zo0ok
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”HTML is a horrible language for writing web pages but a great language for building the web”… ungefär, minns jag att någon beskrev det.
Av någon anledning överlevde det Flash och Java Applets.
Hur läser ni digitala spelböcker?
- Thread starter Troberg
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Av någon anledning överlevde det Flash och Java Applets.
Troberg
Sinister eater
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Waveriders besättning är nu i Mataraaj, ett land sönderslitet av ett inbördeskrig med ständigt skiftande allianser. De har fått en audiens hos ena sidans ledare, Maharaja Samyra Devi.
Vardhana shimmered like a mirage built from jewels and heat.
Even the air seemed perfumed - with rose oil, cardamom, and faint smoke from temple fires.
The crew of the Waverider walked through streets bright with silks and brass, where dancers moved between spice stalls, and beggars bowed beside golden palanquins. The sound of a thousand wind chimes filled the city like the breath of some great sleeping god.
At the palace, sunlight poured over marble domes and peacock mosaics. Courtyards bloomed with fountains whose waters glowed pale blue from powdered sapphires. Guards in mirrored armor stood motionless as the visitors were led through corridors of incense and shadow.
They were taken into the harem court, the private heart of Maharaja Samyra Devi's world.
The air was thick and slow there, perfumed and heavy with music. Curtains of gold-threaded silk drifted lazily in the breeze of hidden fans. Musicians played veena and flute in soft counterpoint. Pools of scented water caught the light from hanging lamps, and the floor was scattered with jasmine petals.
Samyra reclined upon the Peacock Throne, not the one seen by ambassadors in the great court, but its twin, smaller and infinitely more dangerous. Her robe was woven from white silk so sheer it seemed spun from mist; her skin gleamed with oil and gold dust. Around her stood her attendants, tall, lithe men, their bodies bronzed and bare save for jeweled belts and bright sashes. Some poured wine, some fanned her with peacock plumes, others simply waited, motionless, like statues carved to honor desire itself.
Yet her eyes, rimmed with kohl, were clear and sharp.
They missed nothing.
Captain Solonex bowed, measured and formal. "Your Majesty. We bring a message from Raja Chandravir of Kandral."
"Then speak it," she said. Her voice was low, musical, carrying the weight of command softened by silk.
Severin stepped forward, unfolding the parchment. "The Raja of Kandral swears his banners to you, Majesty. His treasury, his army, his loyalty, in exchange for your alliance against his enemy, Raja Rajnath of Varnapura."
The chamber quieted. Even the musicians stilled.
Samyra's gaze sharpened; the corner of her mouth curved like the edge of a blade.
"Rajnath starves his men to build marble shrines," she murmured. "Kandral breeds warriors. So be it."
She turned slightly. "Raya," she said, and a figure stepped from behind a screen: her spymaster, cloaked in indigo, a jeweled dagger at his belt. "Send word to Kandral. Accept the pledge. Quietly. And send General Devendra with the next caravan. He will seal the pact with strategy and steel."
Raya bowed low and vanished like a shadow into incense smoke.
Samyra rose from the throne. Her movements were slow, deliberate, like the shifting of a serpent.
"You have served me well," she said. "Few men travel across the jungles to bring a queen her victory."
She gestured to an attendant, who opened a chest of sandalwood, coins, pearls, bolts of silk spilling into the light. "Take this. And take my thanks. You have brought me a turning in the war."
Her gaze lingered a moment on Solonex. "But know this: every victory in Mataraaj is paid for twice, once in blood, once in loyalty. Choose which you value more."
He bowed his head slightly. "Wisdom noted, Majesty."
Venera's eyes moved over the scene, the jeweled attendants, the soft music, the scent of oil and wine. This was not decadence, she thought, but control in its most exquisite form. In Omros, the powerful demanded submission through fear. Here, it was through beauty.
When the crew was dismissed, they passed beneath the silken curtains and out into the corridor of cool stone. Behind them came the sound of laughter, Samyra's, low and rich, like a drumbeat wrapped in velvet.
Outside, the sun was merciless. The city of Vardhana blazed with banners of gold and peacock blue. The air shimmered above domes and towers, as though the world itself were holding its breath.
"She rules like a storm wrapped in silk," Severin said quietly.
Venera nodded. "And she's the eye of it, calm, until she decides not to be."
Solonex adjusted the pouch of coins at his belt, glancing back at the gleaming palace. "Strength wears many faces," he said. "That one smiles while she cuts."
They walked down the marble steps toward the harbor. Behind them, the palace shimmered in the heat, a dream of gold, silk, and shadow. And somewhere within it, a queen smiled, already planning the next move in her long and patient war.
Even the air seemed perfumed - with rose oil, cardamom, and faint smoke from temple fires.
The crew of the Waverider walked through streets bright with silks and brass, where dancers moved between spice stalls, and beggars bowed beside golden palanquins. The sound of a thousand wind chimes filled the city like the breath of some great sleeping god.
At the palace, sunlight poured over marble domes and peacock mosaics. Courtyards bloomed with fountains whose waters glowed pale blue from powdered sapphires. Guards in mirrored armor stood motionless as the visitors were led through corridors of incense and shadow.
They were taken into the harem court, the private heart of Maharaja Samyra Devi's world.
The air was thick and slow there, perfumed and heavy with music. Curtains of gold-threaded silk drifted lazily in the breeze of hidden fans. Musicians played veena and flute in soft counterpoint. Pools of scented water caught the light from hanging lamps, and the floor was scattered with jasmine petals.
Samyra reclined upon the Peacock Throne, not the one seen by ambassadors in the great court, but its twin, smaller and infinitely more dangerous. Her robe was woven from white silk so sheer it seemed spun from mist; her skin gleamed with oil and gold dust. Around her stood her attendants, tall, lithe men, their bodies bronzed and bare save for jeweled belts and bright sashes. Some poured wine, some fanned her with peacock plumes, others simply waited, motionless, like statues carved to honor desire itself.
Yet her eyes, rimmed with kohl, were clear and sharp.
They missed nothing.
Captain Solonex bowed, measured and formal. "Your Majesty. We bring a message from Raja Chandravir of Kandral."
"Then speak it," she said. Her voice was low, musical, carrying the weight of command softened by silk.
Severin stepped forward, unfolding the parchment. "The Raja of Kandral swears his banners to you, Majesty. His treasury, his army, his loyalty, in exchange for your alliance against his enemy, Raja Rajnath of Varnapura."
The chamber quieted. Even the musicians stilled.
Samyra's gaze sharpened; the corner of her mouth curved like the edge of a blade.
"Rajnath starves his men to build marble shrines," she murmured. "Kandral breeds warriors. So be it."
She turned slightly. "Raya," she said, and a figure stepped from behind a screen: her spymaster, cloaked in indigo, a jeweled dagger at his belt. "Send word to Kandral. Accept the pledge. Quietly. And send General Devendra with the next caravan. He will seal the pact with strategy and steel."
Raya bowed low and vanished like a shadow into incense smoke.
Samyra rose from the throne. Her movements were slow, deliberate, like the shifting of a serpent.
"You have served me well," she said. "Few men travel across the jungles to bring a queen her victory."
She gestured to an attendant, who opened a chest of sandalwood, coins, pearls, bolts of silk spilling into the light. "Take this. And take my thanks. You have brought me a turning in the war."
Her gaze lingered a moment on Solonex. "But know this: every victory in Mataraaj is paid for twice, once in blood, once in loyalty. Choose which you value more."
He bowed his head slightly. "Wisdom noted, Majesty."
Venera's eyes moved over the scene, the jeweled attendants, the soft music, the scent of oil and wine. This was not decadence, she thought, but control in its most exquisite form. In Omros, the powerful demanded submission through fear. Here, it was through beauty.
When the crew was dismissed, they passed beneath the silken curtains and out into the corridor of cool stone. Behind them came the sound of laughter, Samyra's, low and rich, like a drumbeat wrapped in velvet.
Outside, the sun was merciless. The city of Vardhana blazed with banners of gold and peacock blue. The air shimmered above domes and towers, as though the world itself were holding its breath.
"She rules like a storm wrapped in silk," Severin said quietly.
Venera nodded. "And she's the eye of it, calm, until she decides not to be."
Solonex adjusted the pouch of coins at his belt, glancing back at the gleaming palace. "Strength wears many faces," he said. "That one smiles while she cuts."
They walked down the marble steps toward the harbor. Behind them, the palace shimmered in the heat, a dream of gold, silk, and shadow. And somewhere within it, a queen smiled, already planning the next move in her long and patient war.
Grejen är väl att HTML bara beskriver innehållet, inte utseendet. Det man generellt har problem med är default visningen av HTML (som är... funktionell antar jag, absolut inte vacker). Så länge HTML beskriver datat korrekt så använder man sedan (egen) CSS för att visa det på ett lämpligt vis, och här kan man lägga ner hur mycket tid som helst och bygga väldigt avancerade visningselement om man vill.
Rickard
Urverk speldesign
Tvärtom, faktiskt. HTML-standarden är noga planerad för att hålla i {.infinity} år.
Troberg
Sinister eater
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Sure, men samspelet mellan dem är i bästa fall kryptiskt, speciellt när flera saker interagerar.
Jag bråkade i fyra timmar med att den beter sig lite udda när jag ändrar bredden, samt att högermarginalen var konstig, och det var säkert något i CSSen. Till slut gav jag upp.
Till saken hör att det är en Pandoc-genererad fil, så CSSen är en best på 35kB.
Är det därför de kommer med nya versioner...
Minimoni
Homelander
Har flera tusen böcker som pdf och andra format och läser dem på min iPad Air i vertikalt läge. Har nästan slutat läsa böcker i vanlig form men gillar att samla på dem då de ser vackra ut i bokhyllan. Dock så föredrar jag min iPad som sätt att läsa böcker genom, fungerar oavsett ljus i rummet och lättare att hitta bekväma läspositioner med jämfört med en fysisk bok.
Rangertheman
Myrmidon
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Nästan alltid på mobilen.
