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== The Frozen Heavens Obelisk recall history == |
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Chunks of obsidian hang in the air, some as large as a Gor'Tog's fist. Exactly centered in the chamber is a translucent obelisk of roughly Human height that leans at an impossible angle. You also see a malicious nimbus that is radiating a glowing aura, a hateful nimbus which appears dead and a rock. |
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Also here: Traim. |
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The color slowly bleeds from your sight and your world becomes enshrouded by a chill miasma. You marvel at these changes as the obelisk slowly tips itself upright and coruscating light ripples through the obelisk while the odd procedure transpires. Only a moment or two passes before the obelisk falls dim and somehow changed. Where once it held masterfully crafted disks there are only empty settings, and the artifact reeks of a particular... inanimateness. Voices whisper through the monochromatic miasma, thousands of thoughts and words overlapping, different voices, conversations, tongues -- none familiar -- though awe and fear underlay it all, tinged with desperate hope. |
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Disembodied hands float over the babble, rapidly shifting in appearance from one set to another -- now feminine, now Dwarven, now scaled, now masculine -- carrying a disk of black gold. The hands carefully mount the disk in one face of the obelisk before evaporating away. A pale while disk coalesces from the miasma before the artifact. It floats passively before a violent shatter rips through it; leaving the disk devastated yet somehow whole. |
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Time passes. The obelisk stands. |
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Dwarven hands clutch the pale disk, still wracked with fissures, and the very air around you rends apart. Color explodes through you in a flood as the visions of the past fade. |
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With a start, you find yourself drawn back to the reality of the here and now. |
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== Pages Housed Here == |
== Pages Housed Here == |
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Revision as of 02:12, 1 March 2011
Things I need help adding
Feast of Eluned (original) shops linked here: http://hobgoblin.net/feast/index.html
Several Quest Items: http://web.archive.org/web/20091027042032/uk.geocities.com/snurfergal/dr/index.html?dmirror.html&1
Project: Saints
Saint Ilysia - Catherine's Court, East Wing. (On a tympanum) Ilithi
The colored glass panes of the curved glass window above the doorway seems to attract even the dim light of moonless nights and glows brightly in the noonday sun. Saint Ilysia, the fabled Elven cleric of Illithi and patron of gardens, tends to the roots of a massive rosebush.
The Frozen Heavens Obelisk recall history
Chunks of obsidian hang in the air, some as large as a Gor'Tog's fist. Exactly centered in the chamber is a translucent obelisk of roughly Human height that leans at an impossible angle. You also see a malicious nimbus that is radiating a glowing aura, a hateful nimbus which appears dead and a rock. Also here: Traim.
The color slowly bleeds from your sight and your world becomes enshrouded by a chill miasma. You marvel at these changes as the obelisk slowly tips itself upright and coruscating light ripples through the obelisk while the odd procedure transpires. Only a moment or two passes before the obelisk falls dim and somehow changed. Where once it held masterfully crafted disks there are only empty settings, and the artifact reeks of a particular... inanimateness. Voices whisper through the monochromatic miasma, thousands of thoughts and words overlapping, different voices, conversations, tongues -- none familiar -- though awe and fear underlay it all, tinged with desperate hope.
Disembodied hands float over the babble, rapidly shifting in appearance from one set to another -- now feminine, now Dwarven, now scaled, now masculine -- carrying a disk of black gold. The hands carefully mount the disk in one face of the obelisk before evaporating away. A pale while disk coalesces from the miasma before the artifact. It floats passively before a violent shatter rips through it; leaving the disk devastated yet somehow whole.
Time passes. The obelisk stands.
Dwarven hands clutch the pale disk, still wracked with fissures, and the very air around you rends apart. Color explodes through you in a flood as the visions of the past fade.
With a start, you find yourself drawn back to the reality of the here and now.
Pages Housed Here
[[1]] - Log for the restoral of the Chalice (not Archrost); pending location
[[[2]] - 1997 Log of Lady P, possibly first appearance; pending location
[[[3]] - Via Mirror, death of Ferdahl Kukalakai; pending location