Viekn
08-13-2016, 10:03 PM
Not sure if a thread like this exists to acknowledge people creating a pretty cool fwi transport message, but thought I'd post this here...
Chill and foreboding, a faint zephyr rises from the ground around Gravely and begins to swirl around him. Multiple pale images begin to take shape and display the features of fallen comrades, some in tattered armor and others in half-rotted clothing. They swirl in a miasmic whirlwind around him, their arms reaching towards Gravely and their mouths stretched wide in soundless wails. Soon, they completely surround him in what seems to be a frenzy of movement, their pale bodies growing thicker and whiter. A hollow cry of denial fills the air, and they shoot in a column towards the sky, taking Gravely with them.
Several pale spirits converge upon a nearby spot, their bodies displaying the signs of past ravages. Soldiers in dented armor, men and woman in tattered clothing, and even a pale child in a nightgown, all converge upon a single space. Their bodies exude a chill mist that condenses into a pale column, which suddenly parts to Gravely. As quickly as they came, the spirits scatter to the winds.
Whether it's this, or something else, I appreciate when people put in work on creating something special or unique.
Chill and foreboding, a faint zephyr rises from the ground around Gravely and begins to swirl around him. Multiple pale images begin to take shape and display the features of fallen comrades, some in tattered armor and others in half-rotted clothing. They swirl in a miasmic whirlwind around him, their arms reaching towards Gravely and their mouths stretched wide in soundless wails. Soon, they completely surround him in what seems to be a frenzy of movement, their pale bodies growing thicker and whiter. A hollow cry of denial fills the air, and they shoot in a column towards the sky, taking Gravely with them.
Several pale spirits converge upon a nearby spot, their bodies displaying the signs of past ravages. Soldiers in dented armor, men and woman in tattered clothing, and even a pale child in a nightgown, all converge upon a single space. Their bodies exude a chill mist that condenses into a pale column, which suddenly parts to Gravely. As quickly as they came, the spirits scatter to the winds.
Whether it's this, or something else, I appreciate when people put in work on creating something special or unique.