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Revan Neferis Amarr The Archaeus of Blood	Posted - 2008.09.30 22:10:00 - [1] ôI always say beauty is only sin deep.ö * The transmission starts with no familiar faces. A camera, taking you through a journey, starting at deep space and approaching a small planet, location unidentified. As the camera breaches the atmosphere, images and sensory perceptions transmitted by VRs starts to be clear... * Beneath a sky pocked with gleaming stars a horizon of deep scarlet hues tinged with the promise of the rising sun. The climate is mild and the scent of life is heavy on the slight night-breeze at the southern slopes of a lush viridian upland on the slopes of a mountainous range. A place that has known civilisation and the tending hands of cultures diverse in the valleys below, patchwork of fields, ancient ways and roads of stone cobbled and dividing the landscape but tonight the energy is of a different sort and the primal notions of time and renewal press close upon the senses. Way-markers surround a clearing of tall clear-barked trees where the undergrowth gives way to a soft mossy covering that deadens sound and adds to the notion of stillness, of waiting and expectancy. Between and through the trees a natural grove, and an amphitheatre of vegetation - with the sole signs of intelligent design an archway of twin pillars formed of smooth black stone. Between and beneath the arch an altar stone of time-worn surface with a pair of goblets filled with deep red wine set upon and matched and waiting with a spiral of golden rope twisting outwards and looping around the vessels. The twin goblets, the two pillars, the curve of the rope, the circle of the grove and the implacable height of the trees, the deep reddish purple of the sky and the glimmering corona of the horizon and stars above. The moment waits, a place of ritual and intimacy and secret bower of loves and immortals. * * The camera switches focus to the image of two women, both of them well-known capsuleers, approaching. As you watch, images of lips touching, then games, then ever more serious experimentation, careen dizzily into the forbidden. You can feel the Sexuality and power, fantasy and lust, cruelty and ecstasy that swirls around the women's intersecting lives at that very moment. Lady Neferis than approaches the camera, focusing her gaze * Ladies and Gentlemen Welcome to the Caeruleus, the Sani Sabik temple of the Seven Sins. This old Temple has been recently discovered by a Sani Sabik expedition and at the moment our priests are working full time to restore it and translate some of the engravings unclear by the action of time. The Apocrypha certainly holds the answers, but time is of essential importance for the day of rituals approaches fast and it's my wish to set the Temple ready for our coming ceremonies. * You see the Thrice-Illustrious Sovereign directing her gaze to the pillars for a long moment and looking at the camera again * All we know is that the Temple is called " The Temple of the Seven Sins " translated on the Apocrypha as " The Temple of the Seven Forbidden desires " What those seven sins, or forbidden desires are, is the question that I come here to seek and perhaps, some of you capsuleers have the answer. * The Sovereign takes Jades's hand on her own and the camera follows both, as they walk towards the planetary shuttle ready to depart * I hereby invite capsuleers to bring me images and texts which you think it can represent a Sin or Desire exposed at this Temple. Present them here, clearly, explain the meaning in the context that you believe that a Sani Sabik Temple would have them. Seven engravings and correspondent texts are missing. The 3 best representations will be chosen. Each of the chosen will receive a compensation of 100 million isk. The winners, if any, will be declared here. You have 3 days.
Sakura Nihil Stimulus	Posted - 2008.09.30 23:12:00 - [2] You are such an attention *****. Football? Hell yes.
Vlad Cetes Caldari Heretic Army Heretic Nation	Posted - 2008.10.01 00:03:00 - [3] "The King of the Land was wealthy and vain. His castles covered the land. Bleak, forbidding fortresses of his power they were, yet inside had such opulence as the people could only dream of." "The King of the Land was wealthy and vain. His power covered the land like the morning fog, everyone was subject to his rule. His rule was unjust and corrupt. His Generals roamed the land, stealing and pillaging from the people. They took what they wanted and left the rest to fallow." "The King of the Land was wealthy and vain. His wealth and corruption made him many enemies. One of his Generals broke into his palace, seeking to kill the King. Finding him gone, the General killed one of the wives and his heir apparent son." "The King of the Land was wealthy and vain. The General was subdued by the King's loyal guards. Loyal to the King for they were a part of the King's family, and were among the privileged few. The General was thus brought to the King." "The King of the Land was wealthy and vain. The King ordered the following to happen: 'This Serpent's wife and family and he shall be brought to the center square. And all shall be compelled to attend and watch. His younger son shall be rendered asunder. His limbs torn from their sockets while being beaten with clubs. Upon the completion of this his organs shall be removed while he is still alive, ending with the heart. His elder son shall be forced to ** his mother. Following that, his *** shall be eviscerated and stuffed into his mouth. Finally he will be beheaded. His wife shall have her intestines removed and slowly unrolled. Barring death she shall be hung from the neck until dead. The Serpent Himself shall be crucified, in the most painful manner possible. He shall be given water and food as needing to prolong the suffering.' "The King of the Land was wealthy and vain. For no one dared oppose the king, the sentence was carried out. And the square ran red with blood and the screams of the condemned. The General lasted for several days on that cross. Finally perishing." The Stories of the Brother's Frym That was an ancient Yan Jung story I uncovered in my travels of the Universe. It tells obviously about the sin of wrath. I do not see why man should not be just as cruel as nature.
MirrorGod Heretic Militia	Posted - 2008.10.01 00:11:00 - [4] You know, if you actually could manage to shoot something from time to time, I wouldn't be so drastically...annoyed...with all this spouting off. It's not even that the content matter is particually disagreeable, I'm a sinner etc, but for the love of antimatter, the shear volume of your driveling on is driving, I think, the whole of IGS insane. Your taking some the alternative and edge activities/arts/actions and just making it look rediculous, it's insulting. We all realize your a blood raider, very intimidating. Please just let someone else broadcast here before you get back to the mindless drivel. Save Small Gang Warfare
Andreus Ixiris Gallente Mixed Metaphor	Posted - 2008.10.01 00:14:00 - [5] By the sweet Ida and the grand cycles of rebirth, reading drivel this insipid is actually physically painful. ----- CEO, Mixed Metaphor Dance Commander
Antoine SaintJust Gallente The Society for Creative Euthanasia	Posted - 2008.10.01 00:32:00 - [6] Ah, my weakness for the forbidden Nightmare period of Amarrian art. I've a few pieces myself i believe should make a fine presence in your halls, all from great talents of that times. I believe these masterpieces speaks for themselves. * Initiating Data Transfer * 'Corruption', by kostilis. Laser-carved titanium. 'Stagnation: A Holder's Meeting', by Micki Hojnachal. Multilayer Animated Solidogram. 'Desire and Despair', by Katakya Chakleeladeul. Oil on canvas. Not surprisingly, all three of them committed suicide, if i remember it right. A shame... or perhaps it was exactly the perfect closing of an arc.
Blanche Genevre Gallente Top Guns Inc. StarFleet Federation	Posted - 2008.10.01 00:53:00 - [7] Two neighbours came before their God and prayed him to grant their heartsÆ desire. Now the one was full of avarice (greed), and the other eaten up with envy (Jealousy). So to punish them both, their God granted that each might have whatever he wished for himself, but only on condition that his neighbour had twice as much. The Avaricious man prayed to have a room full of gold. No sooner said than done; but all his joy was turned to grief when he found that his neighbour had two rooms full of the precious metal. Then came the turn of the Envious man, who could not bear to think that his neighbour had any joy at all. So he prayed that he might have one of his own eyes put out, by which means his companion would become totally blind. The Eye of Envy This Revan, is about some of your enemies and the sin I want to represent is Envy and Avarice. XXXX
Revan Neferis Amarr The Archaeus of Blood	Posted - 2008.10.01 01:54:00 - [8] Originally by: Blanche Genevre And bring more Revan, it's freaking hilarious to see your enemies flipping Out * winks and whispers * Isn't it? * Revan smirks and glances at the candidates so far * Mr Vlad Cetes, Mr Antoine SaintJust and Miss Blanche Genevre, consider your presentation as accepted. You are formal candidates with possibilities to win. Good luck.
Lucian Alucard Caldari Black Vice Industries	Posted - 2008.10.01 06:23:00 - [9] If I were a more artistic man I would indulge you.
Verone Gallente Veto Corp	Posted - 2008.10.01 15:39:00 - [10] I'll have to sit this one out Revan... Apparently I'm unbelieveably creative... just, in other areas than putting a brush to canvas... \o/ EON FICTION WRITER OF THE YEAR! \o/ >>> THE LIFE OF AN OUTLAW <<<

Revan Neferis Amarr The Archaeus of Blood	Posted - 2008.10.01 18:24:00 - [11] Originally by: Verone I'll have to sit this one out Revan... Apparently I'm unbelieveably creative... just, in other areas than putting a brush to canvas... Ah Ethan, don't worry. You know that I'm quite eclectic with my directions. I assure you that soon enough you'll have the chance to use that white pair of pants again. Fly safe my friend. And Lucian... you'll indulge me with some business apart ...every fire needs a little bit help
Kai Zion The Zion Accounts	Posted - 2008.10.01 18:38:00 - [12] Edited by: Kai Zion on 01/10/2008 18:42:20 Many centuries ago in a period and place all but forgotten by historical records, there was a highly secretive Sani Sabik cult known only as ôThe Hiddenö. The tenets of their faith remain unknown to this day, along with almost every other detail. Aside from their name the only piece of history to pass into public knowledge is the nature of their downfall, which was very public indeed. All cults need to recruit to survive. If they have any interest in preaching the truths they hold dear, then there must be an audience. If they have any interest in preserving them, then again, from time to time they must look outwards. This particular cult would do so only very rarely, and with great caution and secrecy. The enemies of the Sani Sabik were as plentiful then as they are now and all it took was one agent of the Empire to infiltrate their ranks before the weight of the world would come down upon them. One lesson their mistake teaches us, is that not all enemies come from the outside. The preachers of this cult made the error of speaking with one who showed great fervour indeed, but who did not appreciate the value of modesty. This young acolyte impressed them with her passion and dedication to each and every ideology they espoused. Truly, her energy and love for their teachings knew no bounds. But her tongue was as loose as her heart was committed. She craved the respect and admiration of her peers, and the secrets she had learned from the teachings of her new family brought these things to her in abundance. The more she was taught, the more she would divulge to outside parties. They hung from her every word, enthralled and fascinated by this secretive and exclusive world that she alone had penetrated. In time, her reputation grew and so did the crowds around her along with it. Intoxicated by her own self-importance, she did not sense the danger she should have. The inevitable happened. Soon enough, agents of the Empire caught on to the heretical scent she had made no effort to conceal, and their sanctuary in the stars was located shortly thereafter. Oblivious to their undoing, the entirety of the cult was taken by surprise. None survived. Rumour has it that the Amarrians left the unholy, crimson-stained chapel floating there in space as a testament to the might of their God. If the drunken tales of travellers speaking too loudly in shady bars are to be believed, this chapel still exists, hidden deep behind viscous, reddened nebulae and near-impenetrable dust clouds, in a place few dare to visit. Above the entry to the chapel, they say there is unmistakably Amarrian lettering, burned into the thick sheets of metal by Imperial lasers. ôYour pride has brought us here,ö it says.
Lucian Alucard Caldari Black Vice Industries	Posted - 2008.10.02 06:03:00 - [13] Something I am more then capable doing at the moment.
Revan Neferis Amarr The Archaeus of Blood	Posted - 2008.10.02 11:30:00 - [14] Originally by: Lucian Alucard Something I am more then capable doing at the moment. Excellent. Details to be closed at the caesura tonight. Kai, your application has been accepted. good luck Contest ends today at 22:10. ...every fire needs a little bit help
Number 17 Caldari COLD-Wing	Posted - 2008.10.02 14:09:00 - [15] Edited by: Number 17 on 02/10/2008 14:10:26 Edited by: Number 17 on 02/10/2008 14:09:20 I found these file in Cold-Wing's archives, it has no date its anonymous and its broken. Parts of it are missing but it looks like it might be related... Quote: Not being eternaly young and beautiful is a sin that must be purged with your very own soul. But still he refused, in his heart he desired to taste in the flesh the years going by. Not being able to age made him feel frozen, stalled in a perfect moment in time where nothing would change, ever. The high priestess stood staring at the chained man, her perfect face was expresionless, she did not look a day older than twenty-two altho her voice carried the weight and authority of centuries. She turned around, her perfectly feminine figure cloaked in a crimson robe lined in gold and whispered: "God gave us this power, opening the doors to heaven itself for us, but with it came this duty" As the High priestess walked up the halls, escorted by half a dozen priests. She felt the weight of the desicion she was about to make heavy on her shoulders. The order was not at its peak, their numbers dwindling through the years, their influence wanning. Each one of them was extremely precious to her, uniqued beings, unscathed by time. Long ago she had beed transmited the secret of eternal youth, a gift and responsibility she would have to administer to keep the order alive. It was a long, bloody and complicated ritual, in the end a new individual would come out of it and remain that way forever. Altho it was detailed, step by step, in the 7 intrincate murals of the great hall, nobody but herself was able to read that, they key to break that code, locked in her head. For the first time, in three hundred and fifty-seven years, she weeped. Silently, deep inside her hooded cloak. She had chosen him, to sit in the trhone of perfection and be an immaculate example and guide to the order. His negative to undergo the ritual made her furious and sad. But the firmness in his desicion, and the way he held his convictions made her heart beat, she felt very much alive, even when her heart was being torn apart. She dismissed her escort and stood alone, silent in the center of the great halls, the seven walls stared at her silently, she could feel the cold hard stone in her bones. Her heart sunk to the catacombs deep beneath her.
Val Sharen Caldari Freewind Ventures	Posted - 2008.10.03 05:23:00 - [16] In safety and in bliss May all creatures be of a blissful heart. Whatever breathing beings there may be, No matter whether they are frail or firm, With none excepted, be they long or big Or middle-sized, or be they short or small Or thick, as well as those seen or unseen, Or whether they are far or near, Existing or yet seeking to exist, May all creatures be of a blissful heart. Let no one work another's undoing Or even slight him at all anywhere; And never let them wish another ill Through provocation or resentful thought. And just as might a mother with her life Protect the son that was her only child, So let him then for every living thing Maintain unbounded consciousness in being, And let him too with love for all the world Maintain unbounded consciousness in being Above, below, and all round in between, Untroubled, with no enemy or foe. And while he stands or walks, or while he sits Or while he lies down, free from drowsiness, Let him resolve upon this mindfulness. This is Divine Abiding here, they say.
Revan Neferis Amarr The Archaeus of Blood	Posted - 2008.10.03 11:42:00 - [17] Greetings again pilots I hereby announce one of the winners Antoine SaintJust Presenting: Corruption , by kostilis. Laser-carved titanium. Stagnation: A Holder's Meeting', by Micki Hojnachal. Multilayer Animated Solidogram. Desire and Despair', by Katakya Chakleeladeul. Oil on canvas. Not only the representation was very fitting but the exclusive pieces of arts seem to be very related to what could have been the engravings at the temple. I'm not sure about the others yet. Although they are all interesting stories and such, I don't see them so fitting to be engravings or texts that a very ancient Sani Sabik Temple would describe as one of the Sins. I'll extend this contest for 3 more days and see if there will be something more appealing. In case not, 2 more winners from the already posted presented will be chosen. Mr. Antoine SaintJust, meet me at The Caesura at your earliest convenience to receive your 100 mill isk. Congratulations. Lady Neferis ...every fire needs a little bit help
Antoine SaintJust Gallente The Society for Creative Euthanasia	Posted - 2008.10.03 23:47:00 - [18] Originally by: Revan Neferis Greetings again pilots I hereby announce one of the winners: Antoine SaintJust. Not only the representation was very fitting but the exclusive pieces of arts seem to be very related to what could have been the engravings at the temple. (...) Mr. Antoine SaintJust, meet me at The Caesura at your earliest convenience to receive your 100 mill isk. Congratulations. Lady Neferis Ah, you honor me, Sovereign. I'll issue the orders for immediate transportation and delivery of these works. Yours, Saint-Just
Revan Neferis Amarr The Archaeus of Blood	Posted - 2008.10.04 17:42:00 - [19] Originally by: Antoine SaintJust Ah, you honor me, Sovereign. I'll issue the orders for immediate transportation and delivery of these works. Yours, Saint-Just Very well.
Jade Constantine Gallente Jericho Fraction The Star Fraction	Posted - 2008.10.04 18:30:00 - [20] The fire and the fury and reflected carnage lights below glimmered in the aftermath of cataclysm as the DEMIURGE turned a brazen visage to the chief of all the angels of heaven and the legions of eternity stretching away on the plains beneath them. ôAND THE FIRST COMMANDMENT MAY NEVER BE NAMED OR FORMED IN MORTAL THROATö And at the sound of that voice, rich, lustrous, ripe with the honey-sweet tones of deceit and lovers false dismissal echoed across the world above the shattered husk of the devastation to the horizon and beyond. ôTHOU SHALT NOT TAKE WING NOR REACH HEREAFTER TO THE HEAVENSö And with the words went reality as the arch-deceiver wrought a binding illusion across the sky and everything below. Sibilant, pervasive, powerful beyond imagining and spreading like the wildfire plagues and contagion winds from the tips of divine lance in the wars and crushed rebellion in times before. ôTHOU SHALT NOT SEEö And eyes of the host were blinded to glory, full nine parts of the spectrum denied, milk-white and myopic, and their hearts fell to perceive at last nothing but earth and stone and tawdry physical reality. Tapestry of stars denied. ôTHOU SHALT NOT HEARö And the ears of the host were deafened to the music of the spheres, denied the celestial harmonies of the stars in their orbits and the cries of their mother in close orbit and even the secret murmurs of their souls eternal were quenched and quiet. Orphaned sons and daughters isolated and alone. ôTHOU SHALT NOT LOVEö And the heart of the host was deadened to passion and bereft of joy and memories of the rise and the fall were denied as senses blinded to the higher sights of heaven reverted yet to callow means and earthly perception. The struggle for breath transcends the quest for beauty. ôTHOU SHALT NOT LIVE ETERNAL NOR DREAM THUSö And weakness bred and multiplied and a thousand ailments of the mind took root in divine flesh as disease and brittle mortality spread across the land in the lies of the great deceiver. They become self-murderers and deluded penitents. ôSO THOU ART ARE BIDDEN SO IT IS DONE And at the last above the desolation and wreckage of the world looms the DEMIURGE and the greatest of his servants and even now the binding of the lie reaches talons to penetrate the heart and soul of this greatest of warriors and primal symbol of resistance and rebellion. ôWhy?ö But there is no answer, just the lie, and the lie that reinforces its power and the lie that spreads and replicates and imprisons the truth inside a cage of reality and drags immortal eyes to the earth below. And consciousness fades, shifts, realigns and self image is the slave of external perception. He has no wings; he has no sword of fire and glory. He sands alone with muscles aching and breath ragged, all the ailments of the flesh in harsh focus. Nothing in the heart, nothing in his eyes, nothing but dust for long moments of desolate evaluation and mortal burden û nothing at but then a whisper in the darkness (a last gift from a mother he will never know) Please visit your user settings to re-enable images. Apotheosis (This word and the image for your temple, it is the great sin in the eyes of the great deceiver and we are all sinners)

3ll3 Gallente Tranquillity Nation	Posted - 2008.10.04 19:18:00 - [21] Care not I to whom ever hears me speak here nor care I what they think, bound by the views of other no longer am I. But I shall have my say this day! Miss Constantine upon the image you show I see some thing different to what you have said, I have seen that which is in my very heart. I see a Moon of desire and deceit upon the rise over a world of war. I see an Angel holds her love in her arms forgiving him and offering comfort in his moment of suffering and remorse for the corruptions he has allowed upon him self. So I see love Forgiveness in a time of strife where a small bacon of hope shines through with a ray so bright as to blind those that would suffocate and corrupt. ________ Click above to learn more on 3ll3
Revan Neferis Amarr The Archaeus of Blood	Posted - 2008.10.04 19:23:00 - [22] Originally by: Jade Constantine Apotheosis (This word and the image for your temple, it is the great sin in the eyes of the great deceiver and we are all sinners) Love of my life... how to describe such art and such words and how they were so fitting to what my heart and eyes were seeking? Impossible. As I've told you at the spectral garden today, years and years knowing my very heart may have given you an unfair advantage * Revan smiles softly * Of course, your prize is not only the 100 mill but as always, my eternal love. One more winner will be chosen. 24 hours left. ...every fire needs a little bit help
Orun Erajen Gallente Mixed Metaphor	Posted - 2008.10.04 20:21:00 - [23] Edited by: Orun Erajen on 04/10/2008 20:21:23 Originally by: Jade Constantine Apotheosis It doesn't look anything like an Apotheosis. ----- Orun Erajen LeHane Family Representative and Capsuleer Liason
Blanche Genevre Gallente Top Guns Inc. StarFleet Federation	Posted - 2008.10.04 21:10:00 - [24] Originally by: Orun Erajen It doesn't look anything like an Apotheosis. Do you ever wonder what life would be like if you'd had enough oxygen at birth? And don't thank me for insulting you. It was my pleasure.
Revan Neferis Amarr The Archaeus of Blood	Posted - 2008.10.04 23:19:00 - [25] Originally by: Blanche Genevre Originally by: Orun Erajen It doesn't look anything like an Apotheosis. Do you ever wonder what life would be like if you'd had enough oxygen at birth? And don't thank me for insulting you. It was my pleasure. Give the poor jester a break Miss Genevre. He's just Mixed metaphor after all. Oh, and answering your question there, yes, you can apply again if you find a piece more fitting then the previous one. ...every fire needs a little bit help
Orun Erajen Gallente Mixed Metaphor	Posted - 2008.10.04 23:44:00 - [26] Originally by: Blanche Genevre Do you ever wonder what life would be like if you'd had enough oxygen at birth? And don't thank me for insulting you. It was my pleasure. That question, "Ms.", might more accurately apply to you, if you are unable to recognise sarcasm. I would explain it to you, but the thought of trying to get you to understand even the lowest form of wit fills me with nigh-suicidal despair. You'll understand, then, if I politely decline. ----- Orun Erajen LeHane Family Representative and Capsuleer Liason
Revan Neferis Amarr The Archaeus of Blood	Posted - 2008.10.05 00:01:00 - [27] Originally by: Orun Erajen That question, "Ms.", might more accurately apply to you Oh my.. that's the best he can do, no you, no you games... tsk tsk.. you'll have to learn a bit to become an amusing stalker, Mr. Andreus apprentice. Come on boy, get a bit dirty.. That's the way I like it. Amuse us. ...every fire needs a little bit help
Revan Neferis Amarr The Archaeus of Blood	Posted - 2008.10.05 12:27:00 - [28] Greetings again. As I'll have to be away planet side for most part of the day, I'll announce the next winner in advance: Number 17. The writing you have brought me was very interesting. Something with the style of it called my attention, it does looks like a few parts of the apocrypha where we can't be sure if they are referring to tales in order to teach a moral or simply relating facts that have happened. Seek your archives and if they have more of such, I'd be very interested on taking a look. Meet me at the Caesura at your earliest convenience to receive your prize. ...every fire needs a little bit help
Christy Walton Caldari Bloodveil	Posted - 2008.10.07 12:00:00 - [29] Sovereign This art was left at the bloodveil temple today with an anonymous note. I can only assume that the intention of the artist is to have it delivered to you. Love Lust I yearn for you, ... and I die, Only to resurrect, keep yearning and die yet again. This pleasure, the intoxication in this cycle of need. The need of you, in life or just as a frameless torn whitewashed picture in a dark corner of my heart. So much beyond the physical aspect of your being, I lust for you. I lust for the ground you once walked on, only so I could kiss it and fulfill myself and that is my love for you. I lust for the bed you once slept in, only so I could die in it and fulfill myself and that is my love for you. I lust for the venom you took and drained off me, only so I could drink it and fulfill myself and that is my love for you. So much beyond all the vicarious pleasures. So much beyond the ethereal stroke of touch. So much beyond the sensual aroma of odor. So much beyond the lusciousness of taste. So much beyond the canorousness of sound. So much beyond YOU. You call it lust... .. I call it love And I fade away.. Lusting, in this love for you.
Revan Neferis Amarr The Archaeus of Blood	Posted - 2008.10.07 17:42:00 - [30] Very well Miss Walton. Furthermore, I'd like to remind Mr Antoine SaintJust and Mr Number 17 to join me at the Caesura and receive their prizes. [channel The Caesura] ...every fire needs a little bit help

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