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101. The ice itself shimmers as the light of the room hits its every facet. Obviously done by someone of great talent, the ice has been carved into an elaborate halfling wizard standing triumphantly upon a large mound. His experienced eyes shine with triumph as raises his wand in one hand and the crown of his title in the other. Just by looking at this sculpture, you feel mesmerized by the halfing and feel compelled to worship his race.
102. A beautiful wintery scene seems to come alive as the light glitters over the carved ice block. Woodland creatures are scattered amongst various trees which surround a frozen pond, the iced top glistening like a faceted gem. Miniature people.. couples hand in hand, children with parents, friends and families.. appear to be skating about the pond creating beautiful patterns on the crystal ice.
103. The ice has been carved into an enormous, frosted cookie! Large divots have been gouged out, apparently to meant to resemble raisins or chocolate chips. An enourmous bite has been carved out of one side.
104. a glossy ice sculpture of a slouching cleric sitting on an ice throne, his head in his hands. A holy symbol lies broken on the floor, and a dead body laying on the ground beside it, with the caption 'The Faceless Man'
105. The ice has been manipulated into a kneeling maiden who's skirts spill about the ground beneath her. An expression of grief contorts her youthful features while clutching a tattered and war-torn shroud. An unheard sob is forever frozen within her throat while a single tear serves as a silent emotional tribute.
106. The block of ice has been carved in to a tough looking tomcat. Slight irregularities in the ice cause him to look scarred and weathered. His whiskers are half broken off, suggesting his involvement in several fights.
107. This ice sculpture portrays a translucent three-masted Krolvin warship under full sail, the ropes fashioned from tiny icicles that have been fitted by melting the ends into place. As you peer at the deck you can make out miniature Krolvin sailors in frozen animation and a tiny Krolvin warfarer at the wheel, a confident smile on his face as the icy winds tear at his cloak.
108. A carving of an ice angel who is gleefully playing with her cute little tiger cub in the snow while a light flurry of snow is falling all around them.
109. A beautifully landscaped forest glen where ice covered treetops stretch towards the heavans. A frost white snow-minx cavorts playfully in a drift outside her burrow and scrambling about her paws are several snow-kits out in their first winter's snow.
110. This block of ice has obiously been carved by a amateur. The nose is long and pointy, an ear is missing, and one arm is in the wrong place. Insribed below reads, "My portrait: Holymoon Soulsight."
111. The ice has been carved into the picture of a youthful women dancing across the waves. Watching her from a cliff is a baby shan holding flower petals.
112. A beautiful yet ragged looking urchin lost in a sea of snow. Peering closer into the ice you notice that the beautiful urchin's arms seem to reaching out for you and a tear can be seen sliding slowly down her mall, soft face.
113. The ice has been skillfully carved into the image of an alluring dark elven lady. Looking closer, you can see the words "Indica Saranadu, Healer Princess" etched into the base of the statue.
114. The ice has been carved into the shape of a lithe young Wardancer, her dancing blades held aloft in an offensive posture. She seems so delicate and graceful, yet with an undertone of power fitting of a warrior of her skill.
115. The ice has been carved into a miniature topographic model of the Free Port of Solhaven.
116. The ice has been carved into the figure of a distraught looking female acolyte, her face frozen into a sad expression, wide eyes gazing into nothingness as she longs for the one she can never have
Setzier yells, "I've already created the winning piece, may as well just go home."
117. a block of ice intricately and painstakingly carved into a dark elven thief stands solemnly in the shadows watching passerbys with full purses jingle away. An imp the size of a tart, can be seen posting upon the lace strings of an elven merchant, holding a gold coin larger than itself in arms.
118. The ice has been carved into the image of a rabid bunny viciously devouring a small ice carrot.
119. the block of ice has been expertly carved almost paper thin. Lightly chiseled on the translucent scroll are the words, "May your heart find warmth in the cold of the year."
120. an ice statuette of a delicate fairy in mid-flight, her long hair flowing behind her and sleek wings seeming to be in motion.
121. A beautiful peice of ice depicting a Wizardess standing next to a Sylvan Sorcerer.
122. The crystal is carved into a heavy looking anvil resting atop a large flat stone. Splitting the anvil directly in half and extending majestically upward above the stone is a glittering crystalline broadsword. Its long and slender blade is chiseled to a razor edge and its icy pommel is crafted into the likeness of a blooming rose. The rose's leaves give way to vines that twice decoratively around the hilt and part to form the blade's thorny crossguard.
123. A skull has been carved ot of the ice, it appears to be cracked.
124. the ice you see a little Halfling warrior with a drake lance at the hilt is a flaying drake and the blade itself is like a blazing flame,
125. the Ice you see carved A lovely warrior ice carving of a statuesque woman in warriors clothing, with long cascading blond hair and a look of amusement in her eye you realize it must be a self-portrait of Vif
126. The ice has been painstakingly sculpted into a scaled version of the battle of Maelshyve and as you look closer you see a miniature version of Despana being subdued by a heroic Faendryl sorceror and his recently summoned demon. As the light shifts within the tiny sculpture you shiver as if you can almost grasp the desperate struggle being waged on the battlefield and the horrific loss of life strewn about it's ground.
127. the ice is a sorcerer and a rogue cuddled happily under a full moon
128. The ice has been carved into the image of a half-elf Rogue and a Giantman Sorcerer locked together under a pale moon on a distant plane.
129. The block of ice has been fashioned into the shape of a large, icy diamond. Each facet has been delicately chiseled into the surface, glinting even in the faintest of light. An orchid has been carved in the center, depicted perfectly right down to the dew-kissed petals.
130. A window of ice displaying the image of a water flow frozen in time with nymph's dancing joyfully by a shimmering black pool beneath a silent full moon.
131. a small ice figurine of a buxomly bosomed barmaid. She appears to be wearing a rather low-cut bodice and a wrinkled skirt. In her hands she holds two large tankards filled with foaming ale.
132. A proud nose juts out of a woman's angular face, matched by a pair of thin lips parted in a cruel smile. Icicles rise from a narrow tiara that crowns her forehead and restrains long crystalline hair. Despite her harsh features, a glint of sorrow shines from her eyes where the ice has begun to melt, leaving a single drop of water to trickle down her face like a tear. At statue's base, where her hair coils about her neck, the words "Queen of Winter" stand inscribed.
133. The block of ice has been shaped to depict a the grisly scene of a giantman monk dazedly walking through the aftermath of a gruesome battle. Moving from body to body he covers the field in a haphazard yet encompasing manor. Kneeling over the fallen, he prays for those beyond his power to help, his eyes searching for those yet in need, his never ending struggle clear upon his tortured face.
134. A ice skull with a slitted eye
You wipe the sweat from your brow.
You exclaim, "Whew!"
You exclaim, "Nevrek, that woman is nearly nude!"
Nevrek asks, "Yes, so?"
Bablistia says, "Well, is art after all."
Bablistia shrugs.
135. Rex carves the ice into "The ice has been carved into a Happy Person who can not help from smiling because they were helped by Rex!".
Nevrek cackles!
You laugh out loud!
Xeldria blinks at Rex.
136. Setzier carves the ice into "The block of ice has been carved with the form of fair-haired woman wearing flowing robes. Her eyes look out in despair, and sadness when you notice that the figurine is melting! Below are carved the words, "Lorminstra - GemWitch."".
137. Setzier carves the ice into "The block of ice is chiseled with the picture of Lorminstra, laying broken asunder under the blood moon of Lornon. A single backpack filled to the brim of tarts laying atop her. "The real Betrayal of Lorminstra - a halfling."".
Rex says, "See"
Rex exclaims, "I made that of you!"
Rex exclaims, "Happy person!"
Nevrek chuckles.
Rex shows Nevrek his block of ice.
Nevrek says, "I sure am happy."
Nevrek grins.
Rex exclaims, "i am happies that you are happy!"
Rex bounces around happily.
Nevrek snickers.
Setzier says, "What to carve, what to carve."
138. Setzier carves the ice into "The block of ice has been carved and cut, broken and smashed until there is nothing but a pile of slush. Oddly, it has a vague appearance of Lorminstra, or an otter.".
You exclaim, "Setzier, I like that one!"
You ask, "It is a squirrel, yes?"
Harun says, "it resembleth a dark vortece"
Xeldria says, "No no.."
Xeldria says, "Magru."
Sabitor says, "I want. Some more. Ice."
Harun says, "and for thy wheel to spin once more"
Harun nods to Sabitor.
Sabitor scowls at Harun.
Harun says, "Thou said goodbye countless times"
Sabitor says, "He stole my silvers."
Sabitor says, "Stole them all."
Sabitor exclaims, "I could be rich. Rich!"
Sabitor asks, "Now I cannot even have a block of ICE?"
Sabitor says, "We are surrounded by ice."
Harun says, "Truly, the concept of ice still causeth me great amaze"
You say, "It is an amazing thing, really."
You say, "When it is cold, it is always cold. When it is not cold, it is
not ice."
Harun says, "If I were to transport this back to the Sea of Fire, I would
be rich beyond thy wildest dreams of avarice"
139. Setzier carves the ice into "The block of ice has been stained a light crimson, and etched into the likeness of a jackal-headed man holding the severed head of a female, reminiscent of Lorminstra. Jagged death runes, and gory-sigils scarr the beautiful maiden's face. "Silence", is etched at the base.".
Xeldria exclaims, "Aha!"
Xeldria says, "Perfect."
Xeldria just gave a carved block of ice a smooch.
You ask, "Xeldria, didn't you say minutes ago that yours was perfect?"
Xeldria says, "Umm."
Xeldria says, "It's more perfect now."
Harun says, "Truly, O Setzier, I had not realized that thou had any skill
with imagination"
You say, "I find Setzier very clever."
Setzier winks at Harun.
Harun says, "I have heard tales of his entry at Bardfest"
Harun says, "Members of the House speak of it to this day! Would that I had
been there"
140. Setzier shows you a carved block of ice, which he is holding in his left hand. A block of ice carved with the words, "Setzier the Great, and Mightly Ruler of Elanthia, his Supreme Majesty and Uniqueness - was here."
You say, "Setzier, you're quite cute."
Harun says, "Dost thou not? He wore of a jacket of restraint"
Nevrek says, "Only restraint you'll efer see vith Setzier."
141. The ice depicts a scene of three figures. The first gazes up with cheeks puffed and mouth pursed in a casual whistle. The second, a caricature with hunched back and clawlike fingers, rests a hand in the first's pocket. Beneath him is limned: "A THEIF." A third figure--an elf of some kind--stands resplendent in front-laced boots, knee-length skirt and honest smile. The words below her read: "NOT A THEIF." Copious scratches hint at the carver's confusion regarding matters of spelling.
142. The ethereal form of a giant iceblossom is captured magnificently in the crystalline ice. Exquisite care has been taken into the detail of the frozen bloom, as delicate veins run throughout the petals. As warm air caresses the iceblossom, the resulting water droplets dangle on the edges of the glistening translucent petals like fresh morning dew before falling to the ground with a faint *PLOP*.
Nevrek whispers, "Good idea though, logging them for the web site."
You nod to Nevrek.
143. You see a carefully, though imperfectly, carved ice sculpture. A sylvan mother sits, legs folded beneath her, with her young son clasped in her arms. His tiny hands reach for his mother's caring face as his mouth appears frozen in a silent giggle. The faces are the most detailed aspect of the carving, their eyes glittering as though alive with the joy of the captured moment. At the base, a few words are neatly inscribed: Tierana and Tymal, beloved mother and brother.
144. This bas-relief of ice depicts in a two-dimensional plane a great forest with a prominent full moon rising above it. Close examination of the carved trees shows hidden figures of wood elves bearing bows and knifes and watching in secret an apparently lost elf. LORNON'S EVE is scribed at the bottom.
145. The ice has been chiseled into the shape of a slender elven woman, laying in semi-nude repose atop what appears to be a coffin. The maiden's delicate fingers spread mournfully across the top of the coffin's lid, accenting the despair cut into her sharply featured face.
146. A tall wheel of ice inscribed with mystical runes, this sculpture can only be the Conquest Wheel. Surrounding it are countless shadowy figures in a variety of poses - some raising fists wrathfully, others meekly begging. A smirking croupier stands nearby, his long stick ready to rake in another potload of silver.
147. The ice has been carved into to show a Giantman standing over a defeated foe. Raising a stein of ale to a well fought battle, he lets out a chalenge to all. He then empties his stein, removing his hatchet ready for battle anew.
148. A giant bag has been carved out of ice. There are many coin-lumps in it. There must be about a million silvers in there! But oh, what is this? A wheel of ice stands to the side, with icy eyes staring hungrily at the silvers.
149. The ice has been shaped into the form or a hooded dark elf, holding a runed staff in one hand and a blue crystal in the other hand. Eyes burn with a redish tint as he peers into his crystal.
150. The block of ice has been carved into a tall elven sorcerer, standing next to a black dragon. The dragon is holding a uncut diamond in its mouth, and the sorcerer is holding a gleaming sickle. Upon further examination, you notice the name " Kore " etched in the blade.
151. Fashioned from a block of crystalline ice, a tiny ballerina dancer stands erect, carefully balanced on pointed toes. The tutu carved around her slender waist has been frosted with care and tinted a pale pink hue. A sparkling tiara rests on her brow, an intricate snowflake carved into each of the three delicate spires.
152. Out of the ice is crudely carved a man, prostrate, face contorted, mouth agape and one arm grasping. A metal pin has been forced into the ice so as to pierce the man through the back. The base reads: "For father dearest. Out of me, onto you. See you in the fiery hereafter. Your loving son, Sol."
153. The ice has been carved into a wedding band. A delicate chain of golden strands outlines the frosty edges of the frozen oval encasing several crystalline roses the color of garnet. Embedded into the icy leaves are tiny snowflakes, sparkling like dew drops. At the foot of the sculpture a plaque reads "A touch of love, a bit of laughter, the joy of sharing our lives. May our hearts forever beat as one. -- A lost love forever frozen in time."
154. The ice has been delicately etched with the words, "Ode to the Rollerboy." Underneath, a young man with two large buck teeth is sitting in a chair with two large wheels attached to the sides. It looks like he's flirting with you. What a hottie.
155. Emerging from the side of a mountain carved into the ice, a wizardess rides upon a magificent steed. Her cloak blends with the creature and makes them appear to be moving as one. She holds high a staff in one hand, with the other grasping the mane. She appears to be looking over her shoulder at an unseen enemy. A tiny tear flows down her cheek.
156. The ice has been carved into a beautiful statue of Oceanette sitting on her rear.
157. Carved into the ice before you is the image of a solitary figure kneeling before a well. His hands grasp the rocky edge of the well, his gaze upon an object sinking in the water before him. A single tear courses down his cheek, leaving a wet trail. Etched into the ice are the words "Never shall I forget."
158. The ice is delicatly carved into a scene of an extreamly handsome man standing before a beautiful woman his soft expression caressing her face, their hands entwined delicately togeather while soft smiles play across their lips, the ice almost melts under the intense gaze the two share, a soft leafed vine sporting sweetly scented honeysuckles twist around the couple forming an arch of romance, a soft glowing moon hangs over head in the fragrent enchanted evening.
159. a familiar looking mountain peak. Thirteen heroic-looking figures stand near the top in circle, hands joined. A young lass floats serenely in their midst. The words "Risper and Terate's sacrifice shall never be forgotten" are etched in elegant script into the bottom.
>l twelvth ice
I could not find what you were referring to.
>whis lal Dangit... how do you spell "twelvth"?
You whisper quietly to Laleena.
Laleena whispers, "Twelfth."
You slap yourself on the forehead! Doh!
161. A large frosted pole rises up from the center of this ice carving. A trio of kobolds surround the pole, their heads cocked at odd angles. Looking closer you see that the kobold's tongues appear stuck to the pole and the kobolds are desperately trying to get them removed. Off to the side two kobolds are rolling on the ground, yipping in seemingly uncontrollable amusement.".
Jaxia whispers, "Today is Restday, day 0 of the month Lormesta in the year
5101. It is 06:16 by the elven time standard."
Jaxia whispers, "Day 0! We're stuck in time!"
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