Thread Status: closed
Players involved: commanderhorvat, Achera
Characters involved: Nebula, Lyanna Spiritfell
Setting: West Sleibte, Gathors maw/Naminoishi Mountain range, Wyvern Royal Castle
Time: Mid-afternoon
Weather: Grey and cloudy.
Her royal Majesty, Nebula lay in her roost. It was originally a natural cave with a stunning view that was lost on her but she had been told it could take ones breath away. The vast cavern itself was without any visually appreciable decor. Statues, paintings and things of that ilk severed no purpose to its resident. Instead sets of chimes and pipes set at the mouth of the cave played a constant shifting melody carried by the wind and small gardens with a carefully curated aromas were strewn about the space. In The center of the room, where she currently lay curled in her dragon form, was dug into a amphitheatre-like debate hall, steps suitable for creatures of her size lining the curved sides and a central floor of sand.
As always, her hall was open for any who wished to speak to her and debate existence or any philosophical pursuit, tho like usual, no one had arrived for a while. She passed the time debating with herself and observing the shifts and flows of the Vitka around her. She liked to keep several elemental stone of each variety on hand, making use of her telekinesis to move them to change the flow of Vitka in order to create art pieces only she and a select few could ever percieve.
Players involved: commanderhorvat, Achera
Characters involved: Nebula, Lyanna Spiritfell
Setting: West Sleibte, Gathors maw/Naminoishi Mountain range, Wyvern Royal Castle
Time: Mid-afternoon
Weather: Grey and cloudy.
Her royal Majesty, Nebula lay in her roost. It was originally a natural cave with a stunning view that was lost on her but she had been told it could take ones breath away. The vast cavern itself was without any visually appreciable decor. Statues, paintings and things of that ilk severed no purpose to its resident. Instead sets of chimes and pipes set at the mouth of the cave played a constant shifting melody carried by the wind and small gardens with a carefully curated aromas were strewn about the space. In The center of the room, where she currently lay curled in her dragon form, was dug into a amphitheatre-like debate hall, steps suitable for creatures of her size lining the curved sides and a central floor of sand.
As always, her hall was open for any who wished to speak to her and debate existence or any philosophical pursuit, tho like usual, no one had arrived for a while. She passed the time debating with herself and observing the shifts and flows of the Vitka around her. She liked to keep several elemental stone of each variety on hand, making use of her telekinesis to move them to change the flow of Vitka in order to create art pieces only she and a select few could ever percieve.