09-10-2019, 09:28 AM
<link href="https://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Alex+Brush|Poiret+One" rel="stylesheet"><style type="text/css">.oriash_loweredhorns_background{position:relative;z-index:1;width:550px;background:#112331;padding: 15px;border-radius: 50px;box-shadow: 0 0 10px #000;border:1px solid #000;}.oriash_loweredhorns_container{position:relative;z-index:2;width:550px;background:#040309;font:12px 'Times New Roman', serif;border-radius: 50px;box-shadow: 0 0 10px #000;border:1px solid #000;}.oriash_loweredhorns_container p{margin:0;}.oriash_loweredhorns_gradient {position: absolute;z-index: 5;top: 270px;width: 550px;height: 100px;background: -moz-linear-gradient(top, rgba(11,27,27,0) 0%, rgba(4,3,9,1) 100%);background: -webkit-linear-gradient(top, rgba(11,27,27,0) 0%,rgba(4,3,9,1) 100%);background: linear-gradient(to bottom, rgba(11,27,27,0) 0%,rgba(4,3,9,1) 100%);filter: progid
XImageTransform.Microsoft.gradient( startColorstr='#000b1b1b', endColorstr='#040309',GradientType=0 );}.oriash_loweredhorns_message {position: relative;z-index: 10;width: 450px;top: 10px;text-align: justify;padding: 20;color: #415971;border-top: 2px solid #112331;}.oriash_loweredhorns_quote {position: relative;z-index: 10;color: rgba(217, 231, 242, 0.6);font: 12px 'Poiret One', sans-serif;letter-spacing: 2px;text-align: center;padding-top: 20px;padding-bottom: 20px;}.oriash_loweredhorns_name {position: absolute;top: 325px;z-index: 15;right: 175px;bottom: 60px;color: #112331;text-shadow: 0 0 5px #C1C2C4;font: 70px 'Alex Brush', cursive;letter-spacing: 2px;}</style><center><div class="oriash_loweredhorns_background"><div class="oriash_loweredhorns_container"><img style="width:550px;border-radius: 50px 50px 0 0;" src="https://k.nickpic.host/bztFVD.jpg"><div class="oriash_loweredhorns_gradient"></div><p class="oriash_loweredhorns_name">Oriash</p><div class="oriash_loweredhorns_message"><p class="oriash_loweredhorns_quote" style="margin-top:-10px;">they promised that dreams can come true</p><p>He gave her freedom. Maybe he knows it, and maybe he hasn’t a clue, but in such a simple moment and simple gesture, Pteron showed her freedom. He taught her the taste of the sky, of the world, of all the things that are so easily open to her by the path above the ground. Ever since, she has begun to explore, a thing that so recently she had never thought to do. She had never thought to leave the confines of Loess, a place that was a prison only because of her own doing, and no other reason.
Now though, now the world was at her fingertips and she couldn’t help but explore.
As she grows more confident in her skills, she grows bolder, more adventurous. Today, she makes her way to the mountain, though she has no intention of seeking the fairies. No, Ori needs no more power, no more traits. She simply wants to see the mountain, to see how high she can climb, to see what the world looks like from its vantage.
But even the best of plans go awry, and Ori’s plans had hardly been set in stone. Instead, she finds herself sidetracked by the figure of a mare on the side of the mountain. Something seems wrong, and so Ori lands nearby and picks her away across the mountain carefully until she is close enough to the mare to see the dirt that covers her skin, the leave and brambles that tangle in her mane.
The sight is so reminiscent of Solace that it take Ori a moment to regroup. She shakes her head slightly and then nickers a friendly greeting. <font color=#a1abb5> “Hi,”</font> she says, voice soft as if to not disturb the other too much. <font color=#a1abb5> “I’m Oriash, or just Ori. Are you okay?”</font>
</p></div><p class="oriash_loweredhorns_quote">but they forgot that nightmares are dreams too.</p></div></div></center>
I know I said I'd write a starter, but then I saw this so I figured I would just crash here if that works. @[Eurwen]
XImageTransform.Microsoft.gradient( startColorstr='#000b1b1b', endColorstr='#040309',GradientType=0 );}.oriash_loweredhorns_message {position: relative;z-index: 10;width: 450px;top: 10px;text-align: justify;padding: 20;color: #415971;border-top: 2px solid #112331;}.oriash_loweredhorns_quote {position: relative;z-index: 10;color: rgba(217, 231, 242, 0.6);font: 12px 'Poiret One', sans-serif;letter-spacing: 2px;text-align: center;padding-top: 20px;padding-bottom: 20px;}.oriash_loweredhorns_name {position: absolute;top: 325px;z-index: 15;right: 175px;bottom: 60px;color: #112331;text-shadow: 0 0 5px #C1C2C4;font: 70px 'Alex Brush', cursive;letter-spacing: 2px;}</style><center><div class="oriash_loweredhorns_background"><div class="oriash_loweredhorns_container"><img style="width:550px;border-radius: 50px 50px 0 0;" src="https://k.nickpic.host/bztFVD.jpg"><div class="oriash_loweredhorns_gradient"></div><p class="oriash_loweredhorns_name">Oriash</p><div class="oriash_loweredhorns_message"><p class="oriash_loweredhorns_quote" style="margin-top:-10px;">they promised that dreams can come true</p><p>He gave her freedom. Maybe he knows it, and maybe he hasn’t a clue, but in such a simple moment and simple gesture, Pteron showed her freedom. He taught her the taste of the sky, of the world, of all the things that are so easily open to her by the path above the ground. Ever since, she has begun to explore, a thing that so recently she had never thought to do. She had never thought to leave the confines of Loess, a place that was a prison only because of her own doing, and no other reason. Now though, now the world was at her fingertips and she couldn’t help but explore.
As she grows more confident in her skills, she grows bolder, more adventurous. Today, she makes her way to the mountain, though she has no intention of seeking the fairies. No, Ori needs no more power, no more traits. She simply wants to see the mountain, to see how high she can climb, to see what the world looks like from its vantage.
But even the best of plans go awry, and Ori’s plans had hardly been set in stone. Instead, she finds herself sidetracked by the figure of a mare on the side of the mountain. Something seems wrong, and so Ori lands nearby and picks her away across the mountain carefully until she is close enough to the mare to see the dirt that covers her skin, the leave and brambles that tangle in her mane.
The sight is so reminiscent of Solace that it take Ori a moment to regroup. She shakes her head slightly and then nickers a friendly greeting. <font color=#a1abb5> “Hi,”</font> she says, voice soft as if to not disturb the other too much. <font color=#a1abb5> “I’m Oriash, or just Ori. Are you okay?”</font>
</p></div><p class="oriash_loweredhorns_quote">but they forgot that nightmares are dreams too.</p></div></div></center>
I know I said I'd write a starter, but then I saw this so I figured I would just crash here if that works. @[Eurwen]