I thought it might be fun to come up with ridiculous haven entrances, or share ones we've seen in the past. Like that monk in Enorian that just... blows the fuck up. I'll start.
...So, I was at work today and I had an idea for my custom entrance! I think this fits Angwe perfectly.
Unleashing an echoing moan, Angwe explodes into a pile of adorable puppies which quickly scurry off and out of sight.
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Elitists! Keep it simple.
You will see: You disappear.
Others will see: Daskalos disappears.
Your custom Haven entrance messages have been approved.
Message #17059 Sent By: Oleis Received On: 1/03/2014/17:24
"If it makes you feel better, just checking your artifact list threatens to crash my mudlet."
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(The Front Line): Daskalos says, "<-- artifacts."
"The smell of dusty fur, sweet smoke, waiting and patience, a thing that time cannot kill. The moth that candles won't burn."
Others will see: Mariena poofs away.
Your custom Haven entrance messages have been approved.
Should I be worried that Daskalos and I have similar haven entrances?
You will see: As you focus on your haven, the faint sound of seagulls and crashing waves can be identified coming from the fierce maelstrom winds that churn about your form. The storm continues to build with you as its source, overwhelming the senses and mind with half-remembered glimpses of the ocean as seen from foot beaten paths along cliff tops and sandy beaches. As suddenly as it has begun, the struggle ceases and the welcome sight of an endless horizon greets your eyes as you slowly open them, the salty scent of the sea air filling your nostrils.
Others will see: Orisae fades away slowly as heavy gusts of wind churn around her form, the strong scent of brine lingering in the air where she once stood.
In regards to the ending of the Haven entrance 1p, this is my first Haven room:
A rocky cliff overlooking an ocean.
Patches of sparse grass and tough shrubs dot the rocky slope leading up to the edge of the cliff. At the top, the stone levels out into a wide, flat shelf, making the sudden drop-off readily apparent. At the edge, the stone cuts sharply away underneath, the platform hanging suspended only by its connection to the preceding cliff line. Far below, the dark, roiling sea crashes against the sharp rocks at the base, a fearsome end for one unlucky enough to fall over the edge. The expansive waters extend far past even the best eyesight, racing the skyline in a mad rush towards eternity.
You will see: Beseeching the spirits of Dendara for aid, you call upon another
gift of your form. Echoing the ways of the Heartwood fauns, you will your
physical form to disperse, drifting away on the breeze.
Others will see: As Angwe chants quietly in a guttural tongue, his body begins
to disintegrate into a scattering of particles - wispy feathers, blades of grass,
and tiny embers of light - which drift away with the breeze.
He doesn't need to be a Shaman.