Public Sensorium

*MimiFearthegn
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//I'm creating this thread so that people don't have to search through several pages to find examples of sensory stones.

The public Sensorium includes all sensory stones which are available for viewing by the general public of Sigil. Among these are. . .
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Archives:

Sensation of Drugs - By Faer'Chik Hed'Uran

A Goblin's Journey through Hell and the Abyss - By Cookie

Assassination - by Ea'ral

Illia's Collected Sensations - by Illia
Including:
  • Sensation: Flayed
  • Sensation: Eladrin Wedding
  • Sensation: Memories of a Revolutionary - Anonymously Donated
Fala'mel's Collected Sensations - by Fala'mel
Including:
  • Loss of a father, helplessness and desperation at its finest
  • Pleasure, intimacy with a Hermaphrodite
  • Gender Alteration
Corvana's Sensations - by Corvana
Including various memories from Corvana's childhood

Mercykiller, an Execution - Anonymous Donor

Licca's Initiation Recordings - by Licca
Including:
  • The smell of Licca's mother's bakery
  • The sound of Arcane Words
  • The taste of favorite foods
  • The sight of the perfect crafter's workroom
  • Burying corpses
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Mind Reading, from a Mind Flayer's Perspective - donated by Noristant of the Harmonium
The rather disorienting sensation of reading some poor berk's mind, from the perspective of a Mind Flayer. No details are included about the specific thoughts read.

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The Smell of Brux - by Sasha Andor
The location is Brux – the familiar hills and tall grass right outside the portal from Sigil. But what stands out is the smell. Every blade of grass makes its presence known; the flowers have a delicious sweetness. It is almost overpowering. There is the smell of rotting plants from the swamp . . . the three giants made of moving rotten vegetation are particularly easy to track. Then there is the unseelie lurking near the edge of the woods – probably wondering if you will make a good meal. One is sweet like the flowers, another smells of moss and crushed leaves. And then there is that woodsy smell like black walnuts from the chipmunk scurrying through the leaves. . .

The Sight of the Crystal Spheres - by Sasha Andor
A giant blue-black expanse stretches out before you, dotted here and there with pools of color - or are they stars? Your gaze is draw to a vast sparkling wall directly in front of you, taking up a third of the horizon. It almost seems to be alive, with pockets, and new facets, forming only to vanish a few minutes later. Beyond the shimmering expanse there seem to be more spheres - indistinct, and yet you try to count them. Your gave goes from one, to the next, trying to make out the details and their slightly different hues. Twenty-six, in all, and so very foreign. And yet, you feel as though home lies right beyond this wall.
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//Quoted from the stickied "Society of Sensation" thread

Day of Sensations Donations by Naya'il McEwan
wrote: Touch - the burning confusion of negative energy as it fought with the positive within my body to fight off a harmful and dangerous curse of the paranoia. Issued by Zilvai upon my bare skin, directed at the cursed tattoo in lyrical form, also giving rise to sense of smell experience.

Taste - the semi-sweet flavours of an interesting honey-like drink, cross between ale and wine in strenth and constituency. Mead, bought by Talek Waynolt after a companionable fight in the Abyss. Most enjoyable and refreshing.

Sight - the visions of cursed dreams, pulsing veined walls of a room, abominations eating flesh of love ones, lavae spewing from wounds. Not real, but the sight of these leading to further state of paranoia. Most unpleasant.

Hear - the story and tale of a celestial battle, the strategies and tactics of a foot warrior in the company of a winged army. Told by Kelth McEwan, entrancing to hear in the extreme.

Smell - the dry burning smell of electrical sparks as they gathered about a man amongst the hot dry air of the Abyss, called forth from the divine by Talek, smelt and seen at the time and repeated again as a sense made to separate stone, given as gift.
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Nymph Orgy by Patannia Jora
It is the place of your birth: a beautiful enchanted forest filled with Satyrs and Nymphs. There seems to be a mass orgy going on. Naked nymphs being chased by Satyrs. . . in the middle of the grove of oaks there lays a mass of writing naked bodies of enthralled humans, satyrs, and nymphs. It continues long into the night.

Pig Hunt by Patannia Jora
The memory of hunting in the jungle as a jaguar, smelling the air, and chasing her prey through dense jungle following the scent. Finally you come upon a wild boar: the scent of the boar so strong.

Tasty Pig by Patannia Jora
The memory of a freshly killed boar; the taste of the raw meat and blood as its ripped from the body of something that was alive mere moments ago.

Bath Buddy by Patannia Jora
The memory of the touch of someone you are being intimate with; the feel of his skin against yours. The area is familiar - its the Gym's public baths. You're waist deep in the water his body sliding against yours. At no time does the man's face come into view though, just the feel of him. The feel of the act of lovemaking.

Athena's Cry by Patannia Jora
The sounds of a child's first cries after being born.
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Poppyseed Pastries by Sasha Andor
You're in a cottage kitchen: warm, and cozy, and permeated with the smell of baked goods. A plump middle aged woman with grey hair is just taking a pan of perfectly browned pastries out of the oven. Its hard to wait until the pastries are cool enough to eat, and when they are, you immediately snatch one and nibble away at it. You eat one, and then another, and another - the springy dough, and spicy sweetness of poppyseed filling make these your favorites. Somewhere in the back of your mind is a little voice warning you that you will certainly get fat - but surely it can be ignored today.

Flying a Spelljammer by Sasha Andor
You are sitting in a great iron and stone throne: the helm of a huge spelljammer. You can feel the entire ship you pilot – from the individual rooms and hallways, to its position above the mountains and forests of Karasuthra. You are flying over a hidden valley in the mountains, within which is nestled a ruined city; the knowledge and view of this place are present, even though you can see nothing but the darkness out the window in front of you with your own eyes. There is a sense of extreme urgency as you pilot the ship up and away from the valley.
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Sensory Stone Drive
Including:
  • Exodus from Baator, in which a Gith outwits a Pit Fiend
  • Combined Dream of a Doomguard and a Xaos, in which the multiverse is destroyed as per a Doomguard dream while a strange golem sings
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Quinn's Recorded Sensations
Including:
  • Touch - Sensation of Purification by Reincarnation
  • Sound - Story time
  • Taste - Honey Cake
  • Smell - Sewage
  • Sight - Viewing Spirit Fire
  • The Fabulous Modrone
  • Horror in the Hive
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Sensations By Barrakasra
- Wraithitude: the sensation of being a wraith
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Sensation of Flight, by Mareth Ravenlocke
The sensation of flying through a thunderstorm.

A Briefly Addle Mind, by Kirmira
You must not look.
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Azure Amphor by Odette Vieuxpont

The memory opens to a brilliant cerulean sky that takes up the entirety of one's vision, crystal-clear and impossibly perfect. Golden leaves descend lazily, spinning and twirling on a light breeze as they cross your line of sight. You revel in the natural atmosphere, laying flat on your back. Grasped in your right hand is a flask that is cool to the touch.

Somewhere near, a voice speaks, "Just relax, keep laying back and watching the sky, and drink. Don't worry about choking."

Gaze focused on the radiant scene above, you lift the flask lifts to your parted lips. The sensation catches you off-guard, unexpected in comparison to the sensation you believed you would experience, at which point you sharply inhale through your nose. As the amphor touches your tongue, it evaporates with a sweetened aftertaste akin to a spring rain, and then quickly warms into the promise of sunshine that chases away the clouds. It is nothing like any alcohol that has touched your lips previously.

Your eyes widen slightly beneath long lashes to the sky above, the second sip filling your mouth with a cool vapor that tingles from the tip of your tongue to the back of your throat and eases warmly into your stomach. By the third sip you feel as light as a feather and as free as a bird, as if the ground so longer exists and you yourself are floating skyward.

Slowly you close your eyes, savoring the light-headed rush that sweeps through your limbs for a few long moments. During this brief moment in time, all is right in the verse and you are unburdened. The cool vapor that had left it's stamp on your tastebuds slowly warms and dissipates, at which point a single word leaves your lips in a breathless whisper. " . . . wow."

As you lick your lips, the memory fades with final feelings of complete and sated ease.
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