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Post by Iskandar Ravi on Jun 21, 2018 10:41:23 GMT
Surf pounded the shore with a dull roar, an endless thrashing of waves against the sand. Overhead, the night sky lay speckled with stars, presided over by the white-bright moon hanging low over the sea. A wolf pulled himself out of the eerie blue breakers and trudged up the beach, bedraggled and weary. And angry.
The path to Father's grave, where his bones would rest until they too were taken to dust, lay hidden at the end of a dry, dead forest. Some elders said it had been cursed by spirits, others spoke wisely of the longest dry spell in the history of his family's territory. Regardless, it was abandoned and barren, and no pawprints now roamed its dusty grounds save for the royal family's.
A vertical rock face rose straight out of the ground right at the back of the forest, cracked almost perfectly in two as if some great creature had wrenched it open. The path between the two halves led on before opening up to a small patch of soft green grass, untouched by the cursed forest that lay just before it. Father's bones were here.
Iskandar would visit in times of crisis, when he felt that his own wisdom was not enough to overcome the impasse he was facing. The ghost of his father, of course, had never appeared to him, but the prince found the silence soothing, and he would often return renewed.
On his way back a band of mutineers had attacked.
They were rebels, extremist devotees to his uncle, the wolf who had savagely murdered his own brother to claim the throne - all with a manic smile on his face. Iskandar had killed him back in revenge, but he'd always known that some of their pack were loyal to his regicidal brute of an uncle. All members of the pack knew the forest was forbidden territory, so he was sure these traitors would be punished. If he even survived the ambush.
It really didn't seem like he would. Iskandar was a slender, wiry type of wolf - though he fought as fiercely as a demon and dealt all kinds of wounds, he suffered quite a few of his own as the four attackers unleashed a storm of bites, slashes and body slams. He could feel his end approaching, but just as Death rose up to meet him - he blacked out.
And awoke to being tossed by a relentless sea, hardly breathing, his mouth full of salt water, washing up on the shores of a beach where the waves glowed a luminescent blue.
"Fuck," he hissed vehemently, propped up just barely by his shaking legs, violently shivering more so from fatigue than cold. Even so, he made a valiant effort to shake out his waterlogged coat, til he was panting from the exertion but significantly drier. The fucking rebel group must have done this to him, but - the lands on which his pack thrived were set deep in the mountains, far from anything even remotely like where he was now.
His head spun wildly, a spell of vertigo brought on by the intense disorientation. They couldn't have carried him so damn far just to dump him in the sea, right? And to what benefit? It would have been easier to kill him, bury him next to his father as a joke. As his indignant energy began to fade, Iskandar dropped to sit on the damp sand, his noble head hanging low between his forepaws as he heaved to catch his breath. The edges of his vision began to blur, and he hoped he would not pass out a second time. "Where the fuck am I," he muttered, swaying a little as the waves crashed behind him. NOTES ; Moooooorph come to me
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Post by Lirriel on Jun 21, 2018 16:40:19 GMT
[googlefont=Roboto][googlefont=Montserrat][googlefont=Open+Sans] [attr="class","morpheus"] The Broken Coast. Morpheus crouched atop one of the black rocks that littered its beach, deep blue eyes a perfect match for the blue strands of glowing lights that ran through the Eldmere. Anticipation sat beside him, palpable in its presence. The water-drawn breezes buffeted at him, teasing fingers clawing through his shaggy coat, fluffing out individual locks until he seemed as if he were god of the seas instead of god of dreams. His eyes scanned the coast, his fluted ears swiveling as they attempted to catch any errant sounds that might signal the appearance of his newest charge. When he finally spied the bundle of fur, tossed about by the waves, thrown onto the sands, his tongue slipped from his mouth, lapping over his black lips – the taste of brine was heavy, sea salt settling pleasantly on the back of his tongue. In one fluid movement, he leapt from the rock, eyes transfixed on the wolf that struggled free of the surf, legs shaky, fur plastered to his skin. As Morpheus drew nearer, he came to see it was not merely fatigue that weighed the newcomer down – his body was littered in wounds and blood mixed with the foamy waves, staining the sands he stood upon a watered-down red. The sight of him was enough to spur Morpheus into a greater trot, approaching rapidly enough that he was able to catch the tail-end of the wolf’s muttered question. “You’re injured,” was the immediate observation he could offer, a sense of unease threading through him. He was not a God of Life, and he had yet to meet a mortal that was so wounded. Already the scent of Death clung to him, and Morpheus cut his eyes about, trying desperately to think of how he might assist. His immediate thought was to move the injured wolf – but, no, wouldn’t that only cause his wounds to weep all the more? Exertion was bad, cold was bad, wet was bad. Salt could cleanse the wounds, but they were likely infested with bacteria. “Let me,” he began, drawing nearer, nose already pushing toward the closest injury, a tear across the wolf’s right shoulder that still oozed sluggish blood. His tongue flicked out, betraying his intentions. He did not stop to think that perhaps doing so would be viewed as offensive or even inappropriate. There was just this desperate desire to not see the wolf die. For he would have failed before he had even begun to guide, if such an event came to pass. [attr="class", "godling"] tags: Iskandar Raviwords: 422 notes: morpheus is keyboard smashing internally [newclass=.morpheus]height:440px;color:#E1DFD8;opacity:.8;margin-top:470px;text-align:justify;padding:15px;width:470px;font-family:Open Sans;font-size:10px;overflow:auto;[/newclass] [newclass=.morpheus b]font-family:montserrat;font-weight:900;color:#F0F0D8;font-size:12px;[/newclass] [newclass=.morpheus i]color:#C0D860; font: 11px Roboto; font-style: italic;[/newclass] [newclass=.morpheus::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background-color: #2A2A2A; width:1px; [/newclass] [newclass=.morpheus::-webkit-scrollbar]width: 5px; height: 5px; background: #ccc; border: 3px solid #f0f0f0;[/newclass] [newclass=.morpheus::-webkit-scrollbar-corner]background: #ccc; border: 2px solid #ccc;[/newclass] [googlefont=Open+Sans]
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Post by Iskandar Ravi on Jun 25, 2018 17:43:47 GMT
With his strength ebbing from him at an alarming rate, it was a miracle that Iskandar did not stumble and fall into the sand - perhaps his subconscious was making a valiant effort to lock his legs and keep him upright, to prevent the addition of more sand to his salt-soaked wounds. Through the roar of blood pounding in his ears, he could barely make out the sound of another's voice, the oher already by his side. "Let me," they murmured in a low tone, their soft voice coloured with concern. "Leave me alone," he wanted to say, wanted to twist away from their anxious words and soothing tongue, but fatigue gripped him like a vice and he could only stand and pant, trying to blink away the haze that was slowly descending before his eyes.
For a moment there he felt as if he was truly going to black out again. His whole body throbbed with pain from the wounds and bruises the rebels had given him, while his head spun from the amount of blood he had lost to the tossing of the ocean. But finally his condition began to stabilize, if barely, and Iskandar was able to take a look around. Firstly - the mysterious stranger who had suddenly appeared at his side, but instead of attacking him or chasing him back into the ocean was now tending worriedly to his wounds.
Had he been in any better shape, Iskandar would have likely startled back at the sight that greeted him. The.. wolf? before him had a coat of pure white fur, but that wasn't the shocking thing - it was the majestic pair of spiraling horns that sprouted from their brow, a shimmery purple turned pale blue by the cold moonlight. "W-what the hell are you," Iskandar managed to whisper incredulously between heaving pants, his limbs shivering. His nose was trying its best to identify the stranger, sieving the air as he drew it into his lungs in great rattling breaths, but what he did smell wasn't of any help. The other creature smelled -- of wolf, yes, but there was a strange sharpness to their scent reminiscent of the smell of lightning, the thick static in the air before a big storm. A particularly strong shiver ran down his body and his skin prickled, fur standing on end.
"How far are we from the Oros range?" Despite the fatigue that froze his muscles and rattled his bones, Iskandar's subconscious screamed for one thing - his home, his pack. If the sea had carried him far, he could be months from home. The pack would think him dead - their third leader in succession to be murdered. Except he was alive, and he needed to get back any way he could. NOTES ; poor iskandar he'll find out soon lol
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Post by Lirriel on Jun 26, 2018 2:27:40 GMT
[googlefont=Roboto][googlefont=Montserrat][googlefont=Open+Sans] [attr="class","morpheus"] The taste of his blood was electric. Quite literally, though there was an undercurrent of decay that clogged his nostrils – Morpheus did not pause to think what that meant – knew only that the other’s divinity was weeping out into the sand. But he kept up his ministrations, for all that his tongue buzzed, knowing that cleaning the wounds would both stave off infection and encourage proper clotting. And he stepped closer, as the mortal swayed once more, ready to provide his own bulk as additional support should he need it. Still, for all that he was focused on this stranger’s life-and-death struggle, a hint of amusement still found its way through him upon the mortal’s soft, incredulous utterance, almost lost beneath the spray of the waves, under the soft rasp of his tongue across the injuries. What am I indeed, he thought. Something that might have been sympathy curdled in his stomach, making itself known with the slightest of pinches. Poor mortals. For all his frustrations at the loss of his past memories, he was glad to be ridden of whatever painful experiences he had lived while a mortal. He had not yet let himself fully examine what it must be like for these souls – to be pulled from their homes, their lands, their families. Some, he knew, would be grateful for the new life. But so many more would weep over the life they had lost – over the friends, the family, the self they had left behind in traveling to this new land to awaken their divinity. Poor things, he thought, and made a quiet promise to himself to try and be more understanding of their grief. He could not make up for the losses they’d experienced, but perhaps he could be kinder in his guidance. And then the other wolf gasped out a question, and Morpheus’ heart thumped painfully beneath his breastbone. He paused in his attendance of the other’s wound, letting silence spill up the space between them. He almost was content to let that be the answer, that emptiness. But at last he relented, not quite braced for an oncoming storm but anticipating it. “Far enough,” he said quietly, “that you’d never be able to return in your mortal lifetime.”Further words stuck in his throat – he did not want to presume, did not want to attempt and comfort when he barely knew this wretched creature. But he did say, so softly it might have been a caress of the wind, “I am sorry for your loss.” [attr="class", "godling"] tags: Iskandar Raviwords: 421 notes: kinda hesitantly placing this after stuff like the boar hunt timeline-wise so morph is a bit more caring toward his mortals. though it could work just as well being set right before [newclass=.morpheus]max-height:440px;color:#E1DFD8;opacity:.8;margin-top:470px;text-align:justify;padding:15px;width:470px;font-family:Open Sans;font-size:10px;overflow:auto;[/newclass] [newclass=.morpheus b]font-family:montserrat;font-weight:900;color:#F0F0D8;font-size:12px;[/newclass] [newclass=.morpheus i]color:#C0D860; font: 11px Roboto; font-style: italic;[/newclass] [newclass=.morpheus::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background-color: #2A2A2A; width:1px; [/newclass] [newclass=.morpheus::-webkit-scrollbar]width: 5px; height: 5px; background: #ccc; border: 3px solid #f0f0f0;[/newclass] [newclass=.morpheus::-webkit-scrollbar-corner]background: #ccc; border: 2px solid #ccc;[/newclass] [googlefont=Open+Sans]
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Post by Iskandar Ravi on Jun 29, 2018 19:35:11 GMT
The ghostly creature - Iskandar was yet reluctant to think of him as wolf - hesitated upon hearing his question, and the calming, rhythmic rasp of his tongue over Iskandar's throbbing wounds drew to an agonizing stop. The sound of waves washing back and forth filled the silence then, each rush of water an eternity long. Had he been more tired the swell of worry, of anxiety would long have filled him to the brim of his consciousness, but as it were he could only feel a dull knot of distress in his throat.
Then the other spoke, and Iskandar's heart dropped into the pit of his stomach. His pulse faltered and a fresh wave of light-headedness crashed over him, causing his locked limbs to finally loosen, staggering up the beach a little further in shock. Never in his mortal lifetime? The mysterious stranger's words seemed to have been carefully picked, as if they alluded to a far more sinister meaning than just sheer distance. Surely there was no region quite that far away that he could have made it here between blacking out and waking back up, yet not be able to cross that same distance again with all the years he had remaining? His heart thumped erratically as his mind and body both struggled to make sense of the situation, mouth hanging open and dry as he focused on heaving breath after breath into his abused ribcage.
"I am sorry for your loss," the stranger whispered, his voice barely audible above the ambient sound of the sea as well as Iskandar's own frantic breathing. My loss. But the pack was alive, were they not? In fact, if anything - he was their loss. Because truly, if there was no way he could go back, that only meant one thing.
"In that case," Iskandar gritted his teeth, words coming out like gravel, his throat made raw from saltwater and coughing and choking and trying his valiant best to breathe. "I must be dead." So he had died after all, despite having believed that in his last conscious moments he had narrowly escaped Death's hungry jaws. But if this was the afterlife, nothing about it aligned with what he had expected it to be, or been brought up to believe. His body continued to pulse with pain, fresh blood still dripping from multiple wounds. Was suffering supposed to continue after death? Did he not deserve the honor of a painless eternity? Certainly, he had told his fair share of lies and cast aside some to raise up others, but Iskandar was sure no great king had passed on leaving behind a completely unblemished legacy. Surely even someone like him didn't deserve to suffer forever. NOTES ; i have no idea where this ended up going
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Post by Lirriel on Jun 29, 2018 23:35:07 GMT
[googlefont=Roboto][googlefont=Montserrat][googlefont=Open+Sans] [attr="class","morpheus"] “No,” Morpheus said resolutely, his voice gaining strength with his conviction. He could not allow the other to turn inward so easily. If the mind gave up, so too would the body, and he was too precariously close to the edge of life right now. He drew his head away from the other’s wounds, instead turning to face him directly. He was not an overly large wolf, but neither was this newcomer and his glassy blue eyes cut into the other’s tired, wilting green. The blood stained about his lips gave him a more grounded quality, at odds with the otherwise pristine coat he wore. “This is not the end – this is the beginning.”Speaking bluntly, the fact the other could so easily come to such a crushing conclusion rattled Morpheus in a way he was entirely unused to. He wavered between two paths – uncertain if a soft touch would truly help the wounded wolf or if a more brutish response was needed. Sandpaper to rub him raw, remind him that he was living. But was he that type of wolf? Some piece of him whispered doubts. “You are to become a god,” he said instead, choosing to chase the truth, stress the destiny of this wolf, the future that was promised to him and only him. “As I am. And then, maybe—”He didn’t want to presume. Didn’t want to assure the other that he would eventually be granted the freedom to wander from the lands upon which he had washed up. He really did want to say it – encourage the other to believe in a far-off future where he returned to the life he had left behind. But there was something about the land, something in the back of Morpheus’ mind, that told him such promises were empty. That the wolf would stay, by his own choice. That whatever life he had left behind was nothing compared to the here and now of the present. The words went down heavy, but Morpheus managed a gentle gulp, hidden by the gusting of a fatigued sigh. “I spoke of your mortal lifetime for a reason,” he said softly. “But you will never achieve anything if you choose to give up now.”He went to push against the other, willing to offer a shoulder for the other to sag against, that he might truly see that Morpheus was here to help him. “At least tell me your name,” he said, something like lightness forcing itself free of his mouth. He didn’t think it was exactly what the wolf needed, but it was the best he could do. [attr="class", "godling"] tags: Iskandar Raviwords: 437 notes: have some garbage to go with your garbage :u [newclass=.morpheus]max-height:440px;color:#E1DFD8;opacity:.8;margin-top:470px;text-align:justify;padding:15px;width:470px;font-family:Open Sans;font-size:10px;overflow:auto;[/newclass] [newclass=.morpheus b]font-family:montserrat;font-weight:900;color:#F0F0D8;font-size:12px;[/newclass] [newclass=.morpheus i]color:#C0D860; font: 11px Roboto; font-style: italic;[/newclass] [newclass=.morpheus::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background-color: #2A2A2A; width:1px; [/newclass] [newclass=.morpheus::-webkit-scrollbar]width: 5px; height: 5px; background: #ccc; border: 3px solid #f0f0f0;[/newclass] [newclass=.morpheus::-webkit-scrollbar-corner]background: #ccc; border: 2px solid #ccc;[/newclass] [googlefont=Open+Sans]
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Post by Iskandar Ravi on Jul 6, 2018 18:09:24 GMT
"No. This is not the end - this is the beginning."
The stranger's words, spoken with such conviction, startled Iskandar out of the desolate whirlpool of his inner thoughts. It was hard to focus, but the white wolf's soft voice reached through the fog of his pain like a shaft of light, and Iskandar let himself grasp onto it like a drowning rat to a shard of wood. The things he were saying did not actually make sense to his brain yet, but the quiet yet confident murmur of his voice was like a calming wind over the raging sea of his disbelief. Iskandar stood breathing heavily, but the ridigity began to seep ever so slowly from his tensed muscles. Drawing his consciousness out from inside himself and back into the present, he became aware of the white figure's sky-blue eyes fixated upon his own.
"You are to become a god," the other said, "as I am. And then, maybe--" Iskandar's last shred of battered hope latched onto that maybe, as if the stranger had not just uttered the phrase become a god right before that. As if becoming a god was as normal as taking a walk along the seashore. As if it was commonplace to spend just the short span of a lifetime becoming a god, like a sabbatical, in order to get back to a homeland one had been so cruelly transported away from. But as quickly as that hope had risen in his heart, it was promptly beaten back down again by the white not-wolf's regretful sigh.
"I spoke of your mortal lifetime for a reason. But you will never achieve anything if you choose to give up now." Though Iskandar was not sure what his companion meant by that, the sorrowful tone he spoke in was confirmation enough. Whether the prince was truly alive or not, it did not matter. There was no going back for him. He felt as if that realization would hit him harder again, later, when the greater part of his energy and focus wasn't being spent on enduring the pain of his wounds. And probably several more times, considering the vastness of what this pale stranger was implying. The male shivered unconsciously at such a daunting thought.
Then the other was coming over to press his shoulder up against him, and Iskandar found himself leaning into the stranger's side - as much for sorely-needed support as well as for the comforting presence of another living, breathing soul. But if he was dead - or just not alive the same way he used to be anymore - was his companion living and breathing too? He had said Iskandar was to become a god, like - him? Were gods solid creatures, then, and not wisps of spirits like the elders would pray to?
"At least tell me your name," the god requested, a little less despondently than he had earlier - a valiant effort, given the ordeal Iskandar had clearly dragged him into. An attempt at a wry smile twisted his face, though the prince knew not (and cared not) if the god would see it, the way they stood awkwardly pressed against each other. "My name is Iskandar Ravi," he allowed, though every word felt as if it was clawing its way back up his salt-scoured throat. "I am - was a prince," he added, just ever so snottily (though there was no bite to his bark), as much as his fatigue would allow - though a prince was nothing to a god, but Iskandar's pride was his position, and how well he used it. Even if now his status meant nothing, in this land where he was as helpless and weak as a newborn.
"Help me," he rasped then after a pause, having run the situation through his mind and regrettably come up with nothing. But perhaps he could forgive himself this once for trying to put his sharp mind to something and coming away having barely scratched it, what with him having practically died. "Tell me what I need to do here, if I am to keep going in this damned forsaken place. Tell me what I will keep going for." A purpose. His had been ripped from him. Maybe this god could give him another one. NOTES ; am i writing this much because this is hal's old table
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Post by Lirriel on Jul 7, 2018 11:46:14 GMT
[googlefont=Roboto][googlefont=Montserrat][googlefont=Open+Sans] [attr="class","morpheus"] His words did as they were meant to. The newcomer was revitalized, leapt upon them as if they were the golden ambrosia of the gods, to be lapped from the leaves of honeysuckle that grew everlasting in the divine realm. Poor fool, he thought, pained all over again on the other’s behalf. But the words rang strangely in his head, the taste of recognition heavy on his tongue. He had spoken the words before, but they had been acrid then. He struggled to grasp the memory, but it twisted from his grip, as slippery as a summer trout, slick with water. But he could not dwell on the thought. Like always, his revelations came when they were most unwanted – and in this case, he had to quickly discard his curiosity, his burning need to know, in favor of helping the wolf steady, shoulder-to-shoulder, heat blazing off the other, warmth slipping free through his open wounds. Pressed as they were, he did indeed miss the mortal’s twisted-up smile. But he was not deaf, and as the other introduced himself, Morpheus could not help the soft chortle – barely a sound – that nevertheless reverberated through his body, a small tremor undoubtedly felt by the other, joined together as they. “Your Highness,” he said gravely, bowing his head in a short gesture that was mostly for show and entirely futile considering their positions. But he liked the idea of it – that this creature could show shades of how he might have been before arriving, when he had been a prince and above all others in the world. Yes, when faced with a god, his haughtiness was laughable – but Morpheus also found it laudable, especially as he was not keen to consider himself a special being. Perhaps it might allow them a friendlier relationship than many of the others he had – too many knew only how to grovel. And, there, this Iskandar had something of a fighting spirit, now that he was not so steeped in his own sorrows. He sought a purpose, a destination, and that was something that Morpheus could offer him. “I do not think it damned,” he said, almost conversationally. Which was absurd, the pair of them pressed together as they were, one covered in numerous bite wounds, the other almost perfect with spiraling god horns. What a sight they were. “But to reach godhood, you must first seek it. Seek the power that resides within you – something that will naturally draw you again and again. It will flourish now that you are amongst divinity. Like encourages like.”Of course, those words were still not a proper destination. Something of a goal to achieve, yes, but hardly a foundation the wolf could set his paws upon, be assured in his path’s stability. So, Morpheus added, “I would suggest you look for other mortals first. Sometimes, unexpected meetings can serve as catalysts to greater things.”[newclass=.morpheus]max-height:440px;color:#E1DFD8;opacity:.8;margin-top:470px;text-align:justify;padding:15px;width:470px;font-family:Open Sans;font-size:10px;overflow:auto;[/newclass][newclass=.morpheus b]font-family:montserrat;font-weight:900;color:#F0F0D8;font-size:12px;[/newclass][newclass=.morpheus i]color:#C0D860; font: 11px Roboto; font-style: italic;[/newclass][newclass=.morpheus::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background-color: #2A2A2A; width:1px; [/newclass][newclass=.morpheus::-webkit-scrollbar]width: 5px; height: 5px; background: #ccc; border: 3px solid #f0f0f0;[/newclass][newclass=.morpheus::-webkit-scrollbar-corner]background: #ccc; border: 2px solid #ccc;[/newclass][googlefont=Open+Sans]
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Post by Lirriel on Jul 7, 2018 11:51:14 GMT
[googlefont=Montserrat] [attr="class","quest"] [attr="class", "godling"] Guide QuestType: Seek Participants: Iskandar Ravi | LirrielReward: 10 EVO Points + 10 EVO Points to thread partner [attr="class","quest5"] "First, I would have you rest. But once you have recovered from your wounds, I would suggest you travel inland. Seek another of my charges - any will do. Many have been here longer than you."
For all that Morpheus might have wanted to stay and help the wounded wolf, he knew he had other duties to attend. But he could point him toward another helping paw. So far, all of his charges had come across as good wolves - though certainly some were more eccentric than others. And having Iskandar join up with one of them would allow Morpheus to keep track of them all the easier.
"They may have wisdom to share with you on how to begin cultivating your divinity." [newclass=.quest]background:url('https://cdnw.nickpic.host/vtSnMd.png');color:#292929;font-size:11px;font-family:arial;padding:15px;width:500px;background-repeat:no-repeat;background-size:cover;[/newclass] [newclass=.quest5]background:rgba(25,25,25,0.85);color:#848484;;margin-top:0px;text-align:justify;padding:15px;height:170px;overflow:auto;[/newclass] [newclass=.quest5 b]font-family:montserrat;font-weight:700;color:#a44747;[/newclass] [newclass=.quest5::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background-color: #2A2A2A; width:1px; [/newclass] [newclass=.quest5::-webkit-scrollbar]width: 5px; height: 5px; background: #ccc; border: 3px solid #f0f0f0;[/newclass] [newclass=.quest5::-webkit-scrollbar-corner]background: #ccc; border: 2px solid #ccc;[/newclass] [newclass=.quest6]background:rgba(25,25,25,0.85);color:#848484;text-align:justify;padding:15px;margin-top:-10px;[/newclass] [newclass=.godling a]font-size:8px;letter-spacing:1px;color:#fff;[/newclass]
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