Syphaer
10-30-2020, 12:38 AM
I got one of these doomicorn thingies all the kids are raging about, but I think it can find a better home.
MB: 200k
CB: 2m to Erienne going twice
You glance down to see a fuzzy ebony toy doomicorn in your right hand and nothing in your left hand.
>l doomi
This creature seems remarkably like a unicorn, what with its horselike physique, long flowing mane, and spiraled horn, except instead of white, its coat is ebon-hued, its mane and tail are a fiery red, and its horn is pure, razor-edged obsidian. Made of firestone, the creature's eyes bear a disconcerting luminescence within their depths, a crimson fire at the heart of eyes as black as a void.
>l in my doomi
In the ebony toy doomicorn you see a glistening ebony glass bottle.
>get bott from doomi
You remove a glistening ebony glass bottle with a spiraled crimson horn stopper from in your ebony toy doomicorn.
>l in my bott
Your ebony glass bottle currently has 50 of a maximum 50 applications.
>sniff my bott
You sniff delicately at the ebony glass bottle, and detect the faint scent of spun sugar and vanilla, gritty brimstone, and moldering roses.
>ana bott
You analyze your ebony glass bottle and sense that the item is largely free from merchant alteration restrictions.
The creator has also provided the following information:
This bottle is for perfume or cologne. Current verbs are: DRINK, MEASURE, POUR, and SMELL.
When applied, this perfume will produce the following scent.
First-person: You have about you a delectable aroma, its top note an infusion of spun sugar and vanilla, evocative of confectionery childhood fancy. But as fantasies fade with age, so too does this, darkening and crumbling away into a core of brimstone, its smoky redolence gritty and grey like the flame-scorched remains of the condemned. From the ashes struggles a sillage of moldering roses, a poignant allusion to the death of hope and the ruin of dreams.
Third-person: Syphaer has about him a delectable aroma, its top note an infusion of spun sugar and vanilla, evocative of confectionery childhood fancy. But as fantasies fade with age, so too does this, darkening and crumbling away into a core of brimstone, its smoky redolence gritty and grey like the flame-scorched remains of the condemned. From the ashes struggles a sillage of moldering roses, a poignant allusion to the death of hope and the ruin of dreams.
MB: 200k
CB: 2m to Erienne going twice
You glance down to see a fuzzy ebony toy doomicorn in your right hand and nothing in your left hand.
>l doomi
This creature seems remarkably like a unicorn, what with its horselike physique, long flowing mane, and spiraled horn, except instead of white, its coat is ebon-hued, its mane and tail are a fiery red, and its horn is pure, razor-edged obsidian. Made of firestone, the creature's eyes bear a disconcerting luminescence within their depths, a crimson fire at the heart of eyes as black as a void.
>l in my doomi
In the ebony toy doomicorn you see a glistening ebony glass bottle.
>get bott from doomi
You remove a glistening ebony glass bottle with a spiraled crimson horn stopper from in your ebony toy doomicorn.
>l in my bott
Your ebony glass bottle currently has 50 of a maximum 50 applications.
>sniff my bott
You sniff delicately at the ebony glass bottle, and detect the faint scent of spun sugar and vanilla, gritty brimstone, and moldering roses.
>ana bott
You analyze your ebony glass bottle and sense that the item is largely free from merchant alteration restrictions.
The creator has also provided the following information:
This bottle is for perfume or cologne. Current verbs are: DRINK, MEASURE, POUR, and SMELL.
When applied, this perfume will produce the following scent.
First-person: You have about you a delectable aroma, its top note an infusion of spun sugar and vanilla, evocative of confectionery childhood fancy. But as fantasies fade with age, so too does this, darkening and crumbling away into a core of brimstone, its smoky redolence gritty and grey like the flame-scorched remains of the condemned. From the ashes struggles a sillage of moldering roses, a poignant allusion to the death of hope and the ruin of dreams.
Third-person: Syphaer has about him a delectable aroma, its top note an infusion of spun sugar and vanilla, evocative of confectionery childhood fancy. But as fantasies fade with age, so too does this, darkening and crumbling away into a core of brimstone, its smoky redolence gritty and grey like the flame-scorched remains of the condemned. From the ashes struggles a sillage of moldering roses, a poignant allusion to the death of hope and the ruin of dreams.