PREMIUM FEST: GM Tivvy reveals a sneak peek at a fully unlocked, auction quality Sirenscale Gown that will be available to the highest bidder at the Premium Festival. The gown is unlike any other: wrought of moonlight and seafoam, threaded with longing, myth, and the shimmer of sirenscale. This all new line of gowns possess subtle illusions … and mysteries yet to be unraveled. Full announcement:
Text of Discord Post follows:
GM Tivvy
[Premium Fest] Sirenscale Gowns
on 12 Jun 2025 5:46 PM
from the Official GemStoneIV Discord
on #Premium Forum channel
From the artisans of Laeqithe come gowns unlike any other, wrought of moonlight and seafoam, threaded with longing, myth, and the shimmer of sirenscale.
One such gown will be offered to the highest bidder. Another may surface by stranger means, for those who place their faith not in silvers but in the turning of the tides.
These rare gowns possess subtle illusions and mysteries yet to be unraveled. Those drawn to beauty, wrath, or the murmur of something old beneath the waves should take heed.
Some claim the gowns are less sewn than summoned… that their reflections hold secrets not yours, their shadows turn restless, and dreams grow unquiet in their wake. Perhaps it is only salt and story. Perhaps not.
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You analyze the ivory gown and sense that the creator has provided the following information:
This ivory gown is a Sirenscale Gown. It is Auction Quality.
It may be altered freely, including both a long and/or show description, but somewhere in the base description there must be mention of scales. The scales should be from a marine creature or may be described as just “scales,” but no metal or fabric scales, etc. The material must always be some kind of cloth fabric, and it must make sense with messaging that refers to it being long and flowing. No short skirts, tight skirts, or leather gowns.
The scales on your gown must be in one of the following locations:
1. overall 2. bodice 3. skirt 4. sleeves (plural)
2. sash 6. train 7. hem 8. neckline
The scales location is set to: “cascading the length of the train”
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VERBS:
BRUSH, SWEEP, SWAY, CURTSY, SHAKE, TURN, TWIST, FLICK, LISTEN, POKE, PREEN, PROD, and TOUCH.
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wear my gown
The fabric of your ivory gown glides over your skin like water, chilling at first, then warming after a few moments. The scales cascading the length of the train shimmer in a slow, hypnotic surge before stilling.
turn my gown
As you turn, the scales on your ivory gown catch the ambient light in cascading sparkles, shifting from deep abyssal tones to the pale luster of drowned pearls.
flick my gown at Euxinia
Reaching for the scales cascading the length of the train of your gown, you make a quick flicking motion, conjuring a handful of icy seawater and propelling it toward Euxinia. Alas, you missed. How disappointing.
curtsy my gown
You dip into a deep, graceful curtsy, the fabric of your ivory gown pooling at your feet like sea mist rolling over a shoreline.
sway my gown
You sway slightly in place, your ivory gown following your movement in a languid, liquid drift, pulled by some numinous undertow.
I’ll likely be auctioning one off on Saturday (21st) or Sunday (22nd) in the evening (I’m leaning Sunday at the moment). This will be the only item auctioned, and it will be for silvers.
There aren’t going to be any sold OTS, at least for now. Maybe not ever.
AMBIENTS:
A trickle of cold sensation coils down your spine, like a fingertip tracing the path of a faded memory you can’t recall. Your breath halts and you stiffen as a tremor flickers through your gut, chased by a chill that seeps deep into your bones.
An oppressive, bleak sensation overtakes you without warning, and your vision darkens and becomes clouded. Goosebumps awaken on your skin. Just as rapidly as it arose, the feeling vanishes, leaving you uneasy but unharmed.
For a heartbeat, your shadow seems to stretch and distort in the ambient light. Swirling like liquid smoke, it forms the sinuous curve of a feathery, finned tail streaming behind you before shrinking, perfectly mundane once more.
(Some of those appear… very… different to a third party than to the person wearing the gown.)
More ambient previews:
An iridescent emerald scale floats from your ivory gown to the floor, shimmering as it spirals gently downward in front of you.
Roiling sea mist curls from the hem of your ivory gown, tendrils of fog writhing and twisting restlessly around you. The mist clings to your ankles, curling and tugging before dissipating, driven by a phantom tide.
The crisp, fresh scent of the sea surrounds you, with the sharp tang of salt and the wintry bite of a gathering gale. The scales of your gown flutter slightly, as if stirred by the electric energy of an impending thunderstorm.
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