"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."
While at the topic of @Maylea raves, raves for her and @Barrin for the conclusion of this fun little event. I had a lot of giggles at both @Barrin and me being entirely clueless and the scene with Master Quettle and the mirror will probably stick with me for a while ( sadly, my logging doesn't work right now, otherwise I'd post an event scroll ).
Also, I am highly amused by the amount of misconceptions Aeldra ( and I ) had through all of this. It was really fun for me, just wished I wouldn't have been oocly so sleepy, but hey
I would like to get in on this @Maylea raving. I was pretty frustrated with the Order for the last while and this morning I saw a letter in my inventory that I had missed receiving... I think I need that you got mail alert script I saw floating around here. Anyways, it was from @Maylea and it made all the difference in the world.
"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."
Got a kill from a meteor storm. Also 5-sphere meteors are more common than I thought, if you have the time to play RNG and get Papaxi to cancel out Sun.
"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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EveriineWise Old Swordsbird / BrontaurIndianapolis, IN, USA
I haven't even seen it, but I will ignorantly maintain that Kyair's and Ev's wedding roses are better. [-(
Everiine is a man, and is very manly. This MAN before you is so manly you might as well just gender bend right now, cause he's the manliest man that you ever did see. His manly shape has spurned many women and girlyer men to boughs of fainting. He stands before you in a manly manerific typical man-like outfit which is covered in his manly motto: "I am a man!"
Daraius said: You gotta risk it for the biscuit.
Pony power all the way, yo. The more Brontaurs the better.
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SylandraJoin Queue for Mafia GamesThe Last Mafia Game
I'll share mine if you'll share yours!
"amulet168769" a hand-carved cherrywood token amulet
A humble objet d'art, this hand-carved amulet consists of little more than a cherrywood token
suspended from a length of twine, elegant in its simplicity despite its coarse components. Etched in
bas relief upon its perfectly circular surface is a simple floral scene: a stately tulip and a
delicate iris, their stems crossed and entwined with a sprig of sunny freesias, the blossoms' every
curve and angle exemplary of a careful and caring hand. A subtly raised border surrounds this
tableau, adorned with nothing more than the wood's natural, sinuous grain. Though unvarnished and
unstained, it remains smooth to the touch, each edge painstakingly bevelled and sanded to a satiny
finish, and all traces of coarseness thoroughly abolished. It hangs unassumingly around the neck
from a cord of braided hemp twine.
It weighs 10 ounce(s).
It bears the distinctive mark of Lady Sylandra Shevat, the Winter Sonata.
"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."
We don't have the same exact one, they're compliments of each other.
This one is mine:
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a briar-entangled pendant of dusky silver and midnight beryl
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A mysterious pendant wrought of dusky silver and midnight beryl has been set aside, distributing the earthen fragrance of rain-drenched loam upon the breeze.
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Evocative of the serene, cirrus-spun skies of the descending twilight, an ornate pendant has been elegantly wrought of deep dusky silver, an intricate, moonlight-laced lattice of graceful spirals and fluid lineaments. Threaded upon a gossamer chain of the self-same silver, the pendant rests some centimetres below the hollow of the throat in glimmering, argenteous resplendence. The jewellery piece has been sculpted into a shape reminiscent of a falling raindrop, though where the base would tenderly curve, there is instead an inverted, tapering point, similar to a marquise-cut gem. The elaborate filigree foundation of the pendant burgeons with a veritable thicket of thorny briars; they entwine in rampant, twilight-lustred tangles, their sweeping curls brushed with misted nuances of dusky blue and black jade. Glossy and smooth in comparison to their labyrinthine, barbed environs, miniature clusters of wild blackberries are interspersed amidst the slender, lissome stems, each dark opal drupelet faintly iridescent with a subtle spectrum of muted nocturnal hues: atramentous sable, smoky pewter, cinereal grey, and shadowy azure. Clasped at the centre of the pendant is a captivating pear-cut beryl, the large, translucent gemstone imbued with the deep cerulean and silver-touched tonalities of the fathomless midnight skies; deep within, a diaphanous wisp of cloud essence billows, ever-changing, beholden to the capricious nature of its being. At times, the aerial skein swirls into the semblance of variegated cloud formations: tenuous cirrus, fleecy cumulus, towering castellanus, and portentous thunderheads aglow with hearts of lightning. The fragrant scents of rich, overturned earth and rain-drenched loam indelibly linger around the pendant, redolent of the untamed Wilde.
Zyphora's complementary one is:
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a wind wisp-wreathed pendant of auroral gold and indigo amethyst
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An intriguing pendant wrought of auroral gold and indigo amethyst has been set aside, distributing the airy fragrance of wind wisps upon the breeze.
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Evocative of the serene, cirrus-spun skies of the rising dawn, an ornate pendant has been elegantly wrought of deep auroral gold, an exquisite sunlight-laced lattice of graceful spirals and fluid lineaments. Threaded upon a gossamer chain of the self-same gold, the pendant rests some centimetres below the hollow of the throat in coruscating, aurulent resplendence. The jewellery piece has been sublimely sculpted into a shape reminiscent of a falling raindrop, though where the base would tenderly curve, there is instead an inverted, tapering point, redolent of a marquise-cut gem. The elaborate filigree foundation of the pendant burgeons with a veritable garden of lush springtide splendour; clusters of miniature, lace-like leaves flourish upon slender, lissome stems, cradling ethereal mother-of-pearl wind wisps at their centres. A faint iridescence gilds the fragile, nacreous petals, traversing an opalescent spectrum of pale dawn hues: roseate quartz, chiffon white, honeyed marigold, and halcyon lavender. Clasped at the centre of the pendant is an enchanting pear-cut amethyst, the large, translucent gemstone imbued with the deep indigo and sapphirine tonalities of the empyreal dusk skies; deep within, a diaphanous skein of silvery essence billows in lithesome arabesques, ever-changing, beholden to the capricious nature of its being. At times, the argent wisp swirls into the semblance of the moon as it perpetually grows and diminishes with the inevitable passage of time: at first a minute sliver of pale light, gradually waxing into a crescent, and finally blossoming into a gently luminous full moon. In the moments before it wanes once more, the jewel exudes a soft, glimmering radiance, limned with transient, scattered sprays of subdued eventide hues. The faint, ambrosial fragrance of wind wisps indelibly lingers around the pendant, floral, airy, and delicate.
My whip! Much better than some stupid godbotherer whip. And it lets me use my proper Department's tool instead of the scalpel, which is nice.
You are wielding:
resonator141952 : a jade temporal resonator in your left hand.
whip190190 : a razor-bright whip of temporal equations in your right hand.
Scintillating lines of essence-traced equations shift and contort in the air, their mathematical
procession describing both the curve of this whip's cutting blade and the inscrutable currents of
time. Their light is diamond-bright and almost painful to observe too closely, and where they cross
paths they glitter prismatically, momentarily sending splintered rainbow hues dancing through the
air. At the base of the whip, the equations twine around a cylindrical grip of polished crystal, its
surface ever so slightly fluted to prevent slippage. Within the core of the crystal, the pale
sapphire glow of a miniature logic crystal blinks thoughtfully, monitoring the stately parade of
temporal equations to ensure its integrity and continued usefulness as a destructive device.
It weighs about 14 pounds.
It bears the distinctive mark of Professor Ileein Shevat, White Omen.
It has the following aliases: whip, divinus.
That's great, except for that one mistake.
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.
I'm 15 million essence away from my goal of a second tradeskill power. Well, 20 so I don't lose demi but you know, it's so close!
Avurekhos says, "Dylara's a PvP menace in my eyes, totes rekting face."
The eye of Dylara materialises in your hands and flings itself around your neck, tightening incomprehensibly until it is irremovable. Perfectly clean, this eyeball has been wrenched from the socket of Dylara. It has been animated by some unusual force, constantly looking around itself as if in shock or fear. It is bathed in a light covering of white flames that roll endlessly over its surface. A single chain of empyreal metal pierces either side of the eye, allowing it to be worn around the neck.
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Estarra the Eternal says, "Give Shevat the floor please."
Estarra the Eternal says, "Give Shevat the floor please."
Also, I am highly amused by the amount of misconceptions Aeldra ( and I ) had through all of this. It was really fun for me, just wished I wouldn't have been oocly so sleepy, but hey
Pfft Cord.. I have been swapping specs since I left the portal with no Cord. :P
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Evocative of the serene, cirrus-spun skies of the rising dawn, an ornate pendant has been elegantly wrought of deep auroral gold, an exquisite sunlight-laced lattice of graceful spirals and fluid lineaments. Threaded upon a gossamer chain of the self-same gold, the pendant rests some centimetres below the hollow of the throat in coruscating, aurulent resplendence. The jewellery piece has been sublimely sculpted into a shape reminiscent of a falling raindrop, though where the base would tenderly curve, there is instead an inverted, tapering point, redolent of a marquise-cut gem. The elaborate filigree foundation of the pendant burgeons with a veritable garden of lush springtide splendour; clusters of miniature, lace-like leaves flourish upon slender, lissome stems, cradling ethereal mother-of-pearl wind wisps at their centres. A faint iridescence gilds the fragile, nacreous petals, traversing an opalescent spectrum of pale dawn hues: roseate quartz, chiffon white, honeyed marigold, and halcyon lavender. Clasped at the centre of the pendant is an enchanting pear-cut amethyst, the large, translucent gemstone imbued with the deep indigo and sapphirine tonalities of the empyreal dusk skies; deep within, a diaphanous skein of silvery essence billows in lithesome arabesques, ever-changing, beholden to the capricious nature of its being. At times, the argent wisp swirls into the semblance of the moon as it perpetually grows and diminishes with the inevitable passage of time: at first a minute sliver of pale light, gradually waxing into a crescent, and finally blossoming into a gently luminous full moon. In the moments before it wanes once more, the jewel exudes a soft, glimmering radiance, limned with transient, scattered sprays of subdued eventide hues. The faint, ambrosial fragrance of wind wisps indelibly lingers around the pendant, floral, airy, and delicate.
You pay 1,500 bound credits and receive Pliers of Clangorum.
I still think it is a ridiculously stupid pricetag for them.
Ixion tells you, "// I don't think anyone else had a clue, amazing form."
Aww yiss.
The eye of Dylara materialises in your hands and flings itself around your neck, tightening incomprehensibly until it is irremovable.
Perfectly clean, this eyeball has been wrenched from the socket of Dylara. It has been animated by some unusual force, constantly looking around itself as if in shock or fear. It is bathed in a light covering of white flames that roll endlessly over its surface. A single chain of empyreal metal pierces either side of the eye, allowing it to be worn around the neck.