I've finally decided to create a Wyrdenwood desc for Siam but I'm not sure how to approach this...design problem!
Viravain, Lady of the Thorns shouts, "And You would seize Me? Fool! I am the Glomdoring! I am the Wyrd, and beneath the cloak of Night, the shadows of the Silent stir!"
I definitely had 37 in hand when I did ii essence. Then I picked up more, and still had 37. I checked it once right before I picked up one to make sure.
I'd say it's a bug, but it's not supposed to have moe than 37, so it's more a feature?
If you've already gotten all the air essence, it won't create more. So either one of them reset right between when you checked and when you got a new one or it just grabbed it out of your inventory and put it back in. In any case, it is working as intended.
Motion to designate Pyrodome corridor as a safe space, where physical contact beyond a highfive or casual fistbump is only permitted for reasons of violence.
It's Gaudy, it would be weird if there was not some awkward PDA at the Nexus now and then. Within reasonable limits, though. Should not be pulling a Maylea-fulcrux incident in public... or anything really rated over pg13.
Disclaimer: I have no idea what the incident in question is, but the way you are presenting it makes it sound R/X-- beyond what is reasonable.
Viravain, Lady of the Thorns shouts, "And You would seize Me? Fool! I am the Glomdoring! I am the Wyrd, and beneath the cloak of Night, the shadows of the Silent stir!"
What I snog Rancoura respectfully all the time. That's how you snog, right?
Viravain, Lady of the Thorns shouts, "And You would seize Me? Fool! I am the Glomdoring! I am the Wyrd, and beneath the cloak of Night, the shadows of the Silent stir!"
Viravain, Lady of the Thorns shouts, "And You would seize Me? Fool! I am the Glomdoring! I am the Wyrd, and beneath the cloak of Night, the shadows of the Silent stir!"
Viravain, Lady of the Thorns shouts, "And You would seize Me? Fool! I am the Glomdoring! I am the Wyrd, and beneath the cloak of Night, the shadows of the Silent stir!"
Argh, somehow it is almost October soon and I am not ready for it. Procrastination, thou art like a poisonous flower or a femme fatale: seductive and beautiful, yet really, really terrible for my productivity and peace of mind.
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Water = 16 leeches, 20 starsuckers (or was it vice versa?)
Earth = 16 grubs, 20 gargoyles approx
Air = 16 stalkers, 10 carrion, 10 stormsucker
Fire = 16 mantis, 10 hog, 10 crabs
Vive l'apostrophe!
Vive l'apostrophe!
Disclaimer: I have no idea what the incident in question is, but the way you are presenting it makes it sound R/X-- beyond what is reasonable.
Vive l'apostrophe!
Vive l'apostrophe!
Tonight amidst the mountaintops
And endless starless night
Singing how the wind was lost
Before an earthly flight
Tonight amidst the mountaintops
And endless starless night
Singing how the wind was lost
Before an earthly flight
A productive return, see you all in two more years.
The divine voice of Avechna, the Avenger reverberates powerfully, "Congratulations, Morkarion, you are the Bringer of Death indeed."
You see Estarra the Eternal shout, "Morkarion is no more! Mourn the mortal! But welcome True Ascendant Karlach, of the Realm of Death!
Or a Moriya shrine conspiracy.
Tonight amidst the mountaintops
And endless starless night
Singing how the wind was lost
Before an earthly flight
Age: forever 28 / Sex: female / Location: where the Fates can't reach