(Fire Hogwash): Enadonella (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "Emote looks at ^Breandryn tenderly, her feather light touch barely caressing ^Breandryn's lips before she leans in and whispers, "Get the fuck outta the manse.""
Archmage Irillia Shevat says, "Thank you. The Centre will certainly value having members who appreciate logical thought."
Archmage Irillia Shevat says, "Unfortunately, I cannot bestow all the favours necessary in one month. However, I am leaving messages with the Provost and Force Commander to give you the necessary favours that you have now earned."
Archmage Irillia Shevat smiles and says, "May I offer you a preemptive welcome to the Assembly of Aeromagi. Well done on your quick and excellent progress through the Centre's ranks."
You will now be known as Aeromage Reylari, by order of Archmage Irillia Shevat.
Sksez has been seared to death from a smouldering embaruli's ravenous pursuit. You see the death occur at the fire blossom gardens. (19633, 19680, 19634, ...) From your knowledge, that room might be in Elemental Plane of Fire.
The Scarlet Lion, Captain Rolan Vessandril, Seneschal of the Rule yells, "Not that way you idiot!"
I laughed entirely too hard. Y'all cute!
Crumkane, Lord of Epicurean Delights says, "WAS IT INDEED ON FIRE, ERITHEYL."
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With a deep reverb, Contemptible Sutekh says, "CEASE YOUR INFERNAL ENERGY, ERITHEYL."
Queen Maeve of the Fae shouts, "Any fae caught supporting mortalkind will be brought to justice: drowned within Our Well of Souls."
A sombre glade of muted colours. Superimposed over this location, an ethereal forest reaches up to the sky. A few light wisps of cloud are spread high in the sky. Slivers of darkened shadows wage war on the streamers of light that leap from tree to tree as the Well itself seems to eternally leak both brightness and dusk. Sparkling motes of radiance dash themselves against the inky blackness to either be swallowed or burst apart illuminating the area with a fountain of light. A ring of trees creates a subtle barrier around this glade encompassing the edges of the tug-of-war while the droplets from the well form little pools of darkened water turned grey by the continual struggle. The silvery leaves of a faebush gently billow in the wind. A hornbeam sapling clings tenaciously to the ground here. Dull darkened stone forms the base of the Well of Souls, lying empty and dormant.
You yell, "I am afraid that the Well of Souls is empty and can drown nothing, Queen Maeve."
Queen Maeve of the Fae shouts, "You insolent peon! You wretched bug!"
A Knight of the Glorious Dawn's eyes measure Veyil's face and remark, utterly simply: "You are bothering the Queen, Glomdorian. And you bring these... miscreants with you." His eyes flick to Gero and to other city-folk present.
A Knight of the Glorious Dawn spits on the ground in disgust.
Keeper Veyils Ysav'rai, of the Blackened Bones frowns and says to a Knight of the Glorious Dawn, "I bring no one Knight but myself."
Filled with disgust, you spit directly in a Knight of the Glorious Dawn's face.
A Knight of the Glorious Dawn raises an eyebrow questioningly.
You say, "You bother the GLomdoring!"
You say, "Leave at once."
(Glomdoring): Veyils says, "Patience Tylwyth."
You say to a Knight of the Glorious Dawn, "You bother the GLomdoring!"
(Glomdoring): Veyils says, "Let us let them speak."
(Glomdoring): Veyils says, "We will not force the Knights away with words."
Searching ALLLLLL over for gnomes. Can't find one, so I figure I'll go turn in the bards and scholars I gathered while searching...
The Path of Chance and Happiness. (road). (Capital City of the Grand Province of Gaudiguch.)
The intoxicating scent of poppy flowers and resinous smoke wafts through the air, cast by the presence of a healing shrine of Mysrai nearby. Throughout the location, small dancing flames flicker and spark. It is uncomfortably hot. A statue of a wild wakabi stands here, memorialising her noble spirit. A chubby little gnome in a red suit stands here, tapping his nose with a finger.
(Ad-Hoc): You say, "Where...is this?" 5940h, 9230m, 6880e, 10p, 24840en, 24840w Belrx-n ---------- v23322 ----------- / \ [ ] [ ] | | | | | | [ ] [ ] / \ / \ [+] [ ] | | | | | | [ ] [ ] / \ / \ / [ ] [ ] [ ] | | | ---------- -1:4:0 ----------- A vast expanse of glistening white ice. Rippling notes of a tranquil harmony drift upon the air, emanating from a healing shrine of Isune nearby. The shadowy outline of a twisted forest casts a dark gloom here. A mound of fresh-fallen snow lies here, piled up atop the ice. You see exits leading northeast and south. The nearby mound of snow suddenly explodes, a corpse-blue arm bursting through and immediately darting for your leg. You cannot help but scream as fetid, rotten fingers and festering, broken, jagged nails dig into your leg and quickly pull you beneath the ice... This room has not been mapped. The bottom of a frozen pit. The shadowy outline of a twisted forest casts a dark gloom here. There are 10 slavering icediggers here. A monstrous icedigger queen lies here, her bloated form covering the entirety of the pit's bottom. There are no obvious exits. 5940h, 9230m, 6880e, 10p, 24840en, 24840w Belrx-
The shadowy outline of a twisted forest casts a dark gloom here. Weathered and worn by time, an
altar depicting Japhiel stands here amidst the rubble. There are 7 mutated, undead cave-fishers here. There are 3 deepstone rockeaters here.
I...think I walked into the wrong room.
Everiine said: The reason population is low isn't because there are too many orgs. It's because so many facets of the game are outright broken and protected by those who benefit from it being that way. An overabundance of gimmicks (including game-breaking ones), artifacts that destroy any concept of balance, blatant pay-to-win features, and an obsession with convenience that makes few things actually worthwhile all contribute to the game's sad decline.
(Gaudiguch): Melancholia says, "City-friends, Melancholia has obtained a bell from the nomad. It makes a beautiful noise when she rings it. Do you think it may be used for anything else?"
(Gaudiguch): Enadonella says, "It might summon an Ena."
With a loud yet playful whistle, a mechanical dirigible comes puttering in on currents of air, its metallic claw grasping a golden cup of Solstice cheer, which it quickly deposits in your hands.
A mechanical dirigible bobs up and down on the air currents before jets of steam erupt from several of its valves, then putters off.
You take a long draught of eggnog, hoping to quench your thirst.
With a loud yet playful whistle, a mechanical dirigible comes puttering in on currents of air, its metallic claw grasping a cream-cheese filled cup cake covered in strawberry jam, which it quickly deposits in your hands.
You consume a bright green pickle-shaped cup cake leisurely, enjoying every bite. Ripping away the delicate paper, you rip into the topping, revealing it to be a crisp meringue with a vibrant lime flavour. The cake itself is in fact vanilla, with bits of candied lime peel giving it a bright taste. A bite of the cake also reveals a centre consisting of intensely flavourful lime custard, which is tempered by the mild vanillasurrounding it.
A mechanical dirigible bobs up and down on the air currents before jets of steam erupt from several of its valves, then putters off.
With a loud yet playful whistle, a mechanical dirigible comes puttering in on currents of air, its metallic claw grasping a golden cup of Solstice cheer, which it quickly deposits in your hands.
A mechanical dirigible bobs up and down on the air currents before jets of steam erupt from several of its valves, then putters off.
You take a long draught of eggnog, hoping to quench your thirst.
With a loud yet playful whistle, a mechanical dirigible comes puttering in on currents of air, its metallic claw grasping a cream-cheese filled cup cake covered in strawberry jam, which it quickly deposits in your hands.
You consume a bright green pickle-shaped cup cake leisurely, enjoying every bite. Ripping away the delicate paper, you rip into the topping, revealing it to be a crisp meringue with a vibrant lime flavour. The cake itself is in fact vanilla, with bits of candied lime peel giving it a bright taste. A bite of the cake also reveals a centre consisting of intensely flavourful lime custard, which is tempered by the mild vanillasurrounding it.
A mechanical dirigible bobs up and down on the air currents before jets of steam erupt from several of its valves, then putters off.
(A clan): Phoebus says, "We have guns." (A clan): Maligorn says, "The power of love and scalpels." (A clan): Phoebus says, "Pew pew." (A clan): Reylari says, "'scalpel discharge' sounds like some sort of innuendo." (A clan): Maligorn says, "Not as much as blaster discharge." (A clan): Phoebus says, "Healing love beam SHOOT!!~~." (A clan): Phoebus says, "Magical girl style." (A clan): Reylari says, "No comment." (A clan): You say, "Like Mami?" (A clan): Phoebus says, "You don't think I am a magical girl? Wow." (A clan): You say, "...brb, rolling Mami." (A clan): Phoebus says, "Decap inc." (A clan): Phoebus says, "8)"
"Oh yeah, you're a naughty mayor, aren't you? Misfile that Form MA631-D. Comptroller Shevat's got a nice gemstone disc for you, but yer gonna have to beg for it."
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Above and beyond the call! Well done!
Ixion slips into a pair of silky pink man panties.
Isn't it gorgeous? :>
A flash of emerald from the west announces the entry of an ethereal cat.
Simply Yarith Shevat says, "Oh my god."
Simply Yarith Shevat says, "Why are they coming in here."
Simply Yarith Shevat says, "I built them a beautiful palace."
Simply Yarith Shevat says, "And yet."
Simply Yarith Shevat says, "They want this f
Said palace, for reference:
The playful kitty palace.
This room is a wonderful cat palace. You see a single exit leading east.
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You will now be known as Aeromage Reylari, by order of Archmage Irillia Shevat.
Yey.
Discord: Rey#1460
You see the death occur at the fire blossom gardens. (19633, 19680, 19634, ...)
From your knowledge, that room might be in Elemental Plane of Fire.
The Scarlet Lion, Captain Rolan Vessandril, Seneschal of the Rule yells, "Not that way you idiot!"
I laughed entirely too hard. Y'all cute!
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A sombre glade of muted colours.
Superimposed over this location, an ethereal forest reaches up to the sky. A few light wisps of cloud are spread high in the sky. Slivers of darkened shadows wage war on the streamers of light that leap from tree to tree as the Well itself seems to eternally leak both brightness and dusk. Sparkling motes of radiance dash themselves against the inky blackness to either be swallowed or burst apart illuminating the area with a fountain of light. A ring of trees creates a subtle barrier around this glade encompassing the edges of the tug-of-war while the droplets from the well form little pools of darkened water turned grey by the continual struggle. The silvery leaves of a faebush gently billow in the wind. A hornbeam sapling clings tenaciously to the ground here. Dull darkened stone forms the base of the Well of Souls, lying empty and dormant.
You yell, "I am afraid that the Well of Souls is empty and can drown nothing, Queen Maeve."
Queen Maeve of the Fae shouts, "You insolent peon! You wretched bug!"
Hah!
A Knight of the Glorious Dawn's eyes measure Veyil's face and remark, utterly simply: "You are bothering the Queen, Glomdorian. And you bring these... miscreants with you." His eyes flick to Gero and to other city-folk present.
A Knight of the Glorious Dawn spits on the ground in disgust.
Keeper Veyils Ysav'rai, of the Blackened Bones frowns and says to a Knight of the Glorious Dawn, "I bring no one Knight but myself."
Filled with disgust, you spit directly in a Knight of the Glorious Dawn's face.
A Knight of the Glorious Dawn raises an eyebrow questioningly.
You say, "You bother the GLomdoring!"
You say, "Leave at once."
(Glomdoring): Veyils says, "Patience Tylwyth."
You say to a Knight of the Glorious Dawn, "You bother the GLomdoring!"
(Glomdoring): Veyils says, "Let us let them speak."
(Glomdoring): Veyils says, "We will not force the Knights away with words."
A Knight of the Glorious Dawn narrow twylwyth.
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hahaha! Atleast someone else knows my pain when i spell my name and screw it up.
Captain Maple Merriwood slaps a vibrant amber phoenix on the cheek.
I really had to giggle at this. Myself and Elarin were attacking the phoenix, Captain Maple wanted to help!How very apt!
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A vast expanse of glistening white ice.
Rippling notes of a tranquil harmony drift upon the air, emanating from a healing shrine of Isune
nearby. The shadowy outline of a twisted forest casts a dark gloom here. A mound of fresh-fallen
snow lies here, piled up atop the ice.
You see exits leading northeast and south.
The nearby mound of snow suddenly explodes, a corpse-blue arm bursting through and immediately
darting for your leg. You cannot help but scream as fetid, rotten fingers and festering, broken,
jagged nails dig into your leg and quickly pull you beneath the ice...
This room has not been mapped.
The bottom of a frozen pit.
The shadowy outline of a twisted forest casts a dark gloom here. There are 10 slavering icediggers
here. A monstrous icedigger queen lies here, her bloated form covering the entirety of the pit's
bottom.
There are no obvious exits.
5940h, 9230m, 6880e, 10p, 24840en, 24840w Belrx-
Warning: mild language.
I...think I walked into the wrong room.
@raves for whomever did this:
With a loud yet playful whistle, a mechanical dirigible comes puttering in on currents of air, its metallic claw grasping a golden cup of Solstice cheer, which it quickly deposits in your hands.
A mechanical dirigible bobs up and down on the air currents before jets of steam erupt from several of its valves, then putters off.
You take a long draught of eggnog, hoping to quench your thirst.
With a loud yet playful whistle, a mechanical dirigible comes puttering in on currents of air, its metallic claw grasping a cream-cheese filled cup cake covered in strawberry jam, which it quickly deposits in your hands.
You consume a bright green pickle-shaped cup cake leisurely, enjoying every bite. Ripping away the delicate paper, you rip into the topping, revealing it to be a crisp meringue with a vibrant lime flavour. The cake itself is in fact vanilla, with bits of candied lime peel giving it a bright taste. A bite of the cake also reveals a centre consisting of intensely flavourful lime custard, which is tempered by the mild vanillasurrounding it.
A mechanical dirigible bobs up and down on the air currents before jets of steam erupt from several of its valves, then putters off.
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Also raves @Versalean for being best protege ever, you make logging in a joy. xD
well the pickle cake design is mine, but I don't remember sending you one , so most likely I sent one elsewhere and they decided to send it to you
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(A clan): Maligorn says, "The power of love and scalpels."
(A clan): Phoebus says, "Pew pew."
(A clan): Reylari says, "'scalpel discharge' sounds like some sort of innuendo."
(A clan): Maligorn says, "Not as much as blaster discharge."
(A clan): Phoebus says, "Healing love beam SHOOT!!~~."
(A clan): Phoebus says, "Magical girl style."
(A clan): Reylari says, "No comment."
(A clan): You say, "Like Mami?"
(A clan): Phoebus says, "You don't think I am a magical girl? Wow."
(A clan): You say, "...brb, rolling Mami."
(A clan): Phoebus says, "Decap inc."
(A clan): Phoebus says, "8)"
I laughed.
'@Breandryn sticks out a long tongue and licks your leg.'
Kistan, Wandering Troubadour says, "How wonderful."
Wiggling her fingers threateningly, you say, "Commmmiiiitmeeeent."
Kistan visibly pales.
(Ad-Hoc): Gero says, "Who was the idiot that started firing on kale
(Ad-Hoc): Phoebus says, "Should finish here before they bring the zerg
(Ad-Hoc): Falmiis says, "I fired once."
(Ad-Hoc): Shedrin says, "It was gero!"
(Ad-Hoc): Gero says, "Bruh."
(Ad-Hoc): Falmiis says, "Before they said it was us."
(Ad-Hoc): Shonjir says, "I fired too because they started bombard."
(Ad-Hoc): Phoebus says, "Omg."
(Ad-Hoc): Phoebus says, "Stop."
(Ad-Hoc): Falmiis says, "Omg stop."
(Ad-Hoc): Maligorn says, "Pls."
(Ad-Hoc): Falmiis says, "TURRET TARGET NOTHING."
(Ad-Hoc): Zyphora says, "Obv they need to name their ships more Celestian
(Anonymous): Vivet says, "Sorry, hit the wrong button."
(Ad-Hoc): Falmiis says, "Haha yes."
(Ad-Hoc): Maligorn says, "It's like kale seaweed."
(Ad-Hoc): Shonjir says, "Haha."
(Ad-Hoc): Xeii (from an Aetherbubble) says, "XD."
(Ad-Hoc): Maligorn says, "<_<."
(Ad-Hoc): Falmiis says, "Well it's not obvious enough."
(Ad-Hoc): Maligorn says, "NAUTICAL THEMES."
(Ad-Hoc): Falmiis says, "Angel = good."
(Ad-Hoc): Falmiis says, "There's no angels in the south."