Contributions By Aleis

[*Sinlinara]

Sensory Stones

A Farlandish Surgery [Location: The Private Sensorium] (Aleis's initiation stone)
A woman lies on an operating table before you. She lies face down with her naked back exposed. Across the entirety of her back is what seems to be an excessively large growth; living, moving, alive; and existing underneath a bubble of flesh.
The environment around her is one of sterility: clean linen sheets, a bowl of boiled water and a neatly folded rag on a table at the foot of the bed, disinfected surgical instruments lie within arm's reach with wound dressings not far out of hand either. Even the air itself seemed to be distinctively cleaner than the smog that encompasses the outside city.
There is a sense of urgency about the situation. The woman is conscious but she is dying. You have to act quickly if you are going to save her. A familiar elf bearing a top-hat beside you casts a spell which you identify as Glacial Wrath on the growth. The woman is protected by a warding spell, but the growth is left frozen.
Now is the time to act. Scalpel in hand, you make an incision close to the woman's shoulder and continue to do so in an area around the growth. What lay underneath the skin resembled a kind of humanoid slug that had fused itself with the woman's flesh. As you contemplate how best to remove it the now exposed creature begins to move and react. It was trying to detach itself and escape.
With prejudice, you retrieve a knife and thrust it into the creature before it can flee. Blood trickles out of the creature as you remove the knife, the color identifiably the same as the woman's. As you are switching the knife back out for the scalpel the magical assistant beside you casts a Regeneration spell on the woman. You work quickly to separate the creature from the woman's body before the magic seals it inside. Favoring speed over precision, you cut out almost the entire area of skin in a hurry and pull the creature's remains from it.
A bag is held open by the assisting woman into which you toss the removed mass. The clean and sterile environment now bears crimson stains and the coppery scent and taste of blood. As the bag is taken away to be incinerated you proceed to clean the quickly closing wounds and the memory ends.

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Artifice [Location: Public Sensorium]
Although not confined to a single sensory orb, Aleis has donated a small collection of orbs encompassing the creation of wands, scrolls, and arms and armor both mundane and magic: all from the perspective and understanding of a Cannith Artificer of Cyre. Although they are not enough to confer upon an individual a complete understanding of the craft, to another Artificer with a decent understanding of raw magics they could potentially offer a breakthrough that they had been searching for.

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A Wolf's Prey [Location: Public Sensorium]
Paws hit the ground beneath you fast and hard, scraping against twigs and stones as you dash across the forest floor. You are a hunter, a mother in pursuit of her prey. Many scents surround you: the damp soil, aged late-summer bark and pungent leaves, the markings of the various creatures that passed your way recently, and the cool evening air of Brux that carried even further-away pollens and smells. However, there was only one scent that mattered to you: the fear-tinged scent of a hare not very far away from you at all.
You could see it not too far ahead of you, but as it dashed around and concealed itself behind foliage and trees you resorted to the betraying sounds of scuffling leaves and snapped twigs and the hare's increasingly stronger and closer scent.
After a while the hare found itself running into a clearing. Here it was exposed and no longer had the advantage of mobility.
You recognize this and run at a sprint.
The hare continues to flee, but you are gaining on it.
You make a leap and trap the creature under your paws and before it can even so much as wiggle you bite down on its neck. A few of your teeth pierce its flesh and the taste of blood enters your mouth, accompanied by a sickening snapping sound as your jaws break the vermin's neck. The memory ends with the hunt successful.

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A Taste of Werebear [Location: Public Sensorium] \\ Added 3/3/'16 \\
Beyond the muzzle in front of your eyes is a slain werebear. A larger wolf, a werewolf, is eating it. You wait patiently for the leader to have his fill. He looks to you. You understand him empathically. He is telling you it is your turn. You step forward and start eating as well. Strong wolf jaws rip flesh from bone cleanly, and you scarf down warm and raw chunks of it. The texture of the meat is dense, and tastes like salmon and wild berries. Blood now coats your face, covers it entirely.
You've now eaten your share. But through unverbalized communication with the werewolf you understand that he will allow you to eat the creature's heart. You remove it from its chest and try to eat the exceptionally large muscle. On your first bite blood empties out of the organ and pours into your mouth. It is harder to chew than the surrounding flesh, the tissue stronger and more rubbery. Still, you manage it down. As you move away the memory ends.

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Awakening of Somnos, the rightful Lord of the Domain of Sleep. \\ Added 6/14/'16 \\
[Location: Presently within Private Sensorium; to be moved to the Public Sensorium after verification that the sensation within is safe for public viewing.]

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Visions of First Winter [Location: Private Sensorium] \\ Added 6/14/'16 \\
This memory begins with a collection of visions rushing past one after another in rapid succession, visions of every winter to have ever fell going back to the making of the multiverse. Upon reaching the first winter the rapid visions slowed and they came to focus upon a single snowflake as it slowly drifted down from the sky followed by thousands and thousands more.
A thing crafted by no man, its magical solely drawn from the significance of the event and primordial in essence, the snowflake is split in six from the impact upon the earth.

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[*Sinlinara]

Art Donations

A Storybook Wolf's Story
This is the first in a promised series of art donations on the theme of Wolves and their experiences. It is a statue made out of granite, depicting a wolf leaping out from an open book. Held in the wolf's mouth is a pen that is angled out to the side. A closer inspection of the books pages reveals a number of small indentations in the shape of pictures. Among them are a wolf talking to a dragon who holds a maiden hostage, a wolf stealing a bride away from her wedding, and near the end of the page is a wolf slaying a large hulking humanoid.

"This work is based on a true story, but my intention when making this was to portray the idea that we each have our stories to tell, and because of that we also happen to be the characters of the stories of other people. The symbolism of the lone wolf breaking free of another person's story and finding the freedom to write their own is one of individualism and personal strength that I think captures the essence of this experience well." -- (then) Namer Aleis

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Fairy Fighters (added 6/25/'16)
This donation is a canvas portrait depicting a single hatted figure in black attire as the center-piece, illuminated by a single point of light over his shoulder. Engaged in a combat from all sides, he appears to be fighting off an incredibly large number of humanoid opponents using sword, magic, and daring. Still, even further behind the combatants are menacing shadows which creep up to the ankles of everyone but the hatted man.

"For the majority of experiences, a single sensory stone is satisfactory to convey the sensations of the moment. Some experiences, however, are best expressed through art. It's for that reason that I was motivated to create this piece; sometimes a single image can convey so much more than a stone of memories." -- Factotum Aleis

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Family (added 6/11/'17)
Another canvas portrait, this donation depicts two wolves in a woodland environment. One of the wolves wears an ivory necklace around her neck, and is shown as being in the middle of falling into a portal leading to a landscape of death and decayed remains. The other wolf is nearby and in a state of fear and confusion. On further examination, the direction the second wolf is positioned to face indicates the suddenness of the situation; it would appear that the only time he has had to react is to turn his head.

"The experience of suddenly losing one you love is something we all experience. Wolves aren't any different." -- Factotum Aleis