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paradisa2012-05-10 10:37 pm
queensconsort) wrote in paradisa2012-05-10 10:37 pm
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[Filtered to Paradisa residents who have regained or returned with memories]
I would like to field a question, if I am able. Have any of you noticed something else missing? I have discovered what appears to be a second penalty since my return, and I am curious to see if it is an isolated case.
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[Krasus tucks his journal inside his robe. Alexstrasza's tree has grown and bloomed since his last visit, its massive branches providing shelter and shade to all who require it. The tree is the most important link to his lifemate and his queen. Needless to say, he spends a lot of time here.
There is something different about this visit, however. Krasus is uncloaked, wearing the purple robes of the Kirin Tor instead. His skin is pale and his eyes are black-- something not typically seen on elves from his world, though the long thin ears are typical. His hair is a silver color, streaked with crimson and coal, and it falls free to his waist. Most notable are the three vicious scars on one side of his face. He is ageless and strangely handsome in spite of his battle scars, probably because elves-- or dragons in disguise-- don't wrinkle.
He presses one hand to the tree's trunk. His gaze is one of intense concentration, and beneath that, unabashed longing. The clearing suddenly lights up in a display of late spring blossoms. Roses of an ethereal red wrap around the tree-trunk-- perfect, thornless, and beautiful. He sighs and sits back down as if he didn't just make allergies hell for everyone.]
[ooc: open to all!]
I would like to field a question, if I am able. Have any of you noticed something else missing? I have discovered what appears to be a second penalty since my return, and I am curious to see if it is an isolated case.
----
[Krasus tucks his journal inside his robe. Alexstrasza's tree has grown and bloomed since his last visit, its massive branches providing shelter and shade to all who require it. The tree is the most important link to his lifemate and his queen. Needless to say, he spends a lot of time here.
There is something different about this visit, however. Krasus is uncloaked, wearing the purple robes of the Kirin Tor instead. His skin is pale and his eyes are black-- something not typically seen on elves from his world, though the long thin ears are typical. His hair is a silver color, streaked with crimson and coal, and it falls free to his waist. Most notable are the three vicious scars on one side of his face. He is ageless and strangely handsome in spite of his battle scars, probably because elves-- or dragons in disguise-- don't wrinkle.
He presses one hand to the tree's trunk. His gaze is one of intense concentration, and beneath that, unabashed longing. The clearing suddenly lights up in a display of late spring blossoms. Roses of an ethereal red wrap around the tree-trunk-- perfect, thornless, and beautiful. He sighs and sits back down as if he didn't just make allergies hell for everyone.]
[ooc: open to all!]