Surely they have adapted and camouflaged into human societies, the dragons. Shapechanging is a trivial trick to them and walking on two legs in a smaller, less scaley form is considerably more peaceful for one’s state of mind: the amusement … Continue reading →
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Sometimes they are both red. Every story has at least two sides to it and often one is painted black, the other white. Fairytales do this, many books and movies do this, presenting the side that the main character is … Continue reading →
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Roleplay. It’s about time it gets a bigger spotlight on it in Second Life. To me it is what the grid should be about, with all the means to make impossible possible, to turn any vision in your head into … Continue reading →
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Fantasy Faire closes its portals today at midnight. With 8.4 million lindens gathered for Relay For Life (and still going), it has been a record breaking Faire in many ways. It was also the first time I was in the … Continue reading →
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They all do have their thorns, of course. But what if there is a field of them, a whole sea of vivid blood red beauty? Breathtaking from afar, able to scratch and bleed you when approached. It takes a wolf’s … Continue reading →
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Perhaps from the more gaming style of fantasies than traditional, but still as fantastic as the oldest of them. The airship angel might not be related to any planar realm, but she still flies perfectly fine. Either an airship or … Continue reading →
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The return to the alien planet of glowing plantlife brings us this tiny dryad shaped tree spirit, luminescent and glowing like the plants she embodies. Sentient and curious, the spirits wander from plant to another, peeking at the signs of … Continue reading →
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This is a story of a reporter elf planewalking to a realm where the dwarfins live to write about these industrious beings. The dwarfins are a young race and the only sapient one of their world, created by the God … Continue reading →
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Surreal, vivid, alien. Both the horned female covered in intricate scales and the jungle surrounding her. Even the moonlight dancing on her bare skin seems out of this world, tinting her in camouflaging tones. Perhaps the atmosphere in this world … Continue reading →
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Its frozen, wintry beauty is breathtaking. Or breath-freezing, as winters tend to be. The elven enclave in the treetops of Evensong Woods glows softly in the night of blues and purples, silent and peaceful. That peace is carefully guarded by … Continue reading →
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It is what Titan’s Hollow in Fantasy Faire is really called: Caras Calar, a glowing filigree city of crystal and metal, suspended by chains in the air. In all its surreally luminescent beauty it felt like a place where lost … Continue reading →
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Fantasy Faire has opened its portals for everyone to venture in and become enchanted by the magic the world-builders have woven into existence. Remember that the first days are always busy, so become as script-free as you can and be … Continue reading →
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You might have seen them from the corner of your eye, merging with the shadows, prowling the night, only the glow of their eyes giving them away… until they tumble out of the dark, raise their paws up and ask … Continue reading →
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For that moment when reality blurs and changes, for when you truly look around and see everything in such detail that reality becomes surreal. Bathed in a light from another realm, the realization turns you around slowly — half hoping, … Continue reading →
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Not all dragons are roaring flames and burninating the countryside (sorry, I could not help myself). Nor are they dark menace made out of greed and tyranny. Some of them are protective, nourishing forces of nature. Forest dragons must prefer … Continue reading →
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Once upon a time I roleplayed a dryad called Halava. She was a lithe little thing, recently re-emerged from her sanctuary tree, fully recovered from the catastrophic wounds of the past but still young as dryads go. She wore a … Continue reading →
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It’s a sensation. It’s a state of mind. A scent, a sound, an understanding. Best felt with eyes closed. Night cannot be a colour for it is full of colours, darkness painted with subtle hues, decorated with lights, constructed of shadows. … Continue reading →
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It’s grand being a collector of the arcane. Gathering relics and artifacts from various worlds and planes of existence, painstakingly hunting them down one by one until the collection is finally complete. One should be careful though for the arcane … Continue reading →
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There’s peace in the depths of the ocean. The embrace of the water is all-encompassing, world-defining. The currents carry life with them to a steady pulse, the comforting darkness hides one from the sharp, challenging threats. The surface is scary: … Continue reading →
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It is the center of any town and the beginning of countless adventures. You can meet all sorts of people in there, from townsfolk to travellers passing by. There’s respectable wives and tradeswomen handling their business or perhaps looking to hire some help … Continue reading →
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