Breeding Project: Idol Affairs
Deep, deep down, beneath the steppes and shores of Gale-Cove, lie ancient catacombs carved out by the claws of the most diligent Gaolers, housing evils archaic and creatures shade-touched. Unseen since a bygone era, long before The Great Thawing, this sepulcher of corruption has stood strong against its’ prisoners, even as its new wardens take their posts beneath the merchants’ hub.
And yet, despite it all, when the great stone doors were rolled open for the first time in centuries, what greeted the new keepers was a strange shrine of eleven idols…
The surface of this statuette has fragile ice crystals slowly forming across it. It radiates a frigid aura, that seems to bypass your skin and settle into your bones. As you look into it’s eyes, you feel the ghost of an arctic breeze, and hear the whispers of splintering glaciers, strange claws scraping across ice…
This effigy seems to be generating chunks of amethyst, sizable gems falling off as new ones grow underneath. Yet, every time you collect one, it vanishes into thin air the moment you look away, and each stone lost makes you covet them all the more. You could almost swear the statue looks amused…
At first glance, this statuette appears to house a green and glowing liquid; upon closer inspection, however, you realize it is a heavy gas. It swirls lazily at the bottom of its vessel, occasionally twisting in on itself like a vaporous knot. Looking into the eyes of this effigy gives you the sudden impulse to shatter the thing and free it…
This sparkling idol glimmers like the Sea under the midday sun, and feels wet to the touch, even though your claws come back dry. It smells of tide pools and abyssal saltwater, and you can feel the thrum of subnautical titans’ songs deep within your chest when you stare into its eyes too long, crooning of things that once were and that which is yet to come…
This statuette is made from rich, compressed soil, polished to a mirror sheen. Moss and clover grows across it with wild abandon, despite the fact that it is hard as a rock, sprouting and withering away and sprouting again before you. It’s eyes… you get the distinct feeling that, as you observe it, it’s watching you as well…
The body of this idol absorbs almost all light that hits it–it looks like a dragon-shaped hole stamped out of reality under all but the brightest light. Flashes of brilliance force their way free from the cracks across its surface. The eyes are hard to look at, shining with a burning intensity that makes not your eyes, but your very soul ache with a sense of poignant loss…
Excited sparks crackle across this effigy, its circuitry pulsing with raw power. The air around it feels greasy with charge, compounding energy anticipating release. The glistering eyes are almost threatening in their leer… you get a writhing feeling in your gut, a certainty that you should be doing something else right now…
The space around this idol shimmers and dances with pure heat, yet in its’ presence you somehow remain unburnt. The elegant filigree and delicate, lustrous gems set within are too fine to be the work of even a masters’ tempered touch. Making eye contact with it sends your soul brimming with ambition, an all-encompassing desire to create…
This statuette is made of… something. It feels like unyielding yet living flesh when you touch it, but that can’t be, can it? Just a glimpse within the depths of its eyes sets your thoughts racing with revelations too big for your mind, too expansive for one mere consciousness, forgotten as fast as they come…
This effigy is shiny and clean, yet you keep catching whiffs of something utterly repulsive coming off it. The runes carved into it throb and pulse with a sickly red glow. You swear the thing stares at you with vile intent, yet you feel an inexplicable desire, a longing to hold it close, even as your belly churns with nausea…
This forgotten idol is coated in a thick layer of dust. As you stand in its presence, you feel a soothing sense of nostalgia, long-lost memories of better days resurfacing. Only… as you search it’s faceted eyes, you’re not entirely certain that all these memories are yours…
{ Dividers courtesy of Osiem, ID: 30450 }
