Proserpine

The WRAPPED texture has gone missing from STILLETTO boot models. Thank you for finally adding the Heavy Buckle texture to the stillettos, tho, I've wanted that for ages.

I had been looking for one of these myself, and hadn't found it. So, with the new event on test, I took the liberty of cataloguing all the titles.

BASE TITLES - LEVEL I5
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Awful
Brutal
Conniving
Dastardly
Evil
Fearsome
Grim
Heinous
Infamous
Killer
Loathsome
Malevolent
Notorious
Odious
Potent
Ruthless
Sinister
Terrible
Unholy
Villainous
Wrathful
Zealous


SCIENCE - LEVEL 25
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Abhorrent
Brutish
Catastrophic
Dangerous
Entropic
Freakish
Gruesome
Horrible
Irradiated
Lethal
Mad
Omnipotent
Poisonous
Revolutionary
Synthetic
Toxic
Virulent
Uncaring
Virulent (yes, again)
Weird


TECHNOLOGY - LEVEL 25
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Automated
Bitter
Complex
Destructive
Electrifying
Formidable
Grave
High-tech
Ingenious
L33t
Mechanized
Nihilistic
Outrageous
Powerful
Quantum
Robotic
Shocking
Treacherous
Uncontrollable
Voltaic
Wired


MUTANT - LEVEL 25
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Animalistic
Bestial
Crazed
Deadly
Extreme
Ferocious
Grotesque
Hideous
Inhuman
Jurassic
Lycanthropic
Monstrous
Obscene
Parasitic
Rampaging
Savage
Tortured
Untamed
Vicious
Wild
Xenomorphic
Zoomorphic


MAGIC - LEVEL 25
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Ancient
Baleful
Cursed
Demonic
Enigmatic
Frightful
Ghoulish
Hellish
Infernal
Knavish
Last
Maleficent
Ominous
Preternatural
Quintessential
Rancorous
Sinful
Taboo
Undying
Vile
Wicked


NATURAL - LEVEL 25
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Abominable
Bloodthirsty
Callous
Devious
Elusive
Fiendish
Grisly
Horrid
Insidious
Kamikaze
Larcenous
Maniacal
Oppressive
Pretentious
Raging
Subversive
Tyrannical
Unseen
Violent
Warlike


And there you have it!

Dr. Valerie Stiles, aka...
The Lady Proserpine
Virtue Server

Note: Val is 8'3".

(( The test server forum is so sticky I feel like I need a shower when I browse it. >< ))

(( Aaaaah! Too many stickies!

I mean uh... woo! ))

Valerie stepped into the shop gingerly, her cowl shimmering in the aura of cold and frost she emitted. She raised an eyebrow as Mr. Pickman began to cry out.

"Certainly, Doctor Michaels... I would be glad to help any way I can. Should I meet you and Nira in the bookstore?"

"Indeed, Sir. How can I help you?"

Valerie quite nearly dropped her tea.

"Hello? Doctor Michaels?"

The crisp air of the darkened room tasted of cold sweat and filthy water. She sat in the center of the floor, surrounded by a circle of blue sand, clasping a candle in her closed fist.

"Dark Lady of the shadowed place,
Mistress of my soul and body.
Merciful Persephone, tell me!
What has troubled the night?"

Valerie had felt it. There was something in the air, something acrid and foul. It offended her nostrils each night while she slept. Some evil had come to Paragon, something ancient and mystical. An evil she was certain her mistress would not approve of. She shifted in her seated pose, spreading the sand more evenly with her index finger.

"Blackest Hecate,
Lady of the ebon crossroads.
Show me a path
To this force of evil!"

The vision came as clear as day, a sign outside a quaint shop. Her eyes went wide as she murmured to herself, "Pickman's Occult Books." Dropping the candle in her shock, she breathed a bit of frost at it to snuff the flame. Grasping her commlink off the small coffee table of her modest apartment, she flipped it open and began to speak hurriedly. "Nira... Nira! The bookstore. It's housing a great evil. Be extremely careful."

She heard the voice of the Anointed woman respond in a whisper. "Roger that, Val. I heard something unpleasant behind a bookcase, perhaps it is that which you speak of."

Valerie took a deep breath and began clearing away the sand. "Tell Doctor Michaels what I've seen, I have no way of contacting him outside of his office."