Kozmos
Jew Detective
Indeed. Preach the truth brother! PRAISE THE LORD! BLACK ALLELUJAH!
LINESII- Into the Darkness- Part III
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Indeed. Preach the truth brother! PRAISE THE LORD! BLACK ALLELUJAH!
Silver Steak
The Ghost of SS
I had black for a year, but changed to OS X recently.
EDIT: I still like black, tho. (Don't want to insult the Cult of the Black Allelujah, see)
EDIT: I still like black, tho. (Don't want to insult the Cult of the Black Allelujah, see)
I also sing the praises of the black skin. Although with less threatning to kill you in eternal hellfire.
I'm nice like that.
@Iggy; is it possible if I could update my religion description, nation description.
And wheres the timeline gone
?
Maybe. I kinda like going sig-free, if only for a brief while.Me too. Black lasted for about 2 hours.
Hey Iggy, I vote that you bring that update progress message back to your sig, so you don't have annoying people asking when the update will be done, like right now for example.
I like blue... I tried black, but it made some avatars look hideous.
Silver Steak
The Ghost of SS
Not to mention it fills out the eyes of
EDIT: For those of you who do not use Black, the above smily has transparent eyes, making them black as the skin... Uh, not referring to races there.
Kozmos
Jew Detective
Wohoo is for LSD voters and users. LETS GET READY TO RUUUUUUUMBLE!!!
Thlayli
Le Pétit Prince
Black struck me as distracting, and slightly disturbing. Blue is ambiguous, peaceful, relaxing...
Ah, blue. You soothe my soul.
Wait, why are we talking about this?
Ah, blue. You soothe my soul.
Wait, why are we talking about this?
North King
blech
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Iggy, perhaps you should archive old religions in a spoiler. I hate losing information.
Symphony D.
Deity
You can find them in old threads. I've never deleted a religion that wasn't preserved somewhere else, except for Kalmar Polytheism.
Or make avatars that look decent on all backgrounds.Decloak: Blame avatar makers who are terrible at transparencies, not the skin.
Symphony D.
Deity
Decloak: That's the main problem. When you resize an image to the size of an avatar you tend to wind up with "blur" as a result of the resizing (to keep it from looking awful). If you then set the background to transparent the edges of that "blur" continue to hold a color really close to that of the background. So, if the background was white when you set it to transparent, and you put it on black, odds are it'll look really awful. Which is precisely how most of the CFC unit / other avatars were apparently created since they're by-and-large the ones that look bad.
In short, blame the avatar makers.
There was no cloud of dust rising into the air as the army marched, stirred by thousands of feet, wheels, and hooves. Men did not curse as they choked on air thick with floating grit raised by the columns ahead of them. Nor was there the spatter of mud on legs and flanks, miring axles and sucking boots from feet. The army marched on a good road, a Syracian road; no rutted dirt track but graded and paved with stone. A costly undertaking, but one the soldiers would agree to a man was well worth it.
The column was long and strung out; the road may be well-made but it was also rather narrow, barely wide enough for two pushcarts to pass each other and for six men to walk abreast. Six men, or two horses; the cavalry the headed the column in a looser and more ragged formation than the footmen coming behind. Syracia's horse had yet to acquire the tight discipline and tactics that centuries of warfare had delivered to its infantry corps.
They marched unarmored, a long line of humanity strung along the mountain road; this was their own land, still, secure land, and the new armors - leather and scale forged with Kelios steel - were no lighter or more comfortable than the old bronze. Pushcarts, no longer pushed but lashed to yet more of the strange and powerful horses kept pace between the cavalry and those on foot, piled with supplies, with armor and weapons, both for the marching army and their brothers, the elite Sparakae, already fighting in the West with outmoded bronze. Ten of the carts carried neither food nor armor nor weapons but thick lengths of wood, iron-banded, coils of twisted and greased ropes, and heavy spears too large for a man to wield. These were Syracia's true contribution to Kelios' aid, the Thresis Bows; a pile of innocuous if strange-looking parts that in the span of a quarter-hour could be assembled into a machine capable of hurling those spears immense distances to crash though Divotheist ranks.
Up ahead a line of fortifications stretched across the road; thick, high walls of stone blocking the narrowest part of the past, bristling with crenellations and studded with towers mounting yet more Thresis Bows. Here the leading elements of the army drew to an orderly stop amongst the small tent-city of merchants sheltering before continuing their own journeys, whether they be west to Kelios or east into Syracia proper. A squadron of cavalry trotted out of the thick gates; scale coats jingling*, the sun, harsh in the thin air, glinting off steel breastplates and lanceheads, sheathed sabres swinging from their belts. The lead rider held a standard erect, dun and dark blue behind the fire, man's first invention, the one that let all the rest be possible. The same banner snapped in the wind atop the mighty walls; Syracia's sigil.
The horsemen faded in and out of view as they followed the twisting road 'round crenellations of mountain stone and copses of stunted pines, scouting ahead the lands beyond. On the eastern side of the barrier - called by some "The Line between Reason and Insanity", by those less critical of the philosopher Kelios(ians?) simply the Westwall - the soldiers continued to march in, breaking away to pitch their own tents amongst the merchants, taking the day to rest and recoup before marching at dawn, west once more, to war.
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*Just to be clear - these scale coats are worn by the riders, not the horses. Syracia doesn't have heavily-armored knights just yet.
The column was long and strung out; the road may be well-made but it was also rather narrow, barely wide enough for two pushcarts to pass each other and for six men to walk abreast. Six men, or two horses; the cavalry the headed the column in a looser and more ragged formation than the footmen coming behind. Syracia's horse had yet to acquire the tight discipline and tactics that centuries of warfare had delivered to its infantry corps.
They marched unarmored, a long line of humanity strung along the mountain road; this was their own land, still, secure land, and the new armors - leather and scale forged with Kelios steel - were no lighter or more comfortable than the old bronze. Pushcarts, no longer pushed but lashed to yet more of the strange and powerful horses kept pace between the cavalry and those on foot, piled with supplies, with armor and weapons, both for the marching army and their brothers, the elite Sparakae, already fighting in the West with outmoded bronze. Ten of the carts carried neither food nor armor nor weapons but thick lengths of wood, iron-banded, coils of twisted and greased ropes, and heavy spears too large for a man to wield. These were Syracia's true contribution to Kelios' aid, the Thresis Bows; a pile of innocuous if strange-looking parts that in the span of a quarter-hour could be assembled into a machine capable of hurling those spears immense distances to crash though Divotheist ranks.
Up ahead a line of fortifications stretched across the road; thick, high walls of stone blocking the narrowest part of the past, bristling with crenellations and studded with towers mounting yet more Thresis Bows. Here the leading elements of the army drew to an orderly stop amongst the small tent-city of merchants sheltering before continuing their own journeys, whether they be west to Kelios or east into Syracia proper. A squadron of cavalry trotted out of the thick gates; scale coats jingling*, the sun, harsh in the thin air, glinting off steel breastplates and lanceheads, sheathed sabres swinging from their belts. The lead rider held a standard erect, dun and dark blue behind the fire, man's first invention, the one that let all the rest be possible. The same banner snapped in the wind atop the mighty walls; Syracia's sigil.
The horsemen faded in and out of view as they followed the twisting road 'round crenellations of mountain stone and copses of stunted pines, scouting ahead the lands beyond. On the eastern side of the barrier - called by some "The Line between Reason and Insanity", by those less critical of the philosopher Kelios(ians?) simply the Westwall - the soldiers continued to march in, breaking away to pitch their own tents amongst the merchants, taking the day to rest and recoup before marching at dawn, west once more, to war.
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*Just to be clear - these scale coats are worn by the riders, not the horses. Syracia doesn't have heavily-armored knights just yet.
Thlayli
Le Pétit Prince
Baeldeth, I enjoy reading your stories. Keep it up!
alex994
Hail Divine Emperor!
You should be honored Baeldeth, I've never recieved a compliment from thlayli on MY stories
