along with its counter-clockwise path. When the elegantly curved handle arrives parallel to her once more, she stops, then closes her eyes and lifts the vessel, setting it aside. A strange mural unravels before her - unassuming and no more than a mess upon fine dishes to the untrained eye, but she sees far deeper. Scanning from left to right, up and down, she releases a quiet, introspective, &quot;Hmmm...&quot;, then carefully wipes a still bleeding finger on the cloth napkin in her lap. &quot;Well&quot; she muses, a slight smile catching the corner of her mouth. &quot;I suppose I had best get dressed.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> It drifted over her face in fine powder, clinging to pale hair, lashes<br /> <br /> and skin before melting into the warmth found there. Bleak, shining, the<br /> <br /> sun made dazzling diamonds of the snowfield around her, a sparkle born<br /> <br /> here like an upturned sky in which the earth is reduced to foggy<br /> <br /> atmosphere above the blinding radiance of a white-starred veil drawn<br /> <br /> over a Lady's chilled countenance. Frigid air slid into her lungs, a<br /> <br /> deep breath was taken; stillness breaks as from poppy-induced trancing<br /> <br /> she finds herself alone.<br /> <br /> <br /> Rather than seek respite in the fur mantle she wears, her cold fingers<br /> <br /> brush errant patterns in the snow, a soft flurry of words released in<br /> <br /> plumes of crystallised moisture to stain the brittle air biting her sore<br /> <br /> lips like glacial suitors intent on stealing kisses. &quot;You are cold, and<br /> <br /> You are beautiful&quot;, she sings, though her voice is lost in a gust of<br /> <br /> wind. &quot;Where the winter moon shines in hardship, the stars beckon&quot;. The<br /> <br /> timbre of her voice deepens as she reaches back with a hand and tugs the<br /> <br /> pelt from her shoulders, shrugging it off and leaving her bare as a babe<br /> <br /> in the boreal recesses of abandonment. Frosted tears like ornaments from<br /> <br /> flushed cheeks slide, caught and held, precious gems upon her skin --<br /> <br /> she is afraid.<br /> <br /> <br /> Frigid, the climate penetrates, exacerbates, and lifting a mirror in<br /> <br /> shaking hands she gazes upon her other self within the fogged glass. Her<br /> <br /> twin smiles and becomes the face of the moon -- pale and unflawed,<br /> <br /> though this imagery is broken as a crimson trickle slides across its<br /> <br /> ice-sheet surface. &quot;A prophesy broken&quot; she murmurs softly, the bloody<br /> <br /> portent noted with drawn brows while she presses a wounded hand to the<br /> <br /> mirror-self and washes her away in a smear of scarlet.<br /> <br /> <br /> Something profound slithers beneath her ivory skin, something pulses to<br /> <br /> a beat not unlike that of a heart. This rhythm refuses to synchronize<br /> <br /> with hers, instead coaxing her heart's thrum to play counterpart in an<br /> <br /> enthusiastic recital. Unable to do else, she takes up the drum and sets<br /> <br /> a beat with her palm, the soothing balm of a mystic's hymn uniting these<br /> <br /> two pulses of life in one purpose -- A symphony of spirituality.</div>

DAMSEL https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Hedarya&diff=480430 2017-11-18T01:23:23Z

<p>DAMSEL: </p> <hr /> <div>{{PC<br /> |name=Hedarya<br /> |status=a<br /> |race=Kaldar<br /> |gender=Female<br /> |instance=Prime<br /> |guild=Moon Mage<br /> }}<br /> <br /> <br /> == Seeress, Wordsmith, Star-eyed Wanderer ==<br /> <br /> ''Fate's Skein Hedarya, a Kaldar.<br /> :You have a wraithheart-set headdress trailing skeins of glacial bloodlace framing the contours of a heart-shaped face, a small hex lily set opposite its dark magenta twin tucked behind one of her ears, smolderingly intense stormy grey eyes, a slim animite septum ring threaded through an amaranth riftstone piercing the septum of an upturned nose and dimples. Your cinereous hair is very long and fine, and is worn tousled. You have pale skin and a scattering of silvery blue-sheened moonlight gardenias arrayed to elegantly emphasize a slender figure.<br /> :You are short for a Kaldar.<br /> :A square-cut glacier emerald is positioned between your eyes, glowing with a lustrous sheen against your skin.<br /> :You are an adult.<br /> :You have a single spiraling darkstone horn adorned with night diamonds jutting prominently from your forehead.<br /> :Your shoulder has a tattoo of a childish Kaldar dancing amid a field of zombies.<br /> <br /> <br /> :You are wearing a dark moonspun silk eyepatch embroidered with a golden eye, a small platinum hoop earring with a dangling diamond-capped moon pearl, some lusterless blackwater jet teardrop earrings, a deep black nightsilk cloak embroidered with a silver dagger, some flowing nightsilk robes, some silver-chased elbow spikes, a lumium target shield with a trimmed face, a lacquered ironwood parry stick with dark steelsilk straps, an ornate gloomwood ring, a grey cambrinth ring, a simple cambrinth anklet and some silvery velvet boots with shimmering moonstone clasps.''<br /> <br /> [[File:hedarya1.jpg]]<br /> <br /> <br /> == Alterations ==<br /> :''a wraithheart-set headdress trailing skeins of glacial bloodlace''<br /> :Spindly icesteel branches rise like oddly curled antlers from a slim circle of polished bone, their boughs strung with crystal slivers that clink together in a glassy cacophony at each turn. Silky skeins of argent bloodlace descend in graduated tiers down the back, fashioning a scintillating net that traces the spine in a glacial deluge of silvery fabric and ovals of lusterless blackwater jet. A solitary wraithheart is suspended from a chain at the front, designed to rest just above the wearer's brow.<br /> <br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> <br /> ''&quot;Come with me, my darling, let us dance among the stars...&quot;''<br /> The methodic, metronomic clink of the teaspoon against a porcelain cup was her opus. Sugar, just a bit, cream, a dab of honey, cinnamon. Like everything, her tea had to be just so, but the wait was worth it. That first soothing sip that bloomed across her taste buds was a ritual performed every single morning. Without it, she may as well stride into town naked. Eventually she finished and glanced downward, tipping her cup so that the granulated liquid clinging to its bone belly shifted this way and that. Sticky, sickly sweet, the remnants would be far too overpowering for her refined palate, though they had their uses still.<br /> <br /> Her brand of augury may not be the popular practice, but it had served her well over the years. A flick of her finger and the ring upon her second digit separates, top from bottom, to reveal a thin shard of opaque glass. She lances the pad of her index finger, no wince of pain marring her smooth countenance as she then inserts the bleeding flesh into the sludge at the bottom of her cup and begins to stir. There is power in a number: once, twice, three times, she stirs, the wound already itching and tingling where spice and other residuum intrude. A low hum rises in her throat as she withdraws her hand, holding the wet finger aloft while grasping the cup firmly and tipping it over onto the matching saucer waiting below.<br /> <br /> Twisting the bottom of the cup in sharp, concise rotations, she counts slowly backward, storm-cloud grey eyes traveling along with its counter-clockwise path. When the elegantly curved handle arrives parallel to her once more, she stops, then closes her eyes and lifts the vessel, setting it aside. A strange mural unravels before her - unassuming and no more than a mess upon fine dishes to the untrained eye, but she sees far deeper. Scanning from left to right, up and down, she releases a quiet, introspective, &quot;Hmmm...&quot;, then carefully wipes a still bleeding finger on the cloth napkin in her lap. &quot;Well&quot; she muses, a slight smile catching the corner of her mouth. &quot;I suppose I had best get dressed.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> It drifted over her face in fine powder, clinging to pale hair, lashes<br /> <br /> and skin before melting into the warmth found there. Bleak, shining, the<br /> <br /> sun made dazzling diamonds of the snowfield around her, a sparkle born<br /> <br /> here like an upturned sky in which the earth is reduced to foggy<br /> <br /> atmosphere above the blinding radiance of a white-starred veil drawn<br /> <br /> over a Lady's chilled countenance. Frigid air slid into her lungs, a<br /> <br /> deep breath was taken; stillness breaks as from poppy-induced trancing<br /> <br /> she finds herself alone.<br /> <br /> <br /> Rather than seek respite in the fur mantle she wears, her cold fingers<br /> <br /> brush errant patterns in the snow, a soft flurry of words released in<br /> <br /> plumes of crystallised moisture to stain the brittle air biting her sore<br /> <br /> lips like glacial suitors intent on stealing kisses. &quot;You are cold, and<br /> <br /> You are beautiful&quot;, she sings, though her voice is lost in a gust of<br /> <br /> wind. &quot;Where the winter moon shines in hardship, the stars beckon&quot;. The<br /> <br /> timbre of her voice deepens as she reaches back with a hand and tugs the<br /> <br /> pelt from her shoulders, shrugging it off and leaving her bare as a babe<br /> <br /> in the boreal recesses of abandonment. Frosted tears like ornaments from<br /> <br /> flushed cheeks slide, caught and held, precious gems upon her skin --<br /> <br /> she is afraid.<br /> <br /> <br /> Frigid, the climate penetrates, exacerbates, and lifting a mirror in<br /> <br /> shaking hands she gazes upon her other self within the fogged glass. Her<br /> <br /> twin smiles and becomes the face of the moon -- pale and unflawed,<br /> <br /> though this imagery is broken as a crimson trickle slides across its<br /> <br /> ice-sheet surface. &quot;A prophesy broken&quot; she murmurs softly, the bloody<br /> <br /> portent noted with drawn brows while she presses a wounded hand to the<br /> <br /> mirror-self and washes her away in a smear of scarlet.<br /> <br /> <br /> Something profound slithers beneath her ivory skin, something pulses to<br /> <br /> a beat not unlike that of a heart. This rhythm refuses to synchronize<br /> <br /> with hers, instead coaxing her heart's thrum to play counterpart in an<br /> <br /> enthusiastic recital. Unable to do else, she takes up the drum and sets<br /> <br /> a beat with her palm, the soothing balm of a mystic's hymn uniting these<br /> <br /> two pulses of life in one purpose -- A symphony of spirituality.</div>

DAMSEL https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Item:Small_porcelain_sheep_with_bright_orange_hooves&diff=479816 2017-11-13T01:22:42Z

<p>DAMSEL: </p> <hr /> <div>{{Item<br /> |noun=sheep<br /> |look=Sized just right to rest comfortably in hand or tuck away into a pocket, this small creature consists of an off-white torso dotted with tiny holes, four dangling legs of fuzzy black wool, and a tiny face with a quizzical expression.<br /> |type=magic<br /> |wearloc=-<br /> |uses=49<br /> |sourcetype=-<br /> |fname=No<br /> }}<br /> '''FOCUS:''' You take the sheep in your hands and focus carefully upon it.<br /> You sense a matrix formed using Elemental mana, commonly referred to as the Mana Glamour Trinket enchantment. The enchantment appears masterfully-crafted, has good potency, is very simple, and is abstract. The matrix originally supported 49 charges, and has 49 charges remaining.<br /> You believe this item can be activated with rub.</div>

DAMSEL https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Item:Small_porcelain_sheep_with_bright_orange_hooves&diff=479815 2017-11-13T01:22:29Z

<p>DAMSEL: </p> <hr /> <div>{{Item<br /> |noun=sheep<br /> |look=Sized just right to rest comfortably in hand or tuck away into a pocket, this small creature consists of an off-white torso dotted with tiny holes, four dangling legs of fuzzy black wool, and a tiny face with a quizzical expression.<br /> |type=magic<br /> |wearloc=-<br /> |uses=49<br /> |sourcetype=-<br /> |fname=No<br /> }}<br /> FOCUS: You take the sheep in your hands and focus carefully upon it.<br /> You sense a matrix formed using Elemental mana, commonly referred to as the Mana Glamour Trinket enchantment. The enchantment appears masterfully-crafted, has good potency, is very simple, and is abstract. The matrix originally supported 49 charges, and has 49 charges remaining.<br /> You believe this item can be activated with rub.</div>

DAMSEL https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Item:Small_porcelain_sheep_with_bright_orange_hooves&diff=479814 2017-11-13T01:20:37Z

<p>DAMSEL: Created page with &quot;{{Item |noun=sheep |look=Sized just right to rest comfortably in hand or tuck away into a pocket, this small creature consists of an off-white torso dotted with tiny holes, fo...&quot;</p> <hr /> <div>{{Item<br /> |noun=sheep<br /> |look=Sized just right to rest comfortably in hand or tuck away into a pocket, this small creature consists of an off-white torso dotted with tiny holes, four dangling legs of fuzzy black wool, and a tiny face with a quizzical expression.<br /> |type=magic<br /> |weight=??<br /> |appcost=??<br /> |lsize=??<br /> |wsize=??<br /> |hsize=??<br /> |ilsize=??<br /> |iwsize=??<br /> |ihsize=??<br /> |sourcetype=-<br /> |fname=No<br /> }}<br /> [[FOCUS]]: You take the sheep in your hands and focus carefully upon it.<br /> You sense a matrix formed using Elemental mana, commonly referred to as the Mana Glamour Trinket enchantment. The enchantment appears masterfully-crafted, has good potency, is very simple, and is abstract. The matrix originally supported 49 charges, and has 49 charges remaining.<br /> You believe this item can be activated with rub.</div>

DAMSEL https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=File:Hedarya1.jpg&diff=479366 2017-11-11T03:09:39Z

<p>DAMSEL: DAMSEL uploaded a new version of File:Hedarya1.jpg</p> <hr /> <div>Tried updating the old file but it didn't work so I'll just rename this one. Character drawing by me for my own character in sketchbook pro/GIMP.</div>

DAMSEL https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Hedarya&diff=479365 2017-11-11T02:54:43Z

<p>DAMSEL: </p> <hr /> <div>{{PC<br /> |name=Hedarya<br /> |status=a<br /> |race=Kaldar<br /> |gender=Female<br /> |instance=Prime<br /> |guild=Moon Mage<br /> }}<br /> <br /> <br /> == Seeress, Wordsmith, Star-eyed Wanderer ==<br /> <br /> ''Fate's Skein Hedarya, a Kaldar.<br /> :You have a heart-shaped face, a pair of tiny smoky diamond fox blossom studs piercing both ears, smolderingly intense stormy grey eyes, an upturned nose and dimples. Your cinereous hair is very long and fine, and is worn in a soft cloud that frames the face, pulled back by some elaborately interwoven web-like platinum strands strung with tiny crystal beads. You have pale skin accented by some white glitter and a scattering of silvery blue-sheened moonlight gardenias arrayed to elegantly emphasize a slender figure.<br /> :You are short for a Kaldar.<br /> :A square-cut glacier emerald is positioned between your eyes, glowing with a lustrous sheen against your skin.<br /> :You are an adult.<br /> :You have a single spiraling darkstone horn adorned with night diamonds jutting prominently from your forehead.<br /> :Your shoulder has a tattoo of a childish Kaldar dancing amid a field of zombies.<br /> <br /> <br /> :You are wearing a dark moonspun silk eyepatch embroidered with a golden eye, a small platinum hoop earring with a dangling diamond-capped moon pearl, some lusterless blackwater jet teardrop earrings, a deep black nightsilk cloak embroidered with a silver dagger, some flowing nightsilk robes, some silver-chased elbow spikes, a lumium target shield with a trimmed face, a lacquered ironwood parry stick with dark steelsilk straps, an ornate gloomwood ring, a grey cambrinth ring, a simple cambrinth anklet and some silvery velvet boots with shimmering moonstone clasps.''<br /> <br /> [[File:hedarya1.jpg]]<br /> <br /> ''&quot;Come with me, my darling, let us dance among the stars...&quot;''<br /> The methodic, metronomic clink of the teaspoon against a porcelain cup was her opus. Sugar, just a bit, cream, a dab of honey, cinnamon. Like everything, her tea had to be just so, but the wait was worth it. That first soothing sip that bloomed across her taste buds was a ritual performed every single morning. Without it, she may as well stride into town naked. Eventually she finished and glanced downward, tipping her cup so that the granulated liquid clinging to its bone belly shifted this way and that. Sticky, sickly sweet, the remnants would be far too overpowering for her refined palate, though they had their uses still.<br /> <br /> Her brand of augury may not be the popular practice, but it had served her well over the years. A flick of her finger and the ring upon her second digit separates, top from bottom, to reveal a thin shard of opaque glass. She lances the pad of her index finger, no wince of pain marring her smooth countenance as she then inserts the bleeding flesh into the sludge at the bottom of her cup and begins to stir. There is power in a number: once, twice, three times, she stirs, the wound already itching and tingling where spice and other residuum intrude. A low hum rises in her throat as she withdraws her hand, holding the wet finger aloft while grasping the cup firmly and tipping it over onto the matching saucer waiting below.<br /> <br /> Twisting the bottom of the cup in sharp, concise rotations, she counts slowly backward, storm-cloud grey eyes traveling along with its counter-clockwise path. When the elegantly curved handle arrives parallel to her once more, she stops, then closes her eyes and lifts the vessel, setting it aside. A strange mural unravels before her - unassuming and no more than a mess upon fine dishes to the untrained eye, but she sees far deeper. Scanning from left to right, up and down, she releases a quiet, introspective, &quot;Hmmm...&quot;, then carefully wipes a still bleeding finger on the cloth napkin in her lap. &quot;Well&quot; she muses, a slight smile catching the corner of her mouth. &quot;I suppose I had best get dressed.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> It drifted over her face in fine powder, clinging to pale hair, lashes<br /> <br /> and skin before melting into the warmth found there. Bleak, shining, the<br /> <br /> sun made dazzling diamonds of the snowfield around her, a sparkle born<br /> <br /> here like an upturned sky in which the earth is reduced to foggy<br /> <br /> atmosphere above the blinding radiance of a white-starred veil drawn<br /> <br /> over a Lady's chilled countenance. Frigid air slid into her lungs, a<br /> <br /> deep breath was taken; stillness breaks as from poppy-induced trancing<br /> <br /> she finds herself alone.<br /> <br /> <br /> Rather than seek respite in the fur mantle she wears, her cold fingers<br /> <br /> brush errant patterns in the snow, a soft flurry of words released in<br /> <br /> plumes of crystallised moisture to stain the brittle air biting her sore<br /> <br /> lips like glacial suitors intent on stealing kisses. &quot;You are cold, and<br /> <br /> You are beautiful&quot;, she sings, though her voice is lost in a gust of<br /> <br /> wind. &quot;Where the winter moon shines in hardship, the stars beckon&quot;. The<br /> <br /> timbre of her voice deepens as she reaches back with a hand and tugs the<br /> <br /> pelt from her shoulders, shrugging it off and leaving her bare as a babe<br /> <br /> in the boreal recesses of abandonment. Frosted tears like ornaments from<br /> <br /> flushed cheeks slide, caught and held, precious gems upon her skin --<br /> <br /> she is afraid.<br /> <br /> <br /> Frigid, the climate penetrates, exacerbates, and lifting a mirror in<br /> <br /> shaking hands she gazes upon her other self within the fogged glass. Her<br /> <br /> twin smiles and becomes the face of the moon -- pale and unflawed,<br /> <br /> though this imagery is broken as a crimson trickle slides across its<br /> <br /> ice-sheet surface. &quot;A prophesy broken&quot; she murmurs softly, the bloody<br /> <br /> portent noted with drawn brows while she presses a wounded hand to the<br /> <br /> mirror-self and washes her away in a smear of scarlet.<br /> <br /> <br /> Something profound slithers beneath her ivory skin, something pulses to<br /> <br /> a beat not unlike that of a heart. This rhythm refuses to synchronize<br /> <br /> with hers, instead coaxing her heart's thrum to play counterpart in an<br /> <br /> enthusiastic recital. Unable to do else, she takes up the drum and sets<br /> <br /> a beat with her palm, the soothing balm of a mystic's hymn uniting these<br /> <br /> two pulses of life in one purpose -- A symphony of spirituality.</div>

DAMSEL https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=File:Hedarya1.jpg&diff=479364 2017-11-11T02:54:06Z

<p>DAMSEL: Tried updating the old file but it didn&#039;t work so I&#039;ll just rename this one. Character drawing by me for my own character in sketchbook pro/GIMP.</p> <hr /> <div>Tried updating the old file but it didn't work so I'll just rename this one. Character drawing by me for my own character in sketchbook pro/GIMP.</div>

DAMSEL https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Hedarya&diff=478795 2017-11-05T16:30:09Z

<p>DAMSEL: /* Seeress, Wordsmith, Star-eyed Wanderer */</p> <hr /> <div>{{PC<br /> |name=Hedarya<br /> |status=a<br /> |race=Kaldar<br /> |gender=Female<br /> |instance=Prime<br /> |guild=Moon Mage<br /> }}<br /> <br /> <br /> == Seeress, Wordsmith, Star-eyed Wanderer ==<br /> <br /> ''Fate's Skein Hedarya, a Kaldar.<br /> :You have a heart-shaped face, a pair of tiny smoky diamond fox blossom studs piercing both ears, smolderingly intense stormy grey eyes, an upturned nose and dimples. Your cinereous hair is very long and fine, and is worn in a soft cloud that frames the face, pulled back by some elaborately interwoven web-like platinum strands strung with tiny crystal beads. You have pale skin accented by some white glitter and a scattering of silvery blue-sheened moonlight gardenias arrayed to elegantly emphasize a slender figure.<br /> :You are short for a Kaldar.<br /> :A square-cut glacier emerald is positioned between your eyes, glowing with a lustrous sheen against your skin.<br /> :You are an adult.<br /> :You have a single spiraling darkstone horn adorned with night diamonds jutting prominently from your forehead.<br /> :Your shoulder has a tattoo of a childish Kaldar dancing amid a field of zombies.<br /> <br /> <br /> :You are wearing a dark moonspun silk eyepatch embroidered with a golden eye, a small platinum hoop earring with a dangling diamond-capped moon pearl, some lusterless blackwater jet teardrop earrings, a deep black nightsilk cloak embroidered with a silver dagger, some flowing nightsilk robes, some silver-chased elbow spikes, a lumium target shield with a trimmed face, a lacquered ironwood parry stick with dark steelsilk straps, an ornate gloomwood ring, a grey cambrinth ring, a simple cambrinth anklet and some silvery velvet boots with shimmering moonstone clasps.''<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> ''&quot;Come with me, my darling, let us dance among the stars...&quot;''<br /> The methodic, metronomic clink of the teaspoon against a porcelain cup was her opus. Sugar, just a bit, cream, a dab of honey, cinnamon. Like everything, her tea had to be just so, but the wait was worth it. That first soothing sip that bloomed across her taste buds was a ritual performed every single morning. Without it, she may as well stride into town naked. Eventually she finished and glanced downward, tipping her cup so that the granulated liquid clinging to its bone belly shifted this way and that. Sticky, sickly sweet, the remnants would be far too overpowering for her refined palate, though they had their uses still.<br /> <br /> Her brand of augury may not be the popular practice, but it had served her well over the years. A flick of her finger and the ring upon her second digit separates, top from bottom, to reveal a thin shard of opaque glass. She lances the pad of her index finger, no wince of pain marring her smooth countenance as she then inserts the bleeding flesh into the sludge at the bottom of her cup and begins to stir. There is power in a number: once, twice, three times, she stirs, the wound already itching and tingling where spice and other residuum intrude. A low hum rises in her throat as she withdraws her hand, holding the wet finger aloft while grasping the cup firmly and tipping it over onto the matching saucer waiting below.<br /> <br /> Twisting the bottom of the cup in sharp, concise rotations, she counts slowly backward, storm-cloud grey eyes traveling along with its counter-clockwise path. When the elegantly curved handle arrives parallel to her once more, she stops, then closes her eyes and lifts the vessel, setting it aside. A strange mural unravels before her - unassuming and no more than a mess upon fine dishes to the untrained eye, but she sees far deeper. Scanning from left to right, up and down, she releases a quiet, introspective, &quot;Hmmm...&quot;, then carefully wipes a still bleeding finger on the cloth napkin in her lap. &quot;Well&quot; she muses, a slight smile catching the corner of her mouth. &quot;I suppose I had best get dressed.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> It drifted over her face in fine powder, clinging to pale hair, lashes<br /> <br /> and skin before melting into the warmth found there. Bleak, shining, the<br /> <br /> sun made dazzling diamonds of the snowfield around her, a sparkle born<br /> <br /> here like an upturned sky in which the earth is reduced to foggy<br /> <br /> atmosphere above the blinding radiance of a white-starred veil drawn<br /> <br /> over a Lady's chilled countenance. Frigid air slid into her lungs, a<br /> <br /> deep breath was taken; stillness breaks as from poppy-induced trancing<br /> <br /> she finds herself alone.<br /> <br /> <br /> Rather than seek respite in the fur mantle she wears, her cold fingers<br /> <br /> brush errant patterns in the snow, a soft flurry of words released in<br /> <br /> plumes of crystallised moisture to stain the brittle air biting her sore<br /> <br /> lips like glacial suitors intent on stealing kisses. &quot;You are cold, and<br /> <br /> You are beautiful&quot;, she sings, though her voice is lost in a gust of<br /> <br /> wind. &quot;Where the winter moon shines in hardship, the stars beckon&quot;. The<br /> <br /> timbre of her voice deepens as she reaches back with a hand and tugs the<br /> <br /> pelt from her shoulders, shrugging it off and leaving her bare as a babe<br /> <br /> in the boreal recesses of abandonment. Frosted tears like ornaments from<br /> <br /> flushed cheeks slide, caught and held, precious gems upon her skin --<br /> <br /> she is afraid.<br /> <br /> <br /> Frigid, the climate penetrates, exacerbates, and lifting a mirror in<br /> <br /> shaking hands she gazes upon her other self within the fogged glass. Her<br /> <br /> twin smiles and becomes the face of the moon -- pale and unflawed,<br /> <br /> though this imagery is broken as a crimson trickle slides across its<br /> <br /> ice-sheet surface. &quot;A prophesy broken&quot; she murmurs softly, the bloody<br /> <br /> portent noted with drawn brows while she presses a wounded hand to the<br /> <br /> mirror-self and washes her away in a smear of scarlet.<br /> <br /> <br /> Something profound slithers beneath her ivory skin, something pulses to<br /> <br /> a beat not unlike that of a heart. This rhythm refuses to synchronize<br /> <br /> with hers, instead coaxing her heart's thrum to play counterpart in an<br /> <br /> enthusiastic recital. Unable to do else, she takes up the drum and sets<br /> <br /> a beat with her palm, the soothing balm of a mystic's hymn uniting these<br /> <br /> two pulses of life in one purpose -- A symphony of spirituality.</div>

DAMSEL https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Hedarya&diff=478732 2017-11-05T01:48:19Z

<p>DAMSEL: /* Seeress, Wordsmith, Star-eyed Wanderer */</p> <hr /> <div>{{PC<br /> |name=Hedarya<br /> |status=a<br /> |race=Kaldar<br /> |gender=Female<br /> |instance=Prime<br /> |guild=Moon Mage<br /> }}<br /> <br /> <br /> == Seeress, Wordsmith, Star-eyed Wanderer ==<br /> <br /> ''Fate's Skein Hedarya, a Kaldar.<br /> :You have a heart-shaped face, a pair of tiny smoky diamond fox blossom studs piercing both ears, smolderingly intense stormy grey eyes, an upturned nose and dimples. Your cinereous hair is very long and fine, and is worn in a soft cloud that frames the face, pulled back by some elaborately interwoven web-like platinum strands strung with tiny crystal beads. You have pale skin accented by some white glitter and a scattering of silvery blue-sheened moonlight gardenias arrayed to elegantly emphasize a slender figure.<br /> :You are short for a Kaldar.<br /> :A square-cut glacier emerald is positioned between your eyes, glowing with a lustrous sheen against your skin.<br /> :You are an adult.<br /> :You have a single spiraling darkstone horn adorned with night diamonds jutting prominently from your forehead.<br /> :Your shoulder has a tattoo of a sinister-looking fae with ruined blue wings and red eyes<br /> <br /> <br /> :You are wearing a dark moonspun silk eyepatch embroidered with a golden eye, a small platinum hoop earring with a dangling diamond-capped moon pearl, some lusterless blackwater jet teardrop earrings, a deep black nightsilk cloak embroidered with a silver dagger, some flowing nightsilk robes, some silver-chased elbow spikes, a lumium target shield with a trimmed face, a lacquered ironwood parry stick with dark steelsilk straps, an ornate gloomwood ring, a grey cambrinth ring, a simple cambrinth anklet and some silvery velvet boots with shimmering moonstone clasps.''<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> ''&quot;Come with me, my darling, let us dance among the stars...&quot;''<br /> The methodic, metronomic clink of the teaspoon against a porcelain cup was her opus. Sugar, just a bit, cream, a dab of honey, cinnamon. Like everything, her tea had to be just so, but the wait was worth it. That first soothing sip that bloomed across her taste buds was a ritual performed every single morning. Without it, she may as well stride into town naked. Eventually she finished and glanced downward, tipping her cup so that the granulated liquid clinging to its bone belly shifted this way and that. Sticky, sickly sweet, the remnants would be far too overpowering for her refined palate, though they had their uses still.<br /> <br /> Her brand of augury may not be the popular practice, but it had served her well over the years. A flick of her finger and the ring upon her second digit separates, top from bottom, to reveal a thin shard of opaque glass. She lances the pad of her index finger, no wince of pain marring her smooth countenance as she then inserts the bleeding flesh into the sludge at the bottom of her cup and begins to stir. There is power in a number: once, twice, three times, she stirs, the wound already itching and tingling where spice and other residuum intrude. A low hum rises in her throat as she withdraws her hand, holding the wet finger aloft while grasping the cup firmly and tipping it over onto the matching saucer waiting below.<br /> <br /> Twisting the bottom of the cup in sharp, concise rotations, she counts slowly backward, storm-cloud grey eyes traveling along with its counter-clockwise path. When the elegantly curved handle arrives parallel to her once more, she stops, then closes her eyes and lifts the vessel, setting it aside. A strange mural unravels before her - unassuming and no more than a mess upon fine dishes to the untrained eye, but she sees far deeper. Scanning from left to right, up and down, she releases a quiet, introspective, &quot;Hmmm...&quot;, then carefully wipes a still bleeding finger on the cloth napkin in her lap. &quot;Well&quot; she muses, a slight smile catching the corner of her mouth. &quot;I suppose I had best get dressed.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> It drifted over her face in fine powder, clinging to pale hair, lashes<br /> <br /> and skin before melting into the warmth found there. Bleak, shining, the<br /> <br /> sun made dazzling diamonds of the snowfield around her, a sparkle born<br /> <br /> here like an upturned sky in which the earth is reduced to foggy<br /> <br /> atmosphere above the blinding radiance of a white-starred veil drawn<br /> <br /> over a Lady's chilled countenance. Frigid air slid into her lungs, a<br /> <br /> deep breath was taken; stillness breaks as from poppy-induced trancing<br /> <br /> she finds herself alone.<br /> <br /> <br /> Rather than seek respite in the fur mantle she wears, her cold fingers<br /> <br /> brush errant patterns in the snow, a soft flurry of words released in<br /> <br /> plumes of crystallised moisture to stain the brittle air biting her sore<br /> <br /> lips like glacial suitors intent on stealing kisses. &quot;You are cold, and<br /> <br /> You are beautiful&quot;, she sings, though her voice is lost in a gust of<br /> <br /> wind. &quot;Where the winter moon shines in hardship, the stars beckon&quot;. The<br /> <br /> timbre of her voice deepens as she reaches back with a hand and tugs the<br /> <br /> pelt from her shoulders, shrugging it off and leaving her bare as a babe<br /> <br /> in the boreal recesses of abandonment. Frosted tears like ornaments from<br /> <br /> flushed cheeks slide, caught and held, precious gems upon her skin --<br /> <br /> she is afraid.<br /> <br /> <br /> Frigid, the climate penetrates, exacerbates, and lifting a mirror in<br /> <br /> shaking hands she gazes upon her other self within the fogged glass. Her<br /> <br /> twin smiles and becomes the face of the moon -- pale and unflawed,<br /> <br /> though this imagery is broken as a crimson trickle slides across its<br /> <br /> ice-sheet surface. &quot;A prophesy broken&quot; she murmurs softly, the bloody<br /> <br /> portent noted with drawn brows while she presses a wounded hand to the<br /> <br /> mirror-self and washes her away in a smear of scarlet.<br /> <br /> <br /> Something profound slithers beneath her ivory skin, something pulses to<br /> <br /> a beat not unlike that of a heart. This rhythm refuses to synchronize<br /> <br /> with hers, instead coaxing her heart's thrum to play counterpart in an<br /> <br /> enthusiastic recital. Unable to do else, she takes up the drum and sets<br /> <br /> a beat with her palm, the soothing balm of a mystic's hymn uniting these<br /> <br /> two pulses of life in one purpose -- A symphony of spirituality.</div>

DAMSEL https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Hedarya&diff=478730 2017-11-05T01:47:10Z

<p>DAMSEL: /* Seeress, Wordsmith, Star-eyed Wanderer */</p> <hr /> <div>{{PC<br /> |name=Hedarya<br /> |status=a<br /> |race=Kaldar<br /> |gender=Female<br /> |instance=Prime<br /> |guild=Moon Mage<br /> }}<br /> <br /> <br /> == Seeress, Wordsmith, Star-eyed Wanderer ==<br /> <br /> ''Fate's Skein Hedarya, a Kaldar.<br /> :You have a heart-shaped face, a pair of tiny smoky diamond fox blossom studs piercing both ears, smolderingly intense stormy grey eyes, an upturned nose and dimples. Your cinereous hair is very long and fine, and is worn in a soft cloud that frames the face, pulled back by some elaborately interwoven web-like platinum strands strung with tiny crystal beads. You have pale skin accented by some white glitter and a scattering of silvery blue-sheened moonlight gardenias arrayed to elegantly emphasize a slender figure.<br /> :You are short for a Kaldar.<br /> :A square-cut glacier emerald is positioned between your eyes, glowing with a lustrous sheen against your skin.<br /> :You are an adult.<br /> :You have a single spiraling darkstone horn adorned with night diamonds jutting prominently from your forehead.<br /> :Your shoulder has a tattoo of a sinister-looking fae with ruined blue wings and red eye<br /> <br /> <br /> :You are wearing a dark moonspun silk eyepatch embroidered with a golden eye, a small platinum hoop earring with a dangling diamond-capped moon pearl, some lusterless blackwater jet teardrop earrings, a deep black nightsilk cloak embroidered with a silver dagger, some flowing nightsilk robes, some silver-chased elbow spikes, a lumium target shield with a trimmed face, a lacquered ironwood parry stick with dark steelsilk straps, an ornate gloomwood ring, a grey cambrinth ring, a simple cambrinth anklet and some silvery velvet boots with shimmering moonstone clasps.''<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> ''&quot;Come with me, my darling, let us dance among the stars...&quot;''<br /> The methodic, metronomic clink of the teaspoon against a porcelain cup was her opus. Sugar, just a bit, cream, a dab of honey, cinnamon. Like everything, her tea had to be just so, but the wait was worth it. That first soothing sip that bloomed across her taste buds was a ritual performed every single morning. Without it, she may as well stride into town naked. Eventually she finished and glanced downward, tipping her cup so that the granulated liquid clinging to its bone belly shifted this way and that. Sticky, sickly sweet, the remnants would be far too overpowering for her refined palate, though they had their uses still.<br /> <br /> Her brand of augury may not be the popular practice, but it had served her well over the years. A flick of her finger and the ring upon her second digit separates, top from bottom, to reveal a thin shard of opaque glass. She lances the pad of her index finger, no wince of pain marring her smooth countenance as she then inserts the bleeding flesh into the sludge at the bottom of her cup and begins to stir. There is power in a number: once, twice, three times, she stirs, the wound already itching and tingling where spice and other residuum intrude. A low hum rises in her throat as she withdraws her hand, holding the wet finger aloft while grasping the cup firmly and tipping it over onto the matching saucer waiting below.<br /> <br /> Twisting the bottom of the cup in sharp, concise rotations, she counts slowly backward, storm-cloud grey eyes traveling along with its counter-clockwise path. When the elegantly curved handle arrives parallel to her once more, she stops, then closes her eyes and lifts the vessel, setting it aside. A strange mural unravels before her - unassuming and no more than a mess upon fine dishes to the untrained eye, but she sees far deeper. Scanning from left to right, up and down, she releases a quiet, introspective, &quot;Hmmm...&quot;, then carefully wipes a still bleeding finger on the cloth napkin in her lap. &quot;Well&quot; she muses, a slight smile catching the corner of her mouth. &quot;I suppose I had best get dressed.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> It drifted over her face in fine powder, clinging to pale hair, lashes<br /> <br /> and skin before melting into the warmth found there. Bleak, shining, the<br /> <br /> sun made dazzling diamonds of the snowfield around her, a sparkle born<br /> <br /> here like an upturned sky in which the earth is reduced to foggy<br /> <br /> atmosphere above the blinding radiance of a white-starred veil drawn<br /> <br /> over a Lady's chilled countenance. Frigid air slid into her lungs, a<br /> <br /> deep breath was taken; stillness breaks as from poppy-induced trancing<br /> <br /> she finds herself alone.<br /> <br /> <br /> Rather than seek respite in the fur mantle she wears, her cold fingers<br /> <br /> brush errant patterns in the snow, a soft flurry of words released in<br /> <br /> plumes of crystallised moisture to stain the brittle air biting her sore<br /> <br /> lips like glacial suitors intent on stealing kisses. &quot;You are cold, and<br /> <br /> You are beautiful&quot;, she sings, though her voice is lost in a gust of<br /> <br /> wind. &quot;Where the winter moon shines in hardship, the stars beckon&quot;. The<br /> <br /> timbre of her voice deepens as she reaches back with a hand and tugs the<br /> <br /> pelt from her shoulders, shrugging it off and leaving her bare as a babe<br /> <br /> in the boreal recesses of abandonment. Frosted tears like ornaments from<br /> <br /> flushed cheeks slide, caught and held, precious gems upon her skin --<br /> <br /> she is afraid.<br /> <br /> <br /> Frigid, the climate penetrates, exacerbates, and lifting a mirror in<br /> <br /> shaking hands she gazes upon her other self within the fogged glass. Her<br /> <br /> twin smiles and becomes the face of the moon -- pale and unflawed,<br /> <br /> though this imagery is broken as a crimson trickle slides across its<br /> <br /> ice-sheet surface. &quot;A prophesy broken&quot; she murmurs softly, the bloody<br /> <br /> portent noted with drawn brows while she presses a wounded hand to the<br /> <br /> mirror-self and washes her away in a smear of scarlet.<br /> <br /> <br /> Something profound slithers beneath her ivory skin, something pulses to<br /> <br /> a beat not unlike that of a heart. This rhythm refuses to synchronize<br /> <br /> with hers, instead coaxing her heart's thrum to play counterpart in an<br /> <br /> enthusiastic recital. Unable to do else, she takes up the drum and sets<br /> <br /> a beat with her palm, the soothing balm of a mystic's hymn uniting these<br /> <br /> two pulses of life in one purpose -- A symphony of spirituality.</div>

DAMSEL https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Hedarya&diff=478729 2017-11-05T01:46:48Z

<p>DAMSEL: /* Seeress, Wordsmith, Star-eyed Wanderer */</p> <hr /> <div>{{PC<br /> |name=Hedarya<br /> |status=a<br /> |race=Kaldar<br /> |gender=Female<br /> |instance=Prime<br /> |guild=Moon Mage<br /> }}<br /> <br /> <br /> == Seeress, Wordsmith, Star-eyed Wanderer ==<br /> <br /> '':You are Fate's Skein Hedarya, a Kaldar.<br /> :You have a heart-shaped face, a pair of tiny smoky diamond fox blossom studs piercing both ears, smolderingly intense stormy grey eyes, an upturned nose and dimples. Your cinereous hair is very long and fine, and is worn in a soft cloud that frames the face, pulled back by some elaborately interwoven web-like platinum strands strung with tiny crystal beads. You have pale skin accented by some white glitter and a scattering of silvery blue-sheened moonlight gardenias arrayed to elegantly emphasize a slender figure.<br /> :You are short for a Kaldar.<br /> :A square-cut glacier emerald is positioned between your eyes, glowing with a lustrous sheen against your skin.<br /> :You are an adult.<br /> :You have a single spiraling darkstone horn adorned with night diamonds jutting prominently from your forehead.<br /> :Your shoulder has a tattoo of a sinister-looking fae with ruined blue wings and red eye<br /> <br /> <br /> :You are wearing a dark moonspun silk eyepatch embroidered with a golden eye, a small platinum hoop earring with a dangling diamond-capped moon pearl, some lusterless blackwater jet teardrop earrings, a deep black nightsilk cloak embroidered with a silver dagger, some flowing nightsilk robes, some silver-chased elbow spikes, a lumium target shield with a trimmed face, a lacquered ironwood parry stick with dark steelsilk straps, an ornate gloomwood ring, a grey cambrinth ring, a simple cambrinth anklet and some silvery velvet boots with shimmering moonstone clasps.''<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> ''&quot;Come with me, my darling, let us dance among the stars...&quot;''<br /> The methodic, metronomic clink of the teaspoon against a porcelain cup was her opus. Sugar, just a bit, cream, a dab of honey, cinnamon. Like everything, her tea had to be just so, but the wait was worth it. That first soothing sip that bloomed across her taste buds was a ritual performed every single morning. Without it, she may as well stride into town naked. Eventually she finished and glanced downward, tipping her cup so that the granulated liquid clinging to its bone belly shifted this way and that. Sticky, sickly sweet, the remnants would be far too overpowering for her refined palate, though they had their uses still.<br /> <br /> Her brand of augury may not be the popular practice, but it had served her well over the years. A flick of her finger and the ring upon her second digit separates, top from bottom, to reveal a thin shard of opaque glass. She lances the pad of her index finger, no wince of pain marring her smooth countenance as she then inserts the bleeding flesh into the sludge at the bottom of her cup and begins to stir. There is power in a number: once, twice, three times, she stirs, the wound already itching and tingling where spice and other residuum intrude. A low hum rises in her throat as she withdraws her hand, holding the wet finger aloft while grasping the cup firmly and tipping it over onto the matching saucer waiting below.<br /> <br /> Twisting the bottom of the cup in sharp, concise rotations, she counts slowly backward, storm-cloud grey eyes traveling along with its counter-clockwise path. When the elegantly curved handle arrives parallel to her once more, she stops, then closes her eyes and lifts the vessel, setting it aside. A strange mural unravels before her - unassuming and no more than a mess upon fine dishes to the untrained eye, but she sees far deeper. Scanning from left to right, up and down, she releases a quiet, introspective, &quot;Hmmm...&quot;, then carefully wipes a still bleeding finger on the cloth napkin in her lap. &quot;Well&quot; she muses, a slight smile catching the corner of her mouth. &quot;I suppose I had best get dressed.&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> It drifted over her face in fine powder, clinging to pale hair, lashes<br /> <br /> and skin before melting into the warmth found there. Bleak, shining, the<br /> <br /> sun made dazzling diamonds of the snowfield around her, a sparkle born<br /> <br /> here like an upturned sky in which the earth is reduced to foggy<br /> <br /> atmosphere above the blinding radiance of a white-starred veil drawn<br /> <br /> over a Lady's chilled countenance. Frigid air slid into her lungs, a<br /> <br /> deep breath was taken; stillness breaks as from poppy-induced trancing<br /> <br /> she finds herself alone.<br /> <br /> <br /> Rather than seek respite in the fur mantle she wears, her cold fingers<br /> <br /> brush errant patterns in the snow, a soft flurry of words released in<br /> <br /> plumes of crystallised moisture to stain the brittle air biting her sore<br /> <br /> lips like glacial suitors intent on stealing kisses. &quot;You are cold, and<br /> <br /> You are beautiful&quot;, she sings, though her voice is lost in a gust of<br /> <br /> wind. &quot;Where the winter moon shines in hardship, the stars beckon&quot;. The<br /> <br /> timbre of her voice deepens as she reaches back with a hand and tugs the<br /> <br /> pelt from her shoulders, shrugging it off and leaving her bare as a babe<br /> <br /> in the boreal recesses of abandonment. Frosted tears like ornaments from<br /> <br /> flushed cheeks slide, caught and held, precious gems upon her skin --<br /> <br /> she is afraid.<br /> <br /> <br /> Frigid, the climate penetrates, exacerbates, and lifting a mirror in<br /> <br /> shaking hands she gazes upon her other self within the fogged glass. Her<br /> <br /> twin smiles and becomes the face of the moon -- pale and unflawed,<br /> <br /> though this imagery is broken as a crimson trickle slides across its<br /> <br /> ice-sheet surface. &quot;A prophesy broken&quot; she murmurs softly, the bloody<br /> <br /> portent noted with drawn brows while she presses a wounded hand to the<br /> <br /> mirror-self and washes her away in a smear of scarlet.<br /> <br /> <br /> Something profound slithers beneath her ivory skin, something pulses to<br /> <br /> a beat not unlike that of a heart. This rhythm refuses to synchronize<br /> <br /> with hers, instead coaxing her heart's thrum to play counterpart in an<br /> <br /> enthusiastic recital. Unable to do else, she takes up the drum and sets<br /> <br /> a beat with her palm, the soothing balm of a mystic's hymn uniting these<br /> <br /> two pulses of life in one purpose -- A symphony of spirituality.</div>

DAMSEL https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Hollow_Eve_Festival_425&diff=478108 2017-11-01T14:52:26Z

<p>DAMSEL: /* New Materials */</p> <hr /> <div>{{RTOC}}<br /> [[Image:HollowEve2017.png|600px]]<br /> ==Opening and Closing Dates==<br /> <br /> {|class=&quot;wikitable&quot;<br /> |-<br /> !Instance!!Opens!!Closes!!Box Office<br /> |-<br /> |'''Prime'''||Friday, October 27, 2017 (13 Lirisa 425)||Sunday, November 26, 2017||[http://www.play.net/dr/quests/ Purchase Tickets]<br /> |-<br /> |'''Platinum'''||Friday, October 27, 2017 (13 Lirisa 425)||Sunday, November 26, 2017|||[http://www.play.net/dr/quests/ Purchase Tickets]<br /> |-<br /> |'''Fallen'''||Friday, October 27, 2017 (13 Lirisa 425)||Sunday, November 26, 2017||[http://www.play.net/dr/quests/ Purchase Tickets]<br /> |}<br /> <br /> ==Official Description and Announcement==<br /> ===Web Site Announcement===<br /> Games, raffles, shops, and merchants -- Hollow Eve 2017 has it all! &lt;br&gt;<br /> Come see what surprises await!&lt;br&gt;<br /> Opening Friday, October 27th!&lt;br&gt;<br /> The event you’ve waited for all year is just around the corner! Purchase a ticket for Hollow Eve 2017 and get access to:<br /> * A special gift exclusive to this year’s Hollow Eve!<br /> * Updated shops and games!<br /> * Raffles with unique items up to Tier 5 in strength!<br /> * New and unique items in the Hollow Eve auction!<br /> * New adventures and storylines!<br /> * New treasure at the [[Sleeping Dragon Corn Maze (2017)|Sleeping Dragon Corn Maze]] companion event!<br /> <br /> ==Location and Map==<br /> ;Province: [[Forfedhdar]]<br /> ;Town: [[Hibarnhvidar]]<br /> ;Currency: [[Dokora]]<br /> ;[[Hollow Eve Festival 425 map|map]]<br /> '''Note:''' While this event takes place outside of Zoluren, F2P players do not need a {{ilink|i|Passport to Forfedhdar}} to attend.<br /> <br /> ==Tasks for Tickets and Items==<br /> In the week before the festival opened, rifts opened randomly throughout the 5 provinces. From these rifts, [[Starcrasher‎]] and [[Zenzic]] can spawn. {{com|go}} {{tt|rift}} will randomly transport you to other areas around the world. Near the [[Meeting portal]]s in most cities or Town Green South in [[Crossing]], a [[black-clad priestess of Harawep]], a [[white-clad priestess of Albreda]] and a [[gold-clad priestess of Tamsine]] can be found, each giving out tasks that will earn '''points''' and currency on completion.<br /> * a black-clad priestess of Harawep: a kill task that reward you 3 &quot;points&quot; per kill made during the task<br /> :* ''note: Empath [[Guardian Spirit]] and similar summoned companion kills will not count towards the task''<br /> * a white-clad priestess of Albreda: bring {{sloot|i|Sliver of blue-black anathema}} that you {{com|break}} from rifts at 1 &quot;point&quot; per sliver returned<br /> :* {{com|ask}} {{tt|priestess about rift}} to check the current location of rifts.<br /> * a gold-clad priestess of Tamsine: return a random item, a {{sloot|i|pitted chunk of loimic}}, that rift mobs drop for 9 &quot;points&quot; per chunk returned<br /> These '''points''' will result in some reward from Captain [[Kurmin]] once the festival grounds open. Available to all characters prior to the festival, even those not signed up for the festival, are the following titles:<br /> * 10 points - [[Title:Mooring Thread|Mooring Thread]]<br /> * 25 points - [[Title:Web Healer|Web Healer]]<br /> * 100 points - [[Title:Fate's Skein|Fate's Skein]]<br /> * 500 points - [[Title:Fate's Fury|Fate's Fury]]<br /> * 1000 points - [[Title:Corruption's Death|Corruption's Death]]<br /> <br /> {{com|Title}} {{tt|List Generic}}: Shows the titles you've earned from accumulated points. [[Free Accounts]] characters must purchase the [[Free_accounts#Upgrades_for_Free_Accounts|title change scroll]] from the [https://store.play.net/store/purchase/dr SimuCoins store] to wear an earned title. <br /> <br /> {{com|ask}} {{tt|priestess about work}} to check your total accumulated points.<br /> <br /> {{com|ask}} {{tt|workman about reward}} just past the path to the spider to claim [[Hollow Eve tickets]] based off your accumulated points.<br /> <br /> ==Events and Gifts==<br /> *{{sloot|i|Epistemic Journal}}<br /> *[[Festival Greeters]] will be wandering the grounds and giving out gifts!<br /> *[[Tickets command|Stores with items for tickets]]<br /> *[[Hollow Eve 425 Raffle Center|raffle results]]<br /> *[[Hollow Eve 425 alteration list|alteration list]]<br /> *[[Hollow Eve Festival 425 Auction|Auction]]: Saturday, November 18 (Prime); Sunday, November 19 (Plat)<br /> *Free passes to the [[Sleeping Dragon Corn Maze (2017)|Sleeping Dragon Corn Maze]]. {{com|claim}} the passes in game, with the number given based off which tier of ticket you purchase to the HE event:<br /> :* Admit 1 receives 3 passes<br /> :* Admit 2 receives 3 passes<br /> :* Admit 3 receives 4 passes<br /> :* Admit 4 receives 5 passes<br /> :* Admit all receives 6 passes<br /> *[[Urdesas|Urdesas Works With Kittens]]: 11/3/17 8:30pm EST (Prime - Premium Subscribers Only)<br /> *[[Kasine's Gauntlet]]: First Run - 11/5/17 9am EST (Prime)<br /> *[[The Spidersworn]]: 11/5/17 2pm EST (Prime); 11/5/17 6pm EST (Plat)<br /> *[[Chakrel|Chakrel Carving]]: 11/7/17 12pm EST (Prime); 11/6/17 5pm EST (Plat)<br /> *[[The Book Binder]]: 11/11/17 12pm EST (Prime); 11/12/17 12pm EST (Plat)<br /> *[[A Faerie’s Glamour]]: 11/11/17 7pm EST (Prime); 11/12/17 7pm EST (Plat)<br /> *[[Kasine's Gauntlet]]: Second Run - 11/15/17 4pm EST (Prime)<br /> *[[Kasine's Gauntlet]]: Final Run - 11/17/17 11pm EST (Prime)<br /> *[[Focus (item)|Foci Finagling]]: 11/19/17 5pm EST (Prime); 11/18/17 5pm EST (Plat)<br /> *Please see the '''FESTIVAL''' verb in game for the most updated information on scheduled alterers and other live events during this year's Hollow Eve.<br /> <br /> ==Tentative Merchants==<br /> *[[:Category:Hollow Eve Festival 425 shops|Full Directory]]<br /> <br /> ===Shops===<br /> ====New and Updated Shops====<br /> * '''Note:''' See the below GAMES section for games with updated prizes in 425.<br /> {{columns-list|4|<br /> *[[Cultured Attire (4)|A Cultured Attire]]<br /> *[[Accents for the Arachnophile (4)|Accents for the Arachnophile]]<br /> *[[Ahreusse's Atelier (3)|Ahreusse's Atelier]]<br /> *[[Comfortable Rakash (3)|Comfortable Rakash]]<br /> *[[Eye Spy (2)|Eye Spy]]<br /> *[[Famous Last Words (5)|Famous Last Words]]<br /> *[[Hair Apparent (4)|Hair Apparent]]<br /> *[[Mordiv's Fun House (3)|Mordiv's Fun House]]<br /> *[[One Man's Trash (5)|One Man's Trash]]<br /> *[[Silken Seams (4)|Silken Seams]]<br /> *[[Sketchy By Design (7)|Sketchy By Design]]<br /> *[[Smaller Side of Life (3)|Smaller Side of Life]]<br /> *[[Humanist (3)|The Humanist]]<br /> *[[Mercurial Mage|The Mercurial Mage]]<br /> *[[Musiceum (4)|The Musiceum]]<br /> *[[Vatari's Ritual Addiction (5)|Vatari's Ritual Addiction]]<br /> *[[Whimsical Winds (4)|Whimsical Winds]]<br /> }}<br /> <br /> ====Returning Shops====<br /> {{columns-list|4|<br /> *[[Quick Bite (2)|A Quick Bite]]<br /> *[[Walk on the Wild Side (2)|A Walk on the Wild Side]]<br /> *[[Abandoned Dragon (2)|Abandoned Dragon]]<br /> *[[Acaph's Acquisitions]]<br /> *[[Aerial Artistry]]<br /> *[[All Aquiver]]<br /> *[[All in Good Tome (2)|All in Good Tome]]<br /> *[[All Wound Up (2)|All Wound Up]]<br /> *[[Amulets by Liathe (6)|Amulets by Liathe]]<br /> *[[Amylia's Attic (2)|Amylia's Attic]]<br /> *[[Ang'hhsmus]]<br /> *[[Artistry of Flesh]]<br /> *[[Asketi's Stop (4)|Asketi's Stop]]<br /> *[[Basimah's (3)|Basimah's]]<br /> *[[Beastly Behavior (5)|Beastly Behavior]]<br /> *[[Behind the Mask (2)|Behind the Mask]]<br /> *[[Below the Fold]]<br /> *[[Birds of a Feather (3)|Birds of a Feather]]<br /> *[[Bizarre Bazaar]]<br /> *[[Blanve's Bounty (4)|Blanve's Bounty]]<br /> *[[Blythe Spirits (2)|Blythe Spirits]]<br /> *[[Bones (2)|Bones]]<br /> *[[By the Book]]<br /> *[[Chizelli's Charms (4)|Chizelli's Charms]]<br /> *[[Clear Visions]]<br /> *[[Cloudwalker's Smoke Shop]]<br /> *[[Country Style]]<br /> *[[Cowsmoopolitan (3)|Cowsmoopolitan]]<br /> *[[Crafty Cloaks (2)|Crafty Cloaks]]<br /> *[[Creature Comforts]]<br /> *[[Creepy Costumes]]<br /> *[[Crypticats]]<br /> *[[Cuddly Creations (2)|Cuddly Creations]]<br /> *[[Cute as a Button (2)|Cute as a Button]]<br /> *[[Daelus's Entrances and Exits (3)|Daelus's Entrances and Exits]]<br /> *[[Dark Dalliance]]<br /> *[[Dark Defenders (2)|Dark Defenders]]<br /> *[[Dark Delights]]<br /> *[[Dark Symphony (2)|Dark Symphony]]<br /> *[[Darsam's Drifters (3)|Darsam's Drifters]]<br /> *[[Delicate Creations]]<br /> *[[Diamond Deities (3)|Diamond Deities]]<br /> *[[Disenchantments (4)|Disenchantments]]<br /> *[[Eagle Eye (2)|Eagle Eye]]<br /> *[[Elahkti's Metal Arts (2)|Elahkti's Metal Arts]]<br /> *[[Empty Settings]]<br /> *[[Eternal Moments (2)|Eternal Moments]]<br /> *[[Everything in Moderation (3)|Everything in Moderation]]<br /> *[[Exaltation Tintinnabulum]]<br /> *[[Excess Baggage]]<br /> *[[Fabric Fantasies (3)|Fabric Fantasies]]<br /> *[[Fall's Harvest (2)|Fall's Harvest]]<br /> *[[Fangs For the Memory (2)|Fangs For the Memory]]<br /> *[[Findorslyth's Fortifiers]]<br /> *[[Fishy's Pants Mart (3)|Fishy's Pants Mart]]<br /> *[[Flower Power (3)|Flower Power]]<br /> *[[Focus on the Past (2)|Focus on the Past]]<br /> *[[Force of Habit (2)|Force of Habit]]<br /> *[[Forever Faithful (2)|Forever Faithful]]<br /> *[[Frisky Portraits]]<br /> *[[Funny Bones (2)|Funny Bones]]<br /> *[[Gearanimals]]<br /> *[[Gersvinda's Natural Studies (2)|Gersvinda's Natural Studies]]<br /> *[[Give 'Em the Boot (4)|Give 'Em the Boot]]<br /> *[[Glythtide's Gifts and Gags]]<br /> *[[Grate Expectations]]<br /> *[[Grieving Grave (5)|Grieving Grave]]<br /> *[[Heikea]]<br /> *[[Hero to Go (2)|Hero to Go]]<br /> *[[Hide and Silk (3)|Hide and Silk]]<br /> *[[Holey Warez (2)|Holey Warez]]<br /> *[[Hollow Bellies (3)|Hollow Bellies]]<br /> *[[Huffenclaw's Decadent Delights]]<br /> *[[Huffenclaw's Wondrous Wares (2)|Huffenclaw's Wondrous Wares]]<br /> *[[Hunka's Burning Love (2)|Hunka's Burning Love]]<br /> *[[I'll Eat My Hat (2)|I'll Eat My Hat]]<br /> *[[Ilithian Heritage]]<br /> *[[In the Hollow]]<br /> *[[Jewelry in Phases (2)|Jewelry in Phases]]<br /> *[[Jhanine Dering Cloaks (4)|Jhanine Dering Cloaks]]<br /> *[[Jhiskar's Provisions (3)|Jhiskar's Provisions]]<br /> *[[Jubby's Tattoos (2)|Jubby's Tattoos]]<br /> *[[Just a Slice (2)|Just a Slice]]<br /> *[[Just Desserts (2)|Just Desserts]]<br /> *[[Knightly Attire (2)|Knightly Attire]]<br /> *[[Krobble's Karavan (2)|Krobble's Karavan]]<br /> *[[Lavender and Lace (3)|Lavender and Lace]]<br /> *[[Leftovers (3)|Leftovers]]<br /> *[[Liquid Assets (2)|Liquid Assets]]<br /> *[[Made for Walking]]<br /> *[[Magical Minions (3)|Magical Minions]]<br /> *[[Masquer Aid (2)|Masquer Aid]]<br /> *[[Misenseor Goods (5)|Misenseor Goods]]<br /> *[[Mob Mentality (3)|Mob Mentality]]<br /> *[[Natural Beauty (2)|Natural Beauty]]<br /> *[[Natural Selections]]<br /> *[[Nectar of the Wisp (4)|Nectar of the Wisp]]<br /> *[[Nest o' Snakes (2)|Nest o' Snakes]]<br /> *[[Nigeyi's]]<br /> *[[NightMares (4)|NightMares]]<br /> *[[Obscure Memories (5)|Obscure Memories]]<br /> *[[Obscured Visions]]<br /> *[[Ode to Glythtide]]<br /> *[[Odiferous Ornaments]]<br /> *[[On the Mend (2)|On the Mend]]<br /> *[[Once Possessed (2)|Once Possessed]]<br /> *[[Outrageous Fortune]]<br /> *[[Packrat's Piece of Paradise (3)|Packrat's Piece of Paradise]]<br /> *[[Peaceful Intentions (2)|Peaceful Intentions]]<br /> *[[Pi'botuk Pel'arsharra|Pi'botuk Pel'arsharra]]<br /> *[[Pi'rasha's Pins (2)|Pi'rasha's Pins]]<br /> *[[PrEcIouS DeLigHtS (2)|PrEcIouS DeLigHtS]]<br /> *[[Puffindor's Professional Pieces (3)|Puffindor's Professional Pieces]]<br /> *[[Puffs of Glitter|Puffs of Glitter]]<br /> *[[Q'tahhl's Place (2)|Q'tahhl's Place]]<br /> *[[Quiver In Fear (2)|Quiver in Fear]]<br /> *[[Ratchet Shack]]<br /> *[[Ready to Were]]<br /> *[[Reinventing the Wheel (2)|Reinventing the Wheel]]<br /> *[[Relief in the Dark (3)|Relief in the Dark]]<br /> *[[Riding The Range (2)|Riding the Range]]<br /> *[[Sable's (2)|Sable's Tent]]<br /> *[[Scabbards 'n' Sheaths (2)|Scabbards 'n' Sheaths]]<br /> *[[ScallyWags]]<br /> *[[See The Light (2)|See The Light]]<br /> *[[Shenneshwi's Stockpile (4)|Shenneshwi's Stockpile]]<br /> *[[Shh'oi Mhhg]]<br /> *[[Shimmers of Silver]]<br /> *[[Shugar's Cookie Emporium]]<br /> *[[Siegery Shop (3)|Siegery Shop]]<br /> *[[Signs of the Times (3)|Signs of the Times]]<br /> *[[Silken Garden]]<br /> *[[Simply Essential (2)|Simply Essential]]<br /> *[[Sindah's Silk Sensations (3)|Sindah's Silk Sensations]]<br /> *[[Slay it with Music]]<br /> *[[Sleepwalkers (4)|Sleepwalkers]]<br /> *[[Slings and Things (2)|Slings and Things]]<br /> *[[Smokes 'n' Spirits]]<br /> *[[Snacky Happiness (2)|Snacky Happiness]]<br /> *[[Snookie's Divine Spoons (3)|Snookie's Divine Spoons]]<br /> *[[Something's Fishy]]<br /> *[[Soulful Trinkets]]<br /> *[[Spikan's Sporrans (3)|Spikan's Sporrans]]<br /> *[[Spiraling Out of Control]]<br /> *[[Sputkin's (3)|Sputkin's]]<br /> *[[Storms of Silk]]<br /> *[[Stuff It]]<br /> *[[Suite of Sweets (2)|Suite of Sweets]]<br /> *[[Sumptuous Silks (3)|Sumptuous Silks]]<br /> *[[Tastelessly Tacky (7)|Tastelessly Tacky]]<br /> *[[Tea For Tamsine (2)|Tea for Tamsine]]<br /> *[[Tending the Fold (2)|Tending the Fold]]<br /> *[[Archivist (shop) (4)|The Archivist]]<br /> *[[Clerks' Collections (2)|The Clerks' Collections]]<br /> *[[Cutting Edge (4)|The Cutting Edge]]<br /> *[[Eclectic Eccentric (2)|The Eclectic Eccentric]]<br /> *[[Eye of Power|The Eye of Power]]<br /> *[[Faithful Defender (2)|The Faithful Defender]]<br /> *[[Fashionable Panda (2)|The Fashionable Panda]]<br /> *[[Finer Things (2)|The Finer Things]]<br /> *[[Gear Shop (5)|The Gear Shop]]<br /> *[[Glass Bubble|The Glass Bubble]]<br /> *[[House of Bones (2)|The House of Bones]]<br /> *[[Kitten Emporium (2)|The Kitten Emporium]]<br /> *[[Laughing Nomlas|The Laughing Nomlas]]<br /> *[[Male Persuasion (3)|The Male Persuasion]]<br /> *[[Mind of Sdai (5)|The Mind of Sdai]]<br /> *[[Naked Sheep (2)|The Naked Sheep]]<br /> *[[Other Siegery Shop|The Other Siegery Shop]]<br /> *[[Perfect Rose (2)|The Perfect Rose]]<br /> *[[Photash School of Butlery|The Photash School of Butlery]]<br /> *[[Stylish Stallion|The Stylish Stallion]]<br /> *[[Terrific Turnip (3)|The Terrific Turnip]]<br /> *[[Toy Box (2)|The Toy Box]]<br /> *[[Thee Mottl'd Teoy Shoppe]]<br /> *[[This Little Piggy]]<br /> *[[Tildi's Blooms (3)|Tildi's Blooms]]<br /> *[[Tookes' Nook (2)|Tookes' Nook]]<br /> *[[Top Notch (2)|Top Notch]]<br /> *[[Town and Country (3)|Town and Country]]<br /> *[[Treasures of the Spirit (3)|Treasures of the Spirit]]<br /> *[[Tricky Treats (3)|Tricky Treats]]<br /> *[[Turialo's Haven (8)|Turialo's Haven]]<br /> *[[Visions of Holiness (3)|Visions of Holiness]]<br /> *[[Walk This Way (2)|Walk This Way]]<br /> *[[Which Craft|Which Craft]]<br /> *[[Whimsies|Whimsies]]<br /> *[[Wicked Windows (4)|Wicked Windows]]<br /> *[[Witchery|Witchery]]<br /> *[[Women at Arms Annex (2)|Women at Arms Annex]]<br /> *[[Yarrel's Varmint Vittles (2)|Yarrel's Varmint Vittles]]<br /> *[[Your Inner Animal (3)|Your Inner Animal]]<br /> }}<br /> <br /> ===Games===<br /> '''Notes:'''<br /> * While the chart below shows what is dropped at each game, each game may drop different things at different rates. One game might be better at dropping crystals than rings, while another might be really good at stones instead of tickets, and so on. Explore and try things to see what works best for your current needs!<br /> * Game names in '''bold''' text have updated loot tables for the 425 event.<br /> {|border=&quot;1&quot; class=&quot;wikitable sortable&quot;<br /> ! name||items||tickets||simple &amp; ornate rings||potency crystals||infuser stones<br /> |-<br /> |'''[[A Game of Chicken]]'''||X||X||all||X||X<br /> |-<br /> |[[Armadillo Crush (4)|Armadillo Crush]]|||||||||||<br /> |-<br /> |'''[[Blood and Gourd (3)|Blood and Gourd]]'''||X||X||Haralun only||X||X<br /> |-<br /> |'''[[Bobbing for Leeches]]'''||X|||||||||<br /> |-<br /> |'''[[Boggle Blast (3)|Boggle Blast]]'''||X||X||Niello only||X||X<br /> |-<br /> |[[Clockwork Spinneret]]||X|||||||||<br /> |-<br /> |[[Darkbox 425 prizes|Darkbox]]||X||X|||||||<br /> |-<br /> |[[Death From Above]]||X|||||||||<br /> |-<br /> |[[Entrail Toss Arena (3)|Entrail Toss]]||X|||||||||<br /> |-<br /> |'''[[Grave earth pile|Grave Earth Pile]]'''||X||||Glitvire only||X||X<br /> |-<br /> |'''[[Harawep Shrine 425|Web-filled Harawep shrine]]'''||X||X||some||X||X|<br /> |-<br /> |[[Hollow Eve Task Rewards|Tasks]]||X||X||||||||<br /> |-<br /> |[[Kasine's Gauntlet]]||X||||||||||<br /> |-<br /> |'''[[Musical Chairs of Doom]]'''||X||X||all||X||X<br /> |-<br /> |[[Ring Toss]]||X||||||||<br /> |-<br /> |[[Rissan Roulette]]||||||||||<br /> |-<br /> |[[Sandbox]]||X||||||||<br /> |-<br /> |'''[[Snake Pit]]'''||X||X||Alerce only||X||X<br /> |-<br /> |[[Spider's Web (2)|Spider's Web]]||||||||||<br /> |}<br /> <br /> ==New Materials==<br /> {{columns-list|3|<br /> * [[Anjisis]]<br /> * [[Albreda's heart rose]]<br /> * [[Aldamdin]]<br /> * [[Belzune stone]]<br /> * [[Felwood]]<br /> * [[Gnomish kocho]]<br /> * [[Harawep's web rose]]<br /> * [[Indurium]]<br /> * [[Kiralan]]<br /> * [[Loimic]]<br /> * [[Moradu-bone]]<br /> * [[Punka]]<br /> * [[Shadowbark]]<br /> * [[Shadowleaf]]<br /> * [[Sprite-bone]]<br /> * [[Tamsine's cauldron rose]]<br /> * [[Telothian]]<br /> * [[Wildlace]]<br /> * [[Zeltfish-bone]]<br /> }}<br /> {{RefAl}}<br /> {{Cat|Paid events, Festivals, Events}}</div>

DAMSEL https://elanthipedia.play.net/index.php?title=Hollow_Eve_Festival_425&diff=478107 2017-11-01T14:51:10Z

<p>DAMSEL: /* New Materials */</p> <hr /> <div>{{RTOC}}<br /> [[Image:HollowEve2017.png|600px]]<br /> ==Opening and Closing Dates==<br /> <br /> {|class=&quot;wikitable&quot;<br /> |-<br /> !Instance!!Opens!!Closes!!Box Office<br /> |-<br /> |'''Prime'''||Friday, October 27, 2017 (13 Lirisa 425)||Sunday, November 26, 2017||[http://www.play.net/dr/quests/ Purchase Tickets]<br /> |-<br /> |'''Platinum'''||Friday, October 27, 2017 (13 Lirisa 425)||Sunday, November 26, 2017|||[http://www.play.net/dr/quests/ Purchase Tickets]<br /> |-<br /> |'''Fallen'''||Friday, October 27, 2017 (13 Lirisa 425)||Sunday, November 26, 2017||[http://www.play.net/dr/quests/ Purchase Tickets]<br /> |}<br /> <br /> ==Official Description and Announcement==<br /> ===Web Site Announcement===<br /> Games, raffles, shops, and merchants -- Hollow Eve 2017 has it all! &lt;br&gt;<br /> Come see what surprises await!&lt;br&gt;<br /> Opening Friday, October 27th!&lt;br&gt;<br /> The event you’ve waited for all year is just around the corner! Purchase a ticket for Hollow Eve 2017 and get access to:<br /> * A special gift exclusive to this year’s Hollow Eve!<br /> * Updated shops and games!<br /> * Raffles with unique items up to Tier 5 in strength!<br /> * New and unique items in the Hollow Eve auction!<br /> * New adventures and storylines!<br /> * New treasure at the [[Sleeping Dragon Corn Maze (2017)|Sleeping Dragon Corn Maze]] companion event!<br /> <br /> ==Location and Map==<br /> ;Province: [[Forfedhdar]]<br /> ;Town: [[Hibarnhvidar]]<br /> ;Currency: [[Dokora]]<br /> ;[[Hollow Eve Festival 425 map|map]]<br /> '''Note:''' While this event takes place outside of Zoluren, F2P players do not need a {{ilink|i|Passport to Forfedhdar}} to attend.<br /> <br /> ==Tasks for Tickets and Items==<br /> In the week before the festival opened, rifts opened randomly throughout the 5 provinces. From these rifts, [[Starcrasher‎]] and [[Zenzic]] can spawn. {{com|go}} {{tt|rift}} will randomly transport you to other areas around the world. Near the [[Meeting portal]]s in most cities or Town Green South in [[Crossing]], a [[black-clad priestess of Harawep]], a [[white-clad priestess of Albreda]] and a [[gold-clad priestess of Tamsine]] can be found, each giving out tasks that will earn '''points''' and currency on completion.<br /> * a black-clad priestess of Harawep: a kill task that reward you 3 &quot;points&quot; per kill made during the task<br /> :* ''note: Empath [[Guardian Spirit]] and similar summoned companion kills will not count towards the task''<br /> * a white-clad priestess of Albreda: bring {{sloot|i|Sliver of blue-black anathema}} that you {{com|break}} from rifts at 1 &quot;point&quot; per sliver returned<br /> :* {{com|ask}} {{tt|priestess about rift}} to check the current location of rifts.<br /> * a gold-clad priestess of Tamsine: return a random item, a {{sloot|i|pitted chunk of loimic}}, that rift mobs drop for 9 &quot;points&quot; per chunk returned<br /> These '''points''' will result in some reward from Captain [[Kurmin]] once the festival grounds open. Available to all characters prior to the festival, even those not signed up for the festival, are the following titles:<br /> * 10 points - [[Title:Mooring Thread|Mooring Thread]]<br /> * 25 points - [[Title:Web Healer|Web Healer]]<br /> * 100 points - [[Title:Fate's Skein|Fate's Skein]]<br /> * 500 points - [[Title:Fate's Fury|Fate's Fury]]<br /> * 1000 points - [[Title:Corruption's Death|Corruption's Death]]<br /> <br /> {{com|Title}} {{tt|List Generic}}: Shows the titles you've earned from accumulated points. [[Free Accounts]] characters must purchase the [[Free_accounts#Upgrades_for_Free_Accounts|title change scroll]] from the [https://store.play.net/store/purchase/dr SimuCoins store] to wear an earned title. <br /> <br /> {{com|ask}} {{tt|priestess about work}} to check your total accumulated points.<br /> <br /> {{com|ask}} {{tt|workman about reward}} just past the path to the spider to claim [[Hollow Eve tickets]] based off your accumulated points.<br /> <br /> ==Events and Gifts==<br /> *{{sloot|i|Epistemic Journal}}<br /> *[[Festival Greeters]] will be wandering the grounds and giving out gifts!<br /> *[[Tickets command|Stores with items for tickets]]<br /> *[[Hollow Eve 425 Raffle Center|raffle results]]<br /> *[[Hollow Eve 425 alteration list|alteration list]]<br /> *[[Hollow Eve Festival 425 Auction|Auction]]: Saturday, November 18 (Prime); Sunday, November 19 (Plat)<br /> *Free passes to the [[Sleeping Dragon Corn Maze (2017)|Sleeping Dragon Corn Maze]]. {{com|claim}} the passes in game, with the number given based off which tier of ticket you purchase to the HE event:<br /> :* Admit 1 receives 3 passes<br /> :* Admit 2 receives 3 passes<br /> :* Admit 3 receives 4 passes<br /> :* Admit 4 receives 5 passes<br /> :* Admit all receives 6 passes<br /> *[[Urdesas|Urdesas Works With Kittens]]: 11/3/17 8:30pm EST (Prime - Premium Subscribers Only)<br /> *[[Kasine's Gauntlet]]: First Run - 11/5/17 9am EST (Prime)<br /> *[[The Spidersworn]]: 11/5/17 2pm EST (Prime); 11/5/17 6pm EST (Plat)<br /> *[[Chakrel|Chakrel Carving]]: 11/7/17 12pm EST (Prime); 11/6/17 5pm EST (Plat)<br /> *[[The Book Binder]]: 11/11/17 12pm EST (Prime); 11/12/17 12pm EST (Plat)<br /> *[[A Faerie’s Glamour]]: 11/11/17 7pm EST (Prime); 11/12/17 7pm EST (Plat)<br /> *[[Kasine's Gauntlet]]: Second Run - 11/15/17 4pm EST (Prime)<br /> *[[Kasine's Gauntlet]]: Final Run - 11/17/17 11pm EST (Prime)<br /> *[[Focus (item)|Foci Finagling]]: 11/19/17 5pm EST (Prime); 11/18/17 5pm EST (Plat)<br /> *Please see the '''FESTIVAL''' verb in game for the most updated information on scheduled alterers and other live events during this year's Hollow Eve.<br /> <br /> ==Tentative Merchants==<br /> *[[:Category:Hollow Eve Festival 425 shops|Full Directory]]<br /> <br /> ===Shops===<br /> ====New and Updated Shops====<br /> * '''Note:''' See the below GAMES section for games with updated prizes in 425.<br /> {{columns-list|4|<br /> *[[Cultured Attire (4)|A Cultured Attire]]<br /> *[[Accents for the Arachnophile (4)|Accents for the Arachnophile]]<br /> *[[Ahreusse's Atelier (3)|Ahreusse's Atelier]]<br /> *[[Comfortable Rakash (3)|Comfortable Rakash]]<br /> *[[Eye Spy (2)|Eye Spy]]<br /> *[[Famous Last Words (5)|Famous Last Words]]<br /> *[[Hair Apparent (4)|Hair Apparent]]<br /> *[[Mordiv's Fun House (3)|Mordiv's Fun House]]<br /> *[[One Man's Trash (5)|One Man's Trash]]<br /> *[[Silken Seams (4)|Silken Seams]]<br /> *[[Sketchy By Design (7)|Sketchy By Design]]<br /> *[[Smaller Side of Life (3)|Smaller Side of Life]]<br /> *[[Humanist (3)|The Humanist]]<br /> *[[Mercurial Mage|The Mercurial Mage]]<br /> *[[Musiceum (4)|The Musiceum]]<br /> *[[Vatari's Ritual Addiction (5)|Vatari's Ritual Addiction]]<br /> *[[Whimsical Winds (4)|Whimsical Winds]]<br /> }}<br /> <br /> ====Returning Shops====<br /> {{columns-list|4|<br /> *[[Quick Bite (2)|A Quick Bite]]<br /> *[[Walk on the Wild Side (2)|A Walk on the Wild Side]]<br /> *[[Abandoned Dragon (2)|Abandoned Dragon]]<br /> *[[Acaph's Acquisitions]]<br /> *[[Aerial Artistry]]<br /> *[[All Aquiver]]<br /> *[[All in Good Tome (2)|All in Good Tome]]<br /> *[[All Wound Up (2)|All Wound Up]]<br /> *[[Amulets by Liathe (6)|Amulets by Liathe]]<br /> *[[Amylia's Attic (2)|Amylia's Attic]]<br /> *[[Ang'hhsmus]]<br /> *[[Artistry of Flesh]]<br /> *[[Asketi's Stop (4)|Asketi's Stop]]<br /> *[[Basimah's (3)|Basimah's]]<br /> *[[Beastly Behavior (5)|Beastly Behavior]]<br /> *[[Behind the Mask (2)|Behind the Mask]]<br /> *[[Below the Fold]]<br /> *[[Birds of a Feather (3)|Birds of a Feather]]<br /> *[[Bizarre Bazaar]]<br /> *[[Blanve's Bounty (4)|Blanve's Bounty]]<br /> *[[Blythe Spirits (2)|Blythe Spirits]]<br /> *[[Bones (2)|Bones]]<br /> *[[By the Book]]<br /> *[[Chizelli's Charms (4)|Chizelli's Charms]]<br /> *[[Clear Visions]]<br /> *[[Cloudwalker's Smoke Shop]]<br /> *[[Country Style]]<br /> *[[Cowsmoopolitan (3)|Cowsmoopolitan]]<br /> *[[Crafty Cloaks (2)|Crafty Cloaks]]<br /> *[[Creature Comforts]]<br /> *[[Creepy Costumes]]<br /> *[[Crypticats]]<br /> *[[Cuddly Creations (2)|Cuddly Creations]]<br /> *[[Cute as a Button (2)|Cute as a Button]]<br /> *[[Daelus's Entrances and Exits (3)|Daelus's Entrances and Exits]]<br /> *[[Dark Dalliance]]<br /> *[[Dark Defenders (2)|Dark Defenders]]<br /> *[[Dark Delights]]<br /> *[[Dark Symphony (2)|Dark Symphony]]<br /> *[[Darsam's Drifters (3)|Darsam's Drifters]]<br /> *[[Delicate Creations]]<br /> *[[Diamond Deities (3)|Diamond Deities]]<br /> *[[Disenchantments (4)|Disenchantments]]<br /> *[[Eagle Eye (2)|Eagle Eye]]<br /> *[[Elahkti's Metal Arts (2)|Elahkti's Metal Arts]]<br /> *[[Empty Settings]]<br /> *[[Eternal Moments (2)|Eternal Moments]]<br /> *[[Everything in Moderation (3)|Everything in Moderation]]<br /> *[[Exaltation Tintinnabulum]]<br /> *[[Excess Baggage]]<br /> *[[Fabric Fantasies (3)|Fabric Fantasies]]<br /> *[[Fall's Harvest (2)|Fall's Harvest]]<br /> *[[Fangs For the Memory (2)|Fangs For the Memory]]<br /> *[[Findorslyth's Fortifiers]]<br /> *[[Fishy's Pants Mart (3)|Fishy's Pants Mart]]<br /> *[[Flower Power (3)|Flower Power]]<br /> *[[Focus on the Past (2)|Focus on the Past]]<br /> *[[Force of Habit (2)|Force of Habit]]<br /> *[[Forever Faithful (2)|Forever Faithful]]<br /> *[[Frisky Portraits]]<br /> *[[Funny Bones (2)|Funny Bones]]<br /> *[[Gearanimals]]<br /> *[[Gersvinda's Natural Studies (2)|Gersvinda's Natural Studies]]<br /> *[[Give 'Em the Boot (4)|Give 'Em the Boot]]<br /> *[[Glythtide's Gifts and Gags]]<br /> *[[Grate Expectations]]<br /> *[[Grieving Grave (5)|Grieving Grave]]<br /> *[[Heikea]]<br /> *[[Hero to Go (2)|Hero to Go]]<br /> *[[Hide and Silk (3)|Hide and Silk]]<br /> *[[Holey Warez (2)|Holey Warez]]<br /> *[[Hollow Bellies (3)|Hollow Bellies]]<br /> *[[Huffenclaw's Decadent Delights]]<br /> *[[Huffenclaw's Wondrous Wares (2)|Huffenclaw's Wondrous Wares]]<br /> *[[Hunka's Burning Love (2)|Hunka's Burning Love]]<br /> *[[I'll Eat My Hat (2)|I'll Eat My Hat]]<br /> *[[Ilithian Heritage]]<br /> *[[In the Hollow]]<br /> *[[Jewelry in Phases (2)|Jewelry in Phases]]<br /> *[[Jhanine Dering Cloaks (4)|Jhanine Dering Cloaks]]<br /> *[[Jhiskar's Provisions (3)|Jhiskar's Provisions]]<br /> *[[Jubby's Tattoos (2)|Jubby's Tattoos]]<br /> *[[Just a Slice (2)|Just a Slice]]<br /> *[[Just Desserts (2)|Just Desserts]]<br /> *[[Knightly Attire (2)|Knightly Attire]]<br /> *[[Krobble's Karavan (2)|Krobble's Karavan]]<br /> *[[Lavender and Lace (3)|Lavender and Lace]]<br /> *[[Leftovers (3)|Leftovers]]<br /> *[[Liquid Assets (2)|Liquid Assets]]<br /> *[[Made for Walking]]<br /> *[[Magical Minions (3)|Magical Minions]]<br /> *[[Masquer Aid (2)|Masquer Aid]]<br /> *[[Misenseor Goods (5)|Misenseor Goods]]<br /> *[[Mob Mentality (3)|Mob Mentality]]<br /> *[[Natural Beauty (2)|Natural Beauty]]<br /> *[[Natural Selections]]<br /> *[[Nectar of the Wisp (4)|Nectar of the Wisp]]<br /> *[[Nest o' Snakes (2)|Nest o' Snakes]]<br /> *[[Nigeyi's]]<br /> *[[NightMares (4)|NightMares]]<br /> *[[Obscure Memories (5)|Obscure Memories]]<br /> *[[Obscured Visions]]<br /> *[[Ode to Glythtide]]<br /> *[[Odiferous Ornaments]]<br /> *[[On the Mend (2)|On the Mend]]<br /> *[[Once Possessed (2)|Once Possessed]]<br /> *[[Outrageous Fortune]]<br /> *[[Packrat's Piece of Paradise (3)|Packrat's Piece of Paradise]]<br /> *[[Peaceful Intentions (2)|Peaceful Intentions]]<br /> *[[Pi'botuk Pel'arsharra|Pi'botuk Pel'arsharra]]<br /> *[[Pi'rasha's Pins (2)|Pi'rasha's Pins]]<br /> *[[PrEcIouS DeLigHtS (2)|PrEcIouS DeLigHtS]]<br /> *[[Puffindor's Professional Pieces (3)|Puffindor's Professional Pieces]]<br /> *[[Puffs of Glitter|Puffs of Glitter]]<br /> *[[Q'tahhl's Place (2)|Q'tahhl's Place]]<br /> *[[Quiver In Fear (2)|Quiver in Fear]]<br /> *[[Ratchet Shack]]<br /> *[[Ready to Were]]<br /> *[[Reinventing the Wheel (2)|Reinventing the Wheel]]<br /> *[[Relief in the Dark (3)|Relief in the Dark]]<br /> *[[Riding The Range (2)|Riding the Range]]<br /> *[[Sable's (2)|Sable's Tent]]<br /> *[[Scabbards 'n' Sheaths (2)|Scabbards 'n' Sheaths]]<br /> *[[ScallyWags]]<br /> *[[See The Light (2)|See The Light]]<br /> *[[Shenneshwi's Stockpile (4)|Shenneshwi's Stockpile]]<br /> *[[Shh'oi Mhhg]]<br /> *[[Shimmers of Silver]]<br /> *[[Shugar's Cookie Emporium]]<br /> *[[Siegery Shop (3)|Siegery Shop]]<br /> *[[Signs of the Times (3)|Signs of the Times]]<br /> *[[Silken Garden]]<br /> *[[Simply Essential (2)|Simply Essential]]<br /> *[[Sindah's Silk Sensations (3)|Sindah's Silk Sensations]]<br /> *[[Slay it with Music]]<br /> *[[Sleepwalkers (4)|Sleepwalkers]]<br /> *[[Slings and Things (2)|Slings and Things]]<br /> *[[Smokes 'n' Spirits]]<br /> *[[Snacky Happiness (2)|Snacky Happiness]]<br /> *[[Snookie's Divine Spoons (3)|Snookie's Divine Spoons]]<br /> *[[Something's Fishy]]<br /> *[[Soulful Trinkets]]<br /> *[[Spikan's Sporrans (3)|Spikan's Sporrans]]<br /> *[[Spiraling Out of Control]]<br /> *[[Sputkin's (3)|Sputkin's]]<br /> *[[Storms of Silk]]<br /> *[[Stuff It]]<br /> *[[Suite of Sweets (2)|Suite of Sweets]]<br /> *[[Sumptuous Silks (3)|Sumptuous Silks]]<br /> *[[Tastelessly Tacky (7)|Tastelessly Tacky]]<br /> *[[Tea For Tamsine (2)|Tea for Tamsine]]<br /> *[[Tending the Fold (2)|Tending the Fold]]<br /> *[[Archivist (shop) (4)|The Archivist]]<br /> *[[Clerks' Collections (2)|The Clerks' Collections]]<br /> *[[Cutting Edge (4)|The Cutting Edge]]<br /> *[[Eclectic Eccentric (2)|The Eclectic Eccentric]]<br /> *[[Eye of Power|The Eye of Power]]<br /> *[[Faithful Defender (2)|The Faithful Defender]]<br /> *[[Fashionable Panda (2)|The Fashionable Panda]]<br /> *[[Finer Things (2)|The Finer Things]]<br /> *[[Gear Shop (5)|The Gear Shop]]<br /> *[[Glass Bubble|The Glass Bubble]]<br /> *[[House of Bones (2)|The House of Bones]]<br /> *[[Kitten Emporium (2)|The Kitten Emporium]]<br /> *[[Laughing Nomlas|The Laughing Nomlas]]<br /> *[[Male Persuasion (3)|The Male Persuasion]]<br /> *[[Mind of Sdai (5)|The Mind of Sdai]]<br /> *[[Naked Sheep (2)|The Naked Sheep]]<br /> *[[Other Siegery Shop|The Other Siegery Shop]]<br /> *[[Perfect Rose (2)|The Perfect Rose]]<br /> *[[Photash School of Butlery|The Photash School of Butlery]]<br /> *[[Stylish Stallion|The Stylish Stallion]]<br /> *[[Terrific Turnip (3)|The Terrific Turnip]]<br /> *[[Toy Box (2)|The Toy Box]]<br /> *[[Thee Mottl'd Teoy Shoppe]]<br /> *[[This Little Piggy]]<br /> *[[Tildi's Blooms (3)|Tildi's Blooms]]<br /> *[[Tookes' Nook (2)|Tookes' Nook]]<br /> *[[Top Notch (2)|Top Notch]]<br /> *[[Town and Country (3)|Town and Country]]<br /> *[[Treasures of the Spirit (3)|Treasures of the Spirit]]<br /> *[[Tricky Treats (3)|Tricky Treats]]<br /> *[[Turialo's Haven (8)|Turialo's Haven]]<br /> *[[Visions of Holiness (3)|Visions of Holiness]]<br /> *[[Walk This Way (2)|Walk This Way]]<br /> *[[Which Craft|Which Craft]]<br /> *[[Whimsies|Whimsies]]<br /> *[[Wicked Windows (4)|Wicked Windows]]<br /> *[[Witchery|Witchery]]<br /> *[[Women at Arms Annex (2)|Women at Arms Annex]]<br /> *[[Yarrel's Varmint Vittles (2)|Yarrel's Varmint Vittles]]<br /> *[[Your Inner Animal (3)|Your Inner Animal]]<br /> }}<br /> <br /> ===Games===<br /> '''Notes:'''<br /> * While the chart below shows what is dropped at each game, each game may drop different things at different rates. One game might be better at dropping crystals than rings, while another might be really good at stones instead of tickets, and so on. Explore and try things to see what works best for your current needs!<br /> * Game names in '''bold''' text have updated loot tables for the 425 event.<br /> {|border=&quot;1&quot; class=&quot;wikitable sortable&quot;<br /> ! name||items||tickets||simple &amp; ornate rings||potency crystals||infuser stones<br /> |-<br /> |'''[[A Game of Chicken]]'''||X||X||all||X||X<br /> |-<br /> |[[Armadillo Crush (4)|Armadillo Crush]]|||||||||||<br /> |-<br /> |'''[[Blood and Gourd (3)|Blood and Gourd]]'''||X||X||Haralun only||X||X<br /> |-<br /> |'''[[Bobbing for Leeches]]'''||X|||||||||<br /> |-<br /> |'''[[Boggle Blast (3)|Boggle Blast]]'''||X||X||Niello only||X||X<br /> |-<br /> |[[Clockwork Spinneret]]||X|||||||||<br /> |-<br /> |[[Darkbox 425 prizes|Darkbox]]||X||X|||||||<br /> |-<br /> |[[Death From Above]]||X|||||||||<br /> |-<br /> |[[Entrail Toss Arena (3)|Entrail Toss]]||X|||||||||<br /> |-<br /> |'''[[Grave earth pile|Grave Earth Pile]]'''||X||||Glitvire only||X||X<br /> |-<br /> |'''[[Harawep Shrine 425|Web-filled Harawep shrine]]'''||X||X||some||X||X|<br /> |-<br /> |[[Hollow Eve Task Rewards|Tasks]]||X||X||||||||<br /> |-<br /> |[[Kasine's Gauntlet]]||X||||||||||<br /> |-<br /> |'''[[Musical Chairs of Doom]]'''||X||X||all||X||X<br /> |-<br /> |[[Ring Toss]]||X||||||||<br /> |-<br /> |[[Rissan Roulette]]||||||||||<br /> |-<br /> |[[Sandbox]]||X||||||||<br /> |-<br /> |'''[[Snake Pit]]'''||X||X||Alerce only||X||X<br /> |-<br /> |[[Spider's Web (2)|Spider's Web]]||||||||||<br /> |}<br /> <br /> ==New Materials==<br /> {{columns-list|3|<br /> * [[Anjisis]]<br /> * [[Albreda's heart rose]]<br /> * [[Aldamdin]]<br /> * [[Belzune stone]]<br /> * [[Felwood]]<br /> * [[Gnomish Kocho]]<br /> * [[Harawep's web rose]]<br /> * [[Indurium]]<br /> * [[Kiralan]]<br /> * [[Loimic]]<br /> * [[Moradu-bone]]<br /> * [[Punka]]<br /> * [[Shadowbark]]<br /> * [[Shadowleaf]]<br /> * [[Sprite-bone]]<br /> * [[Tamsine's cauldron rose]]<br /> * [[Telothian]]<br /> * [[Wildlace]]<br /> * [[Zeltfish-bone]]<br /> }}<br /> {{RefAl}}<br /> {{Cat|Paid events, Festivals, Events}}</div>

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