This Magnagoran ball is AMAZING. There is so much intrigue and subtlety lurking beneath all of the beautiful dancing and fun conversations. It's like I'm watching Game of Thrones I've never seen group RP be this stellar. So glad I got to come!!!
Fun fact: Pectus likes men currently. Vatul and her just love to annoy Gavriel. You should have seeeenn the tell emotes we shared!
I actually was like "Nooooo" at my computer when Gavriel and Zitto left the room. Their back-and-forth was so engaging and I wanted to see what happened next!
Seriously. Thank you all of @Magnagoraand these people who came to the ball. Sorry I had to leave early! But I mean.. Three hours of RP is pretty good. Especially with @Gavriel wanting to murder Pectus in the middle of it.
Raves to theseeee people and any I missed. Plus the gods (I think Thax? Maybe Morgfyre? For sure Drocilla) who made it better. Especially drunk Jinlu. Even @Talan trying to get all mysraian up on @Ixion was pretty darn cool. Dzaa bby
The ball was loads of fun, thanks for all the work you put into it! I may have also spent waaaaaaaaay to much time playing in the snow yesterday. All the snowmen!
@Breandryn you are adorable and I really enjoyed rping with you, @Talan may be handsy but she is considerate (and who can blame her for wanting to touch @Ixion? ) and @Iosen is the bestest step-Grandson a younger-than-he-is-trophy-wife could ever have. I've been getting so much lovely RP lately (@Elarin is such a good sport, @Ixion is my fave adorkable husband and @Aramel is like, my spirit animal) so raves for everyone who humours me and gives me interaction!
The ball was loads of fun, thanks for all the work you put into it! I may have also spent waaaaaaaaay to much time playing in the snow yesterday. All the snowmen!
@Breandryn you are adorable and I really enjoyed rping with you, @Talan may be handsy but she is considerate (and who can blame her for wanting to touch @Ixion? ) and @Iosen is the bestest step-Grandson a younger-than-he-is-trophy-wife could ever have. I've been getting so much lovely RP lately (@Elarin is such a good sport, @Ixion is my fave adorkable husband and @Aramel is like, my spirit animal) so raves for everyone who humours me and gives me interaction!
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!"
Eyebrows rising, Seer Pachima Mologmomo says, "Oh my, the cloud is shaped like a... oh, right! I think you should beware the web of the widow, for she spins it just for you."
Eyebrows rising, Seer Pachima Mologmomo says, "Oh my, the cloud is shaped like a... oh, right! I think the darkness holds much potential for you, if you can avoid the light."
How fitting! I can definitely use the second fortune for Siam's current sickness.
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!"
The fortunes were creepily spot-on for myself and Xypher, down to some words and images that have become motifs in our RP. I got shivers RL lol. Doooooom.
@Druken lets his gaze fall upon @Tacita and tilts his head.
Quietly, Druken Shee-Slaugh says to Tacita, "Tidings, my daughter."
Tacita's face changes from curious to astonished in a moment, and her wings stumble briefly in their flutter to keep her aloft. Very quietly, she says, "...Papa?"
The corners of his lips twisting into a shadow of a smile, Druken Shee-Slaugh says to Tacita, "It warms me to see you again, child."
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!"
Only just now I had the chance to visit this little spooky house on the stairs of death. Oh my this is all so cuuuuuute. And the costumes and everything. It's really sweet! whoever did that, just another great project. And the little ghost, it's -really- sweet
Eyebrows rising, Seer Pachima Mologmomo says, "Oh my, the cloud is shaped like a... oh, right! I think you should beware the web of the widow, for she spins it just for you."
No man is a tree, Entire in itself. Each is a piece of the forest, A part of the main. If a branch be burned away by fire, The Glomdoring is the less. As well as if the Ravenwood were. As well as if the tower of thine own Or of thine friend's were. Each crows's death diminishes me, For I am involved in the Wyrd. Therefore, send not to know For whom the spider spins. For it spins for thee.
You have emoted: Siam plucks an obsidian rose from his wreath and tucks it in your ear, "Wear that with pride that does not blind you and with all the weight of duty."
She is a nimble shadowcaster faeling titan and her skin is bright and pale, appearing almost luminescent in the right light. Her large, smoldering red eyes stand out starkly on her pale face, framed by thick lashes and long, thin brows. Her shoulder-length hair has been worked into eight tight french braids, each one bearing a silver bauble at the end. Over her left ear, an obsidian rose has been affixed to a braid. She has a tiny, pointed nose that turns slightly up at the end. The very tips of two sharpened top teeth stick out over the thin, almost blue line of her lower lip. Under her skin of her long neck the faint outline of a large vein an just been seen as a shadow against the pale flesh, leading down to her prominent collarbone. Her form is thin and slender, her limbs small and delicate looking. At the end of her tiny hands her fingernails have been filed to points. Her bat-like wings are a shadowy black. Against a bright enough light, the veins of her wings are visable, like spiderwebs under the wings. She is wearing a wasp ring of honed cruelty, a black and gold brocade scarf, a spider ring of subtle manipulation, a thorny ring of onyx and twisted silver, 2 beetle rings of clever ingenuity, a bat ring of insidious shadows, an earthy brown fullplate suit, a circlet of the Shee-Slaugh house, a clover-etched bloodstone brooch, a shadow-black backpack, a bracelet, a cloak of crow feathers, a long dark coat, seductive boots of sheer black lace, elbow-length black lace gloves and a silver torc.
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!"
@Druken lets his gaze fall upon @Tacita and tilts his head.
Quietly, Druken Shee-Slaugh says to Tacita, "Tidings, my daughter."
Tacita's face changes from curious to astonished in a moment, and her wings stumble briefly in their flutter to keep her aloft. Very quietly, she says, "...Papa?"
The corners of his lips twisting into a shadow of a smile, Druken Shee-Slaugh says to Tacita, "It warms me to see you again, child."
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Raves to theseeee people and any I missed. Plus the gods (I think Thax? Maybe Morgfyre? For sure Drocilla) who made it better. Especially drunk Jinlu. Even @Talan trying to get all mysraian up on @Ixion was pretty darn cool. Dzaa bby
@Breandryn you are adorable and I really enjoyed rping with you, @Talan may be handsy but she is considerate (and who can blame her for wanting to touch @Ixion?
Social Lusternia is the best.
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I love how some updates are phrased:
o I have covered the world with ghost-snaring goop, reducing their movement speed significantly.
EDIT: To clarify, I the player think it's awesome.
Estarra the Eternal says, "Give Shevat the floor please."
Don't suppose anyone else logged the exchange?
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Raves for returning Glommies like @Iorwen and @Zilias!
Karlach might want to carve out his entrails and roast them, but I just want to pat him on the head with a "You're trying kid... you're very trying."
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!
Eyebrows rising, Seer Pachima Mologmomo says, "Oh my, the cloud is shaped like a... oh, right! I think you should beware the web of the widow, for she spins it just for you."
Eyebrows rising, Seer Pachima Mologmomo says, "Oh my, the cloud is shaped like a... oh, right! I think the darkness holds much potential for you, if you can avoid the light."
How fitting! I can definitely use the second fortune for Siam's current sickness.
@Druken lets his gaze fall upon @Tacita and tilts his head.
Quietly, Druken Shee-Slaugh says to Tacita, "Tidings, my daughter."
Tacita's face changes from curious to astonished in a moment, and her wings stumble briefly in their flutter to keep her aloft. Very quietly, she says, "...Papa?"
The corners of his lips twisting into a shadow of a smile, Druken Shee-Slaugh says to Tacita, "It warms me to see you again, child."
Ixion tells you, "// I don't think anyone else had a clue, amazing form."
Entire in itself.
Each is a piece of the forest,
A part of the main.
If a branch be burned away by fire,
The Glomdoring is the less.
As well as if the Ravenwood were.
As well as if the tower of thine own
Or of thine friend's were.
Each crows's death diminishes me,
For I am involved in the Wyrd.
Therefore, send not to know
For whom the spider spins.
For it spins for thee.
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Raves for @Lysistrata and our arghpee.
You have emoted: Siam plucks an obsidian rose from his wreath and tucks it in your ear, "Wear that with pride that does not blind you and with all the weight of duty."
She is a nimble shadowcaster faeling titan and her skin is bright and pale, appearing almost luminescent in the right light. Her large, smoldering red eyes stand out starkly on her pale face, framed by thick lashes and long, thin brows. Her shoulder-length hair has been worked into eight tight french braids, each one bearing a silver bauble at the end. Over her left ear, an obsidian rose has been affixed to a braid. She has a tiny, pointed nose that turns slightly up at the end. The very tips of two sharpened top teeth stick out over the thin, almost blue line of her lower lip. Under her skin of her long neck the faint outline of a large vein an just been seen as a shadow against the pale flesh, leading down to her prominent collarbone. Her form is thin and slender, her limbs small and delicate looking. At the end of her tiny hands her fingernails have been filed to points. Her bat-like wings are a shadowy black. Against a bright enough light, the veins of her wings are visable, like spiderwebs under the wings. She is wearing a wasp ring of honed cruelty, a black and gold brocade scarf, a spider ring of subtle manipulation, a thorny ring of onyx and twisted silver, 2 beetle rings of clever ingenuity, a bat ring of insidious shadows, an earthy brown fullplate suit, a circlet of the Shee-Slaugh house, a clover-etched bloodstone brooch, a shadow-black backpack, a bracelet, a cloak of crow feathers, a long dark coat, seductive boots of sheer black lace, elbow-length black lace gloves and a silver torc.