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Re: Races: Pins, Hats, Illusions

I just consider people whatever race they present as, whether it’s a hat, changeself, cameo, or whatever else.

Daraius

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Re: What are you watching?

On the last season of TNG, about to move on to DS9

Luce

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The timing on this was too perfect, I had to share. After downing my month's poteens in one go I realized my brazier boil hadn't reset yet. Obviously where better to go when suicidally drunk than sightseeing after climbing to the top of a construction site.

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Terrified, Jinlu Ilithyia, the Boneseer exclaims, "Wait! It's so windy up there! You might fall!"

Dangerously-high upon the girders.

It is uncomfortably hot. Scaffolding surrounds the lower level of the tower but here, above the

ground, there are only the iron columns and girders to travel upon. The iron frame of the building

is on full display here, jutting into the sky as a testament to the Engine's engineering prowess.

Additional beams are being laid down here and riveted into place by ironworkers while the flooring

crew works on the lower levels. An assortment of demonic beings mills around the upper floors -

imps, demons, and even a solitary archdemon overseeing the work - providing support or hefting

construction materials. An unhindered view of the city of Magnagora is visible in every direction,

almost as if one were soaring over it. The dark towers of the Necropolis to the west sit level with

the skeletal edifice, and beyond them, there are only the tumultuous dark waters of the Sea of

Despair. To the north and south, Magnagora thrives with many a storefront and manor, while to the

east, the stained glass dome of the theatre reflects the smog-streaked sky and the Silent Cathedral

looms behind it upon a hill. The air is filled with the scent of soot and smoke pumped into the air

from the haze-wreathed industrial quarter stretching to the southeast.

You see a single exit leading down.

You stumble and fall in your alcoholic haze.

You are afflicted with sprawled.

You stand up and stretch your arms out wide.

Lief tells you, "In your state, I would try more artistic pursuits. Try painting, or dancing, or

singing!"

You fumble about drunkenly.

You are afflicted with an unknown affliction.

You take a drink of lucidity slush from a stone vial veined in liquid metal.

You have cured paranoia.

You fumble about drunkenly.

You take a long drag off a steam-driven pipe.

say I'm too drunk to fall! Ouch, except that time

Voice muffled by his mask, you say, "I'm too druNnu tO fall! Ouhch *hic* , except that kIme."

Dangerous winds crash into the construction site, slamming right into your chest. You try to grab

onto something but the blast is so sudden and powerful that not even wings or levitate enchantments

can provide any protection. You soar through the air, plummeting towards the city of Magnagora head

first at breakneck speeds. A gust of wind slams into you and you are briefly on your back, watching

the iron skeleton of the clock tower rapidly grow and loom over you. There is a screech off to the

side, but it may have been the deafening wind, and then just as the ground is so dangerously near -

you are suddenly grabbed by strong limbs, a dome comes into view overhead, and you both crash

painfully into something.

Centre of the Necropolis.

It is difficult to detect any features of the room, due to the powerful field of energy that is put

out by the Megalith of Doom, absorbing all but the darkest of colours and dominating everything else

in the room. The architecture of the room is designed to accommodate the Megalith of Doom with a

high dome that forms the entire ceiling. A circular series of steps descends three tiers down to the

indentation in the centre of the room where the Megalith stands. Four archways lead out of the room

to the other areas of the Necropolis, where candles and other illumination can barely be detected

through the powerful force of the Megalith. A black chest carved with crimson masks rests here, lid

propped open by an iron bar. Hanging here precariously is a chaotic chandelier of musical notes that

have been warped and battered. Rising up from cracks in the floor, the Megalith of Doom towers above

everything here, polluting the air with its foul fumes. The Keeper of the Megalith stands here

radiating a tainted presence. There are 53 wights here. Gibbering to itself, a ghoul looks about

itself here with a malevolent gleam in its eyes. Swirling eddies of chaotic ether dance around a

marble shrine to Morgfyre that holds a crystal model of the planispheres. There are 3 wights here.

The shrouded form of a wight floats ominously in the air here. The shrouded form of a wight floats

ominously in the air here. There are 2 grotesque ghasts here. There are 25 ur'Guard Grand Marshals

here. The shrouded form of a wight floats ominously in the air here. In the shape of an open palm, a

metallic sigil lies here. A faded macabre poster is hung crisply against a wall here, proudly

advertising for the Sanguine Ceremonial. A platinum stocking has been hung here. Rakkan, the Crowned

Jackal sits here, watching disdainfully. A huge archdemon looms here, surrounded by black mist. A

towering, pitch black stallion with downy white wings stands firm here. Nepenthe stands here,

growling softly to himself. He wields a chocolate mahogany viola of dulcet melodies in his left

hand. Warlady Kailanna n'Kylbar, Matriarch of Jackals stands here amid a teeming pool of viscid

carmine blood. She wields the Choir of Anguish in her left hand and a disciplinarian's long-handled

flaying whip in her right hand.

You see exits leading north, east, south, and west.

Alarmed shouts resound from the construction site as something falls off the tower, a second shape

following at great speed.

Kind Nepenthe says, "Iron ~beard~."

The darkness starts to withdraw from your vision but the air before you wavers as if distorted. The

ache in your skull is overwhelming, rendering the other pains irrelevant. The face of a malevolent

demon swims into focus overhead and then it is gone. Slowly the edges of your vision clear but some

distortion remains. An ominous thrum off to the side is suddenly there as sound returns and you

recognise the disruption as the Megalith of Doom. The domed roof of the Necropolis is recognisable

now and you realise you are lying on your back, splayed like a ragdoll.

You stumble and fall in your alcoholic haze.

You are afflicted with sprawled.

You fumble about drunkenly.

You stand up and stretch your arms out wide.

Nepenthe gives you a horrified gasp.

The ghost of a smile passes fleetingly across Kailanna's lips.

reply Skydiving!

You tell Awanydd Lief Myeras-Silvermoon, "Skydiving!"

You glance askance.

Voice muffled by his mask, you say, "Am Not!"

Lief tells you, "I would not advise such!"

Nepenthe peers about himself unscrupulously.

You tell Awanydd Lief Myeras-Silvermoon, "Too late. I havo a heaadache."

"Gaudi is dark as the Tar Pits, my friends have all rushed to their manses," sings Nepenthe, playing

bawdy notes upon a chocolate mahogany viola of dulcet melodies.

Kind Nepenthe says, "There you go."

You have emoted: Uzriel rubs his head.

You stumble and fall in your alcoholic haze.

You are afflicted with sprawled.

You fumble about drunkenly.

You stand up and stretch your arms out wide.

You stumble and fall in your alcoholic haze.

You are afflicted with sprawled.

You stand up and stretch your arms out wide.

Nepenthe looks up into the air for divine inspiration.

You fumble about drunkenly.

say Okay I'm going to go somewhere more still like Earth

You fumble about drunkenly.

Voice muffled by his mask, you say, "Okay s'm Going tl go somewhere moee stillll Like *hic* Earth."

You place your hands on the Megalith of Doom and find the link to the elemental plane. Pulsating

energy flares throughout your field of vision, and you find yourself tumbling through the aether

pathways.

The Cavern of Doom.

The walls of this enormous cavern pulsate like a breathing organ. Streaks of black oil run down the

silty clay of the cavern walls, and the ceiling is shrouded in a roiling cloud of tainted gasses.

Tunnels twist out from the cavern, disappearing around looping bends. The smell of corruption is

extremely rank, and the floor is covered in a muddy ash. Rising up from cracks in the floor, the

Megalith of Doom towers above everything here, polluting the air with its foul fumes. Elusive,

crazed angles and bizarre alien geometries comprise the seething shrine of monolithic, hieroglyph-

engraved spires that stands as testament to the mythic and terrible power of Lord Morgfyre. A

morbidly tainted grub slithers in the black soil here.

You see exits leading northeast, southeast, southwest, and northwest.

You stumble and fall in your alcoholic haze.

You are afflicted with sprawled.

You stand up and stretch your arms out wide.

You have cured sprawled.

You are afflicted with an unknown affliction.

You take a drink of lucidity slush from a stone vial veined in liquid metal.

You have cured paranoia.

You fumble about drunkenly.

You take a long drag off a steam-driven pipe.

You fumble about drunkenly.

You stumble and fall in your alcoholic haze.

You are afflicted with sprawled.

You stand up and stretch your arms out wide.

You have cured sprawled.

You tell Awanydd Lief Myeras-Silvermoon, "I washh doing shightseeeing but somebody rushed *hic* me

and it turned innto skydiving."

Uzriel

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Re: A Gift, Nothing More

Nothing delights me more than getting to read the player-side logs of these games of 5D Battlechess Maylea and Nocht are playing.

Mysrai

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Re: Gurashi Draws: An Autobiography

Duet confirmed greater villain than Kethuru?

Daraius

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Re: Gurashi Draws: An Autobiography

Daraius said:

Duet confirmed greater villain than Kethuru?

I present to you the visual example of a world-annihilating critical hit.

Gurashi

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Re: Gurashi Draws: An Autobiography

Final art of 2019. Worth it.
(again based on Sunday's log

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Image: https://us.v-cdn.net/5020142/uploads/editor/4r/89ahd8t9hplp.png

Image: https://us.v-cdn.net/5020142/uploads/editor/78/6f3m66dbsc5b.png

Have a safe and happy new year

see you in 2020~

Gurashi

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Re: QUOTES 8: THE QUOTING

Things you never thought you would hear.

Rajakumari Silvanos Lunarose, Herbal Connoisseur says, "Murder time."

Tsakali

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Re: Lack of Raves VI: Rave Today, Tweet Tomorrow

Eritheyl said:

Here is what you've done today:
Recognised by [redacted] - 5 credits

Alright, so I didn't know this was even a thing, much less that someone would be doing the thing because of a thing I did. Feeling pretty chipper, even if I can't really play the game much right now.

You can also type HOLIDAYCREDITS for the rest of them! (Though today is the last day I think...)

Recognizing is a really, really great addition to the game though, I really like it being added in... I agree that it's really a nice perk to see someone say thank you like that.

Xenthos

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A Gift, Nothing More

I always feel so #blessed when @Maylea interacts with me. She writes so, so beautifully.

In this log, Lief finally hands over the feather!

A Gift, Nothing More

Lief

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