Posted by Ipsisimus(VIP) on January 24, 2000 at 10:55:54:
If any of you still know who Ivaides is, well <100%hp 100%m 56%mv> tell Cyradia I don't remember meeting you. <100%hp 100%m 56%mv> desc Over many years, his white skin has become darker, but not in hue. <100%hp 100%m 61%mv> who imm <100%hp 100%m 61%mv> tell Cyradia and who might you be, Ravager of the Deluded? <100%hp 100%m 47%mv> Darkened antechamber of the mausoleum <100%hp 100%m 46%mv> emote nods slowly. <100%hp 100%m 46%mv> pray Father Scarabaeus <100%hp 100%m 51%mv> who imm Players found: 2 <100%hp 100%m 51%mv> tell Cyradia I take it your busy. <100%hp 100%m 56%mv> help Cyradia Those that follow Lady Cyradia have not only seen through the fog <100%hp 100%m 56%mv> <100%hp 100%m 56%mv> reply And why should you be? You don't know me. Ipsisimus
he's still alive. I'm sitting at Scarabaeus'
shrine and decide to try and talk to Cyradia..
and here comes the great roleplaying of today.
You tell Cyradia 'I don't remember meeting you.'
Your description is:
Pale blue eyes hang like clouds in a red lightning storm, refusing
to shut in his sleep, now almost seeming to burst from his emotion-
less face. An albino, his pasty-white skin lacks any tone of color
and signs of hair, stretching over his defined big figure. Armored
in various shades of black plate, a collection of ivory bones link
outside the armor to from an exoskeleton over his deadly appearnce.
Around his shoulders hangs a blood-red cloth cloak - orginally the
common white. Drenched in blood, the cloak constantly drips a deep
red blood, leaving a black trail behind him. Upon the back of the
cloak where once a symbol was stiched, lays black ink slashes that
form the symbol of a scarab. Trailing from the scarab, ivory-white
tattoes trail outward, only darkening the hue of the scarab as the
tattoes glow lightly.
Something beneath his skin is turning black, and growing darker as
time passes. The skin, almost a costume to the truth, holds as the
darkness within radiates and slowly consumes the pure white color
that was once his skin and his soul. Or is it, that his skin color
is slowly decaying to reveal the true color within. Understanding
of this, will give an understanding of the figure before you.
[53 Human ANG] [SCARAB] Cyradia, Ravager of the Deluded
[51 Human Bar] [DAWN] Ashaxreyn the Singer of Peace, Bard of Dawn
You tell Cyradia 'and who might you be, Ravager of the Deluded?'
Dead leaves are scattered across the dusty floor of this darkened
chamber and thick clinging cobwebs sway in the breeze from outside.
At the center of this stone room sits a circular altar, five faces
carved in marble relief around its perimeter. No more than three
feet in diameter, this ancient cracked altar is unnaturally cold to
the touch. Small trinkets and gifts have been placed around the
cylindrical stone, and the five faces seem to leer at you over them.
To the south a rusted iron gate hangs open, leading out into the
overgrown woods outside the tomb. To the north a portal engraved
with arcane symbols has been bricked closed.
[Exits: south]
Ivaides nods slowly.
You pray to the heavens for help!
[53 Human ANG] [SCARAB] Cyradia, Ravager of the Deluded
[51 Human Bar] [DAWN] Ashaxreyn the Singer of Peace, Bard of Dawn
You tell Cyradia 'I take it your busy.'
CYRADIA 'ONYX SCARAB'
The Mark of the Onyx Scarab
of illusion to the pure evil will of man, but have devoted their lives
to the destruction of the blinded profane. As they follow their own
will, they strive to live a life of purity as they embrace the dark
truth. Mortals wearing the mark of Cyradia have commited themselves to
the Cult of the Scarab, as the group works towards the common goal of
cleansing the world from the fog of illusion. For the fog has many
forms, but in all cases, shields those who are weak from the reality of
their true nature and the nature of those around them.
Few are strong enough to bear the burden of truth and to see past
the hypocritical lies that plague the land. Still fewer have the purity
to withstand being tainted by the lies and to live a life destroying the
fog of illusion in all the forms it takes in Thera. Those that contain
these merits will gather under the Onyx Scarab to support the Cult and
insure it prevails over the fog.
Cyradia tells you 'You should take it that I'm not amused.'
She is not receiving tells.
And this concludes Ivaides' attempt for the
day to try find Scarabaeus yet again. And,
to be cut off from an Imm that has no idea
who I am IC (shrug) yet seems to know
something.