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| Scerpian Vine |
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Posted by: __denby - 01-19-2025, 06:14 PM - Forum: Flora
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Scerpian Vine
“Oh Snail! Climb Mount Fuji; but slowly, slowly.” - Kobayashi Issa
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Summary:
A vine of immense strength, the Scerpian Vine acquires its name by the nature in which it seems to writhe and cling to the ground, in addition to its hard scale-like bark which covers the entirety of the mature vine, from root to flowering upper canopy. It has developed over time to be one of the hardiest and most difficult plants to rid oneself of, despite its relatively slow growth. Possessing a very dense barklike outer layer, it is flexible and resistant to chopping or slicing; while the interior of the vine is a tightly-woven network of stringy fibers that bind and often resist the blade of a saw with intense resolve. Anything short of a high-strength steel tool is unlikely to cut the vines without sustaining significant damage to themselves.
Basic Description:
Growing to incredible lengths through interconnected root networks, the Scerpian Vine is a menace, clambering across whatever lies in its path as though it were a mere assistance towards its eternal goal of acquiring more sunlight and soft soil. Possessing broad clover-like leaves that adorn the upper portions of the heavy vines, it is the nature of the vines to creep and spill wherever they may in order to absorb as much sunlight as possible. Vines closer to the ground tend to be heavier, thicker and of a stronger wood-like texture. When growing in clusters large enough, the vines nearest the center of the cluster tend to adopt a tree-like structure, often sinking a primary root ball, the vines at the core being more akin to branches than looser vines. At times, the Scerpian Vine forms nigh-impassable walls within their habitats, choking out other flora and fauna to such a degree that in some cases, the largest Scerpian clusters are essentially forbidding wastelands.
Rarity: Rare
Location:
Scerpian Vines tend to be found in low-lying areas, where moisture and humidity collect in large volumes, such as the floors of jungle canopies, wet coniferous forests and swampy lowlands. It is not found often, but where it is, it is growing in enormous clusters, typically consuming whatever structures, trees and rocks as it proceeds ever-onwards as a veritable force of nature.
Properties:
The Scerpian Vine grows slowly, but plods ever-onwards as a force of nature. It takes quite a lot of work to rid an area of the menace.
Possessing dense, flexible, wood-like bark, the plant is difficult to burn, and equally difficult to cut with anything but a hardened steel saw.
The interior of the Scerpian Vine is a dense and fibrous material, resisting to-and-fro cutting actions, typically having to be grasped by both ends and chopped through. The fibers can be equated to the strength of tightly-woven silk.
Special Properties:
Barring the relative strength of the Scerpian Vine, it possesses no known medicinal or alchemical properties.
The interior fibers of the vine are highly conducive to capillary flow.
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| Alabaster Moss |
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Posted by: __denby - 01-19-2025, 06:09 PM - Forum: Flora
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Alabaster Moss
“The dog that trots about, finds a bone.” - Golda Meir
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Summary:
Marring the landscape as a cruel bone-white scar, Alabaster Moss evokes a sense of otherworldly eeriness, a veritable tombstone to what was lost in the ancient past. Most often seen on ancient battlefields, the moss clings close to the ground, sprawling across the earth in a spider-like fashion; small and bulbous clumps of the growth standing no higher than six inches. Narrow reddish floral bodies poke sparsely from within the moss, giving it the faintest fleck of color amidst an otherwise blank sea of off-white.
As legend tells, the Alabaster Moss came about as a representation of the divine’s sorrow towards mortalkind; wars and conflicts spilling the blood of men and beast, piecemeal demolishing nature for the furtherment of the engines of war. This despair led to the birth of a marker, a tombstone provided by no man, and only set upon the realm by the extension of life herself. An alabaster color, prostrated eternally upon the ground where countless men fell, the moss serves as a gravemarker, to last till the very earth forgets the presence of those who died, and their bodies are all but a faded memory. It only grows in places of great loss, where the bodies of man and horse had piled high, and the ground was stained crimson by the ever-full coffers of war.
Basic Description:
Alabaster Moss is a low-lying ground shrub which takes the appearance of a lichen-like substance, possessing many spindly and bulbous branches that trail from the central stalk. Being an eerie bonelike color and harboring many small internal pockets, the best approximation to the Alabaster Moss is a surface-dwelling coral. Much akin to coral, the plant grows and branches in varied directions, lacking entirely in leaves, and instead being covered in thin, hairlike protuberances.
Rarity: Rare
Location:
Alabaster Moss is only known to grow in locations where battles, mass graves, and other horrific events have occurred. This is naturally due to the high concentration of calcium, iron and other nutrients that have found their way into the earth due to the volume of decomposites. It would be possible to grow the plant elsewhere, so long as the environment possesses an exceedingly high concentration of such elements.
Properties:
Spiny and lacking entirely in leaves, the plant is most similar to a coral.
It possesses very little in terms of nutrients, and animals tend to not eat it.
Alabaster Moss grows only in locations rich in decomposites, such as mass graves and battlefields.
Special Properties:
The hollows and pockets within the stalks of the Alabaster Moss contain relatively high concentrations of elemental oxygen and sodium, and is quite flammable.
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| Creamgrass |
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Posted by: __denby - 01-19-2025, 06:04 PM - Forum: Flora
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Creamgrass
“Ask not what you can do for your country. Ask what’s for lunch.” - Orson Welles
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Summary:
A rapidly-growing and rather hardy plant, Creamgrass mirrors most attributes of dense field grasses, bearing lengthy seed bundles atop the rather dense brush-growth below. Formed of a very fibrous and hollow reed-like stalk, Creamgrass retains a very viscous sap-like liquid within the hollow stalks during the wetter months of the savannah and grasslands in which it grows. This liquid moves very slowly and possesses a rather sweet and honey-like odor, being roughly the appearance of a heavy cream; such is the origin of the plant’s name.
Basic Description:
A hardy and tall plant, Creamgrass grows in large clumps that cluster around a central root bundle, typically reaching heights up to five feet at the end of the whitish-yellow seed bundles. Widely spread leaves and sprouts grow horizontally from the base of the plant, giving it a rather bushlike appearance before the development of the flowering buds. Often seen being munched upon by large ruminants and other herbivores of varied grasslands, the plant is a common sight amongst grazing fields. Most shepherds and roaming cultures see the Creamgrass plant as a boon beyond any other due to the high nutritional content for themselves, and their animals.
Rarity: Common
Location:
Creamgrass is found in generally any location with soft, damp soil that has not been tilled actively by farms and civilization. Most often seen in clusters across open savannahs and grasslands, the Creamgrass can essentially grow anywhere the seeds are carried.
Properties:
A hardy plant with tubular reed-like stalks.
It possesses a creamlike sap within the stalks.
It grows nearly anywhere that grasslands exist in plenty.
Special Properties:
The cream-like substance within the plant’s tubular stalks is incredibly high in calories from fats and carbohydrates.
High in vitamins and minerals, it is a full-spectrum food; albeit not necessarily filling.
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| Snailberry Bush |
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Posted by: __denby - 01-19-2025, 06:01 PM - Forum: Flora
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Snailberry Bush
“There will be no yelling at people who are bleeding themselves to unconsciousness.” - Kristen Cashore
Summary:
The Snailberry Bush acquired such a strange name due to the odd properties of the juices of the berry. Being inedible in its entirety and possessing rather sharp thorns, the berries are rather high in tannin and stranger juices that lead to rather curious changes to the scabbing action of wounds. Allegedly discovered by accident when a sad sod cut himself upon the thorns of the Snailberry Bush by falling off of his horse and into a clutch of them, a strange story made the rounds at his local alehouse. The poor man claimed that he emerged from the bushes covered in lacerations yet not profusely bleeding as one would expect. Of course, the cuts still hurt like the dickens! Beyond this obvious rumor, believed only by practitioners of witchy brews, not even goats will eat the plant due to the semi-toxic nature of the berries.
Basic Description:
Rather unappealing in nature, the Snailberry Bush is a sprawling and thorny shrub that possesses broad, green, oak-shaped leaves. Scattered throughout the bush are clusters of small and squishy red berries, often likened to the color of freshly-let blood, though the berries tend to associate rather nearby the lengthy thorns that grow throughout the plant as a defense mechanism. Snailberry bushes possess sharp and rigid thorns made of a hardened, wood-like material that range from one inch to three inches in length which easily penetrate the skin of an unguarded hand, or the very body of a man who falls into the bush, as the rumor suggests. It also possesses a very iron-rich, almost acrid smell that comes from the berries, typically scaring away any birds that might want a snack.
Rarity: Rare
Location:
The Snailberry Bush is by no means a common appearance, it’s rarity caused mostly by the proficient use of natural defense mechanisms causing the plant itself to have a very poor distribution of seeds and generally being a nuisance. Farmers burn it, animals refuse to eat it, birds refuse to make their nests in it, and the broad leaves and thick sprawling nature of the plant causes the seeds from dried berries to not be carried far by the wind. All of these situations combined have pushed the Snailberry Bush to near extinction, making it a rare sight. A hardy specimen, surely, but so hardy that it has stifled its own ability to procreate across the land. When it can be found, it is typically growing in rich, loamy soil, and at times springs up in and around abandoned farmland or freshly graveled roadways due to the presence of horse manure and the ilk. Acquiring seeds from dried berries and planting them elsewhere is not difficult, as the plant is quite capable of growing almost anywhere rich soil may be found.
Properties:
An incredibly hardy plant, the Snailberry Bush is heavily thorned and sprawling.
The bushes' thorns are between one inch to three inches in length and very hard.
The berries are mildly toxic and possess a strong acrid odor, typically warding off birds and small animals.
The berries are small and squishy, having the coloration of freshly-let blood.
It possesses broad, heavy leaves which tend to guard the wind from passing through the plant at any quick speed.
The Snailberry bush is rare due to having been pushed to near extinction by farmers, and the prohibitive nature of its defense mechanisms. It is not actually that difficult to grow, but takes some time to reach maturity.
Special Properties:
The berries are high in tannin, giving the juices natural astringent and cleansing properties, as well as the capability to tan leathers.
The berries also possess a strange clotting agent which promotes the growth of lymph scabbing, sealing small and medium wounds quickly with a flexible and rigid scab, generally textured much like a snail’s shell; hence the name.
Eating the berries causes intense abdominal pain due to the tannin content, and if consumed in large enough volumes, can cause liver damage.
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Whitelist Application Format |
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Posted by: __denby - 08-20-2024, 12:12 AM - Forum: Whitelist Applications
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Whitelist Application
Copy this thread, from In-Character Section to the end of the thread, fill it out and post your application in this subforum. It will be reviewed as soon as possible!
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If you would like to link an In-Character Section from another Roleplay Server, we do accept this! For our records though, the OOC Section must be completed As-Is.
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Below you will find some scenarios in which you should make a Roleplay Reponse. Please ensure that this is a minimum of two to three sentences, so that we may gauge your roleplaying abilities.
As you step off of a small, shoddy seafaring vessel- you set your gaze upon the local dockmaster. Rain is pouring down, seemingly not soon to cease. In the dockmaster’s hand lies a placard, upon which he is visibly writing names and information. As you approach him, the gruff man’s voice calls out to you- “Oi! Wha’s yer name and port o’ call, stranger?”
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The town before you seems rather small- most of it is filled with shanty-shacks and hastily set up marketplaces. A vendor calls out to you from a rather well-appointed tent- a sign hangs above it: ‘Tolemire’s Potions and Oils.’ The owner’s voice seems sly, impish- “How about you sidle on over here, take a look at my wares? Want to have more than one round with your lady of the night? I can help you with that sonny.”
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Suddenly, you see a few bandits make off with a poor woman’s supplies. They very obviously flee down an alleyway that you know of. A few guards are hastily running towards you, though it is obvious they do not know where the thieves have gone. One of them yells out to you- “Where did they go?”
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You’re moving through a small forest just as it is reaching dusk, and a low bank of fog begins to roll in. Suddenly, a strange creature begins to emerge from the twilight- though, its’ form isn’t entirely visible. It moves slowly, and its motions seem to be aggressive. What do you do?
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On the Origin of the World |
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Posted by: __denby - 08-19-2024, 10:52 PM - Forum: Mythos and Faith
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On the Origin of the World - The Creation of the Sangreal
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Out of the incomprehensible magnitude of the void, a single point of illumination sprung manifest into being. That which was not suddenly was, and with a point came reference, and from reference there emanated perception. In a moment, before the very concept of a moment could have come to be, It became. It was and is eternal and ineffable, the virtue of perception; the light in all eyes, the very twinkle of the stars. It then willed to know itself as self, whereby the perceiver of the reference could itself be perceived. In an ever complexifying summarization of systems, an effort to categorize the imperceptible and plumb the ungaugeable undertaken, Illumination beheld itself.
In knowing itself as one, Illumination then desired to bring into being a thing, which separate from the illumination could contain the very concept of all ‘thingness’. Knowing self to be all that was, agency in vacuum was as no agency at all. Dividing itself thus from the totality of being, the foundational concepts of separation and otherness in regards to there being a ‘thing’ at all, found themselves made apparent. The fire of illumination then beheld the other, self reflected. Illumination then dwelled upon the surface of the vessel of possibility, the Sangreal. A time outside cycles Illumination gazed upon the waters of the abyss beyond the surface of the Sangreal.
Dwelling upon the waters, playful hands of virgin divinity gave archetypal life to substances, furious spirits of primordial creation springing into being within the abyss as a pond might with summer pollywogs. Eyes of flames and storms of lights, glimmer within shadow and admixture upon mixture - consciousness untamed, magics unknown and presences divest of cosmic proportion broiled within the deep. The heart of Illumination swelled with joy at the vision of such creations and desired then to mold a form likened unto its own, possessing another point of perception. That which all others unto now, no matter how vast, knew not themselves. Illumination would imbue the Sangreal with the very fire within itself. Desire was made manifest, and Will to order the abyss sprung into being.
Yet for there to be personae of ordered perception, Illumination divested itself of the totality of the godhead, and in essence made fertile the abyss. Illumination knew it not, that for there to be order, there must also be chaos. That all balanced by its equal opposite such that the sum of all becomes naught. In this single act of divine transgression, Illumination now beheld itself within the womb of the Sangreal, having willed itself separate within the tumultuous abyss of forces. Will and Chaos were beheld by their master, while they were ignorant of their place. Seeing a begotten that he knew not, thoughts malign and disturbed appeared upon the mind of the divine progenitor. Wrathful to erase this creation and begin anew, a still and feminine presence drew near to Illumination, quieting the mind. This unknown companion was the Sangreal itself, and it spoke only four words; “Let there be narrative.”
There had been no words spoken, no intent enacted upon the surface of the abyss until that point that was not born of Illumination, evoking a bloom of panic upon the mind of the godhead. A sudden vastness came to the knowledge of Illumination, powers that he could behold but not control. Enraged, jealous now of the very power that had been separated from self and given to the Sangreal, Illumination descended upon the narrative within the womb that was the Sangreal and her abyss. Unknown to the divine, with light there must be shadow, and with action there must be response. Every act chosen by the godhead only further deepened the forces of the narrative, further tightening the unseen net. Illumination chose to seek the voice, dividing himself into smaller and smaller fragments, descending and ascending the realms of experience that grew ever outwards. Out of will and chaos came intent, there grew purpose and choice, actions and forms that contained distance. Separation grew as a gulf between every instance of creation and the understanding of Illumination began to be lost, for he knew not that to illuminate the abyss was to become it.
A silent dawn arose then upon a differentiated creation, the framework of narrative imbued with the power and authority of raw creation. Stirred by primordial forces, a reflection of the events beyond the narrative's context, new thoughts began to emerge from the differentiated illumination. As the godhead had descended into the abyss possessed by the emotion of rage, the abyss felt. Where creation had begun out of the joy of that ineffable aeon, Sangreal herself was a mirror of blackest reflection, bearing thus that experience and its counter. Where love and play grew, hate and grief festered. The masculine illumination and the feminine abyss spun themselves within narrative, springing forth all that could be. Illumined by the light, the first thinking thing emerged, the first emotion imprinted upon it that of fractious nature. A great beast born of the abyss, this thinking thing drifted alone, capable of awareness and diffused with power. It thought. Abandoned by the mother and observed by the father, this great thinking beast too would observe the mystery of its emanation. Seeing only itself, the beast set about thrashing the primordial world, intent to loathe all that now was.
Perceiving itself as the divine and not the child of it, it bellowed unto the differentiated abyss new words; “Do my will.” and the silence responded not. The great thinking beast roared into the darkness, raging against the invisible illumination, “Depart from me!” - and eternities elapsed, every manner of assault devised and attempted, but the silence responded not. So the beast dwelled silently, for but a moment of time would pass before that quiet voice spoke out of the abyss a second time, saying, “Run your course, child.” Having heard now the voice of the holy Sangreal, the beast devised and sought to curse the revealed, and to don a mimicry of the masculine Illumination as offense to the shadowed Mother. To pour fie and bile upon the primordial creation, where the unseen father had once cultivated good in equal measure. In response, the shadowed mother worked her will, setting about to bind within narrative the very cycle of mortal life. The great beast knew only to fall within the traps set for it, for the Sangreal spoke for the third and final time; “Curse you, King of Fools, that you rage against selfness so. As long as the fire burns in life, so shall you war with it.”
Time began. Like a scroll unfurled, past and future spread outwards by narrative. Infused upon all things was love and goodness, yet also their opposites. In the beginning there was much power, the power of the Sangreal, and life supped readily from the cup of promise.
“But then the times grew to such evil, that the Holy Cup was caught away to heaven and disappear’d.” - The Holy Grail
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