The apple is cold, crisp, and sour as the juices fill your mouth. As you consume the fruit, you glimpse, for a moment, a massive, shadowy figure, Her snow-white hair framing a perfect, icy-eyed visage. Beneath you, a vast, perfect web of silken strands lies - and, for a moment, you realize that you too are part of it, weaver and strand both - and home.
Go team druid defending EtherGlom from mean old Avurekhos, Twytch, Ciaran and Demartel!
Fear our sticky wrath!
So sappy.
So thick you can turn it into syrup.
The apple is cold, crisp, and sour as the juices fill your mouth. As you consume the fruit, you glimpse, for a moment, a massive, shadowy figure, Her snow-white hair framing a perfect, icy-eyed visage. Beneath you, a vast, perfect web of silken strands lies - and, for a moment, you realize that you too are part of it, weaver and strand both - and home.
On another note, raves for the @Oneiroi for helping us get back on track with Glomfactions!
The apple is cold, crisp, and sour as the juices fill your mouth. As you consume the fruit, you glimpse, for a moment, a massive, shadowy figure, Her snow-white hair framing a perfect, icy-eyed visage. Beneath you, a vast, perfect web of silken strands lies - and, for a moment, you realize that you too are part of it, weaver and strand both - and home.
Gonna be honest, I logged in saw @Ialie on prime and had to stop myself from squeeing a little bit irl.
Also this
A gust of wind sends the Tree of Autumn's End twisting and turning, causing the gaping maws etched into the faces of the dead to open and close, as if they were trying to speak their last words over and over.
Gonna be honest, I logged in saw @Ialie on prime and had to stop myself from squeeing a little bit irl.
Also this
A gust of wind sends the Tree of Autumn's End twisting and turning, causing the gaping maws etched into the faces of the dead to open and close, as if they were trying to speak their last words over and over.
Is there a log? What is this from?!
The apple is cold, crisp, and sour as the juices fill your mouth. As you consume the fruit, you glimpse, for a moment, a massive, shadowy figure, Her snow-white hair framing a perfect, icy-eyed visage. Beneath you, a vast, perfect web of silken strands lies - and, for a moment, you realize that you too are part of it, weaver and strand both - and home.
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.
Apparently I was spiking to many heads at the Nexus and people were complaining (Note this is my version of events) so @Lisaera in her wisdom made this epic tree for us. It is a pretty awesome tree, but there are still some who complain about even it. I think it shows off the fact that Serenwilde can be dark and a bit macabre at times.
========================= Its every whorl and knot shimmering with an ethereal silver light, this tree grows tall and narrow, its canopy reaching haphazardly into the sky. Every leaf is different, allowing this otherworldly flora to flout the patterns of natural growth: willow fronds, moonhart leaves, pine needles, and mistletoe vines combine in beautiful displays of fae-like magic, coming together as stretched and distorted faces of fallen heroes. The tree grows grey and black in certain places, as well-- shadows flicker across the surface of the bark, drawing attention to the broken and mangled visages of those who would incur the wrath of nature. Their eyes a mess of rot and their lips twisted into howls of agony, the Tree of Autumn's End bears the faces of the misguided few as a testament to the might of Serenwilde: Veldrin, Cyndarin, Dahlla, Silvanus, Sabella. It weighs about 1000 pounds. A slender tree displaying the faces of the dead is holding: =========================
You put the decapitated head of Ceros into a slender tree displaying the faces of the dead.
The Tree of Autumn's End flashes brilliantly and exhales, sending a chill winter's breeze across the area. New faces appear in its whorls and knots, and the tree's roots dig deeper into the soil. =========================
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.
When I transcended arts, I thought I was wasting credits on a whim. After a few months in @maylea's order and the amount of paintings I produced for order tasks because it apparently is something I love doing, I come to the conclusion that it was not wasted as I get a lot of fun out of it :-)
Yes, this stupidest of all stupid plays is finally finished being written! It may absolutely be a sappy, crappy, mushy, sentimental, shallow, lowbrow, inane, fatuous, interminably long piece of rom-com awfulness that will no doubt bore its viewers to tears and then put them to sleep, but yes at least I am done writing it! Woo!
Yes, this stupidest of all stupid plays is finally finished being written! It may absolutely be a sappy, crappy, mushy, sentimental, shallow, lowbrow, inane, fatuous, interminably long piece of rom-com awfulness that will no doubt bore its viewers to tears and then put them to sleep, but yes at least I am done writing it! Woo!
"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."
A disabled Lirangsha elder sighs dramatically and searches his pockets, looking for something to
give you.
He gives many golden sovereigns to you.
Your soul cries out in ecstasy as it reaches new heights of power. You have advanced to level 100.
You have reached the illustrious level of Demigod.
You have received 25 Bound Credits!
You feel your innermost energies growing to extreme proportions as a darkness takes over your senses.
When your senses return, you find yourself in a different location and there is a strange feeling
within you.
FINALLY >_<
Last 40% took around 6 hours with a 705% experience boost. (200% ikon, 300% from achievements, 100% from lips, 100% from goldentonics, 25% from waxlips and 80% from silver cookies)
Kiss of the Enchantress hisses eerily, "Let them fear, and despair."
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So sappy.
#newbiemistakes
Ixion tells you, "// I don't think anyone else had a clue, amazing form."
Also this
A gust of wind sends the Tree of Autumn's End twisting and turning, causing the gaping maws etched into the faces of the dead to open and close, as if they were trying to speak their last words over and over.
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.
=========================
Its every whorl and knot shimmering with an ethereal silver light, this tree grows tall and narrow, its canopy
reaching haphazardly into the sky. Every leaf is different, allowing this otherworldly flora to flout the patterns
of natural growth: willow fronds, moonhart leaves, pine needles, and mistletoe vines combine in beautiful displays
of fae-like magic, coming together as stretched and distorted faces of fallen heroes. The tree grows grey and black
in certain places, as well-- shadows flicker across the surface of the bark, drawing attention to the broken and
mangled visages of those who would incur the wrath of nature. Their eyes a mess of rot and their lips twisted into
howls of agony, the Tree of Autumn's End bears the faces of the misguided few as a testament to the might of
Serenwilde: Veldrin, Cyndarin, Dahlla, Silvanus, Sabella.
It weighs about 1000 pounds.
A slender tree displaying the faces of the dead is holding:
=========================
You put the decapitated head of Ceros into a slender tree displaying the faces of the dead.
The Tree of Autumn's End flashes brilliantly and exhales, sending a chill winter's breeze across the area. New
faces appear in its whorls and knots, and the tree's roots dig deeper into the soil.
=========================
Estarra the Eternal says, "Give Shevat the floor please."
I for one am pretty excite about this.