I've been sparring for literal hours straight and only just now realized one of my forms is broken on its third action at 5mo. It's been that way all night. Possibly longer.
A small furrikin, no taller than a few inches in height, fights his way out of Breandryn's pocket. He squeaks in triumph, finally atop her shoulder, and raises a miniature sword. How regal he looks!
Breandryn pat's Buran, the Furrikin Defender, in a friendly manner.
With a huff of fatique, Buran sheathes his sword and scurries down Breandryn's body. He curls his little body into her pocket, his just head peeking out at he world.
Leaves and petals stir within your crown, tumbling down from within it gently. As more fall they begin to dance together, flowing away from you, until they form Enfys's vague shape.
You say, "Climb up, Enfys."
With a gentle nod, Enfys steps towards you, their form dissolving into individual leaves and petals that float up gently to dance within your crown.
Are we still posting fortunes? Cuz I feel especially trolled by this one.
With a sigh, Seer Pachima Mologmomo exclaims, "It's not terrible, but it doesn't look good. Looks like itchy feeling you have been feeling for a while now is fleas. Sorry!"
Are we still posting fortunes? Cuz I feel especially trolled by this one.
With a sigh, Seer Pachima Mologmomo exclaims, "It's not terrible, but it doesn't look good. Looks like itchy feeling you have been feeling for a while now is fleas. Sorry!"
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.
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"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."
Eph applications are open but I shall resist this temptation for my faith and love for the Momma @Viravain is boundless like so:
The Viramother is my Mistress; I shall not want. She bids me watch Her Wyrden pastures. She leads beside roseine waters. She restores my soul. She leads me in paths of Perfection for Glomdoring's sake.
Even though I walk through the valley of Ephemeral temptation, I will fear no evil, for She is with me; Her shade and Her scythe, they comfort me.
I prepare a table before Her laden with severed heads of Her enemies; She crowneth my brow with roses; my cup overflows. Surely perfection and mercilessness shall precede me all the nights of my life, and I shall dwell in the Bower of the Mistress forever.
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!"
#bringShikariback
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"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."
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!"
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.
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!"
everybody gets their newb day someday... today, aeldra: fighting druids without cleanse... (my enchantment decayed and I didn't care because I was healer at that time)
everybody gets their newb day someday... today, aeldra: fighting druids without cleanse... (my enchantment decayed and I didn't care because I was healer at that time)
I was wondering why you weren't curing that. Kept waiting... and waiting... and waiting.
If it makes you feel better I kept trying to realitycheck a Hartstone meld yesterday. Just could not figure out why I couldn't break!
The Divine voice of Ianir the Anomaly echoes in your head, "You are a ray of sunshine in a sea of
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Ahhhh...
I'm the greatest at this.
A small furrikin, no taller than a few inches in height, fights his way out of Breandryn's pocket. He squeaks in triumph, finally atop her shoulder, and raises a miniature sword. How regal he looks!
Breandryn pat's Buran, the Furrikin Defender, in a friendly manner.
With a huff of fatique, Buran sheathes his sword and scurries down Breandryn's body. He curls his little body into her pocket, his just head peeking out at he world.
as an example, this is my dweller.
You drop Enfys.
Leaves and petals stir within your crown, tumbling down from within it gently. As more fall they begin to dance together, flowing away from you, until they form Enfys's vague shape.
You say, "Climb up, Enfys."
With a gentle nod, Enfys steps towards you, their form dissolving into individual leaves and petals that float up gently to dance within your crown.
It's best if you imagine him grumbling the entire time
Estarra the Eternal says, "Give Shevat the floor please."
Estarra the Eternal says, "Give Shevat the floor please."
Vive l'apostrophe!
The Viramother is my Mistress; I shall not want.
She bids me watch Her Wyrden pastures.
She leads beside roseine waters.
She restores my soul.
She leads me in paths of Perfection
for Glomdoring's sake.
Even though I walk through the valley of Ephemeral temptation,
I will fear no evil,
for She is with me;
Her shade and Her scythe,
they comfort me.
I prepare a table before Her
laden with severed heads of Her enemies;
She crowneth my brow with roses;
my cup overflows.
Surely perfection and mercilessness shall precede me
all the nights of my life,
and I shall dwell in the Bower of the Mistress
forever.
they comfort me.
Uh. I don't think She's using them right.
If it makes you feel better I kept trying to realitycheck a Hartstone meld yesterday. Just could not figure out why I couldn't break!
What do you wish to point?
At least I have soap for myself.