Message #10528 sent by (system) (received: 2016/07/27 01:57:04) Your design #24680 of a wyrden potato was approved.
@Kraw's shenanigans, I think! It made me giggle after logging in.
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!"
Raves for @Drocilla's return and for getting my customised jakari ^-^
Well, let's see it!
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.
The Kiss of the Enchantress lies discarded in a corner, amethyst fog swirling seductively around it.
The links of this jakari chain have been painstakingly carved from pieces of flawless amethyst; each link has been enchanted to generate a deep amethyst-hued fog. Numerous barbs have been fused to each link, fashioned to look like a rose thorn, the tip of each barb being sharp enough to strip skin and rend flesh from bone. Weighing down one end of the chain, pieces of ruby and amethyst have been carved and fitted together in the shape of a roaring flame; each facet catches the light and refracts it within, to make the flame seem to hold a life of its own. The other end is weighted with a large piece of onyx that has been worked into the form of a nightingale darker than midnight itself, two sapphires set into the head give the bird an unnervingly piercing gaze.
when wielded: As you wield Kiss of the Enchantress in your hands, tendrils of amethyst fog creep forth from the chain as if having a life of their own, spreading over your body. The fog continues to spread like a blanket, until it finally leaves you enclosed within a comforting shroud, giving a feeling like the Enchantress Herself were standing right behind you.
Kiss of the Enchantress hisses eerily, "Let them fear, and despair."
Anti-raves for @Falmiis, who has sucked me into the terrible vortex that is credit-spending on artifacts. >:I
He's just passing it on because I am an evil influence and encourage his spending. Unfortunately the RNG gods have not blessed him as they have me. :>
Wildeflower Aramel Strongleaf says to Xiran, "My cousin's attitude to life is rather like her attitude towards cake - to have everything, and at once, and lots of it."
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SylandraJoin Queue for Mafia GamesThe Last Mafia Game
"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."
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.
TA is for newbs who haven't proven to their orgs that they're worth investing VA into.
Shush you, I need to make more confusion whenever Dynara is brought up.
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.
TA is for newbs who haven't proven to their orgs that they're worth investing VA into.
Shush you, I need to make more confusion whenever Dynara is brought up.
Double shush, rudey face. TA is a good opportunity to be an investment for multiple orgs.
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.
TA is for people in the south, or northerners who want to move south but make north work their asses off before the person moves.
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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SylandraJoin Queue for Mafia GamesThe Last Mafia Game
"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."
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.
TA is for newbs who haven't proven to their orgs that they're worth investing VA into.
Shush you, I need to make more confusion whenever Dynara is brought up.
Double shush, rudey face. TA is a good opportunity to be an investment for multiple orgs.
(psst he was making a self-deprecating joke)
(sorry, I take things to literally)
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.
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Ixion tells you, "// I don't think anyone else had a clue, amazing form."
Message #10528 sent by (system) (received: 2016/07/27 01:57:04)
Your design #24680 of a wyrden potato was approved.
@Kraw's shenanigans, I think! It made me giggle after logging in.
Ixion tells you, "// I don't think anyone else had a clue, amazing form."
The links of this jakari chain have been painstakingly carved from pieces of flawless amethyst; each link has been enchanted to generate a deep amethyst-hued fog. Numerous barbs have been fused to each link, fashioned to look like a rose thorn, the tip of each barb being sharp enough to strip skin and rend flesh from bone. Weighing down one end of the chain, pieces of ruby and amethyst have been carved and fitted together in the shape of a roaring flame; each facet catches the light and refracts it within, to make the flame seem to hold a life of its own. The other end is weighted with a large piece of onyx that has been worked into the form of a nightingale darker than midnight itself, two sapphires set into the head give the bird an unnervingly piercing gaze.
when wielded:
As you wield Kiss of the Enchantress in your hands, tendrils of amethyst fog creep forth from the
chain as if having a life of their own, spreading over your body. The fog continues to spread like a
blanket, until it finally leaves you enclosed within a comforting shroud, giving a feeling like the
Enchantress Herself were standing right behind you.
Anti-raves for @Falmiis, who has sucked me into the terrible vortex that is credit-spending on artifacts. >:I
Salomdarin 4 TA 2017.
== Professional Girl Gamer ==
Yes I play games
Yes I'm a girl
get over it
Ixion tells you, "// I don't think anyone else had a clue, amazing form."
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.
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.
Tonight amidst the mountaintops
And endless starless night
Singing how the wind was lost
Before an earthly flight
(I'm not really serious)
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.