@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."
I'm always the last to see people.
(Actually, you were the first person I talked to when I made Sylandra active again!)
"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."
Gaudiguch in general has been super fun to be a part of. I'm having so much fun!
Special thanks to @Steingrim for all the tutorials/being my target dummy, @Shuyin, @Danquik and @Synkarin for being so helpful with all my questions, @Talan for dropping me right into the middle of culture action, and of course @Xypher for being amazing.
@Shango gets an honorable mention for explaining the birds and bees.
You form 800 aethergoop into a sombre vial of thorns veiled in shadow (#248723).
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.
Discerning the desires of a female igasho, you press her to acknowledge that only in Hallifax will she find accord with her many needs. A female igasho slaps her knee and declares that, by the gods, the Village of Rikenfriez should follow the Grand Dominion of Hallifax after all! Shouts rise up from the Village of Rikenfriez, as its denizens loudly pledge themselves to the Grand Dominion of Hallifax.
Everyone is a genius. But if you judge a fish on its ability to climb a tree, it will live its whole life believing that it is stupid.
@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."
I'm always the last to see people.
(Actually, you were the first person I talked to when I made Sylandra active again!)
I shall slowly but surely flood the Wyrd with Nightsweats.
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!"
But in the small chance that you find this... Being a newbie in Lusternia wouldn't have been the same without you and thanks for having put up with all my antics... and Windwhisper won't be the same. Good luck wherever you've gone
One or more of your bugs have been updated. Take a look at LISTBUGS.
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And I got 3 more bug updates while logged on. Thank you!
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!"
I know it's caused drama everywhere but I'm genuinely happy to be back in Magnagora. Glom has been amazing but unless I was willing to cut the tie to Morg (nope, sorry) I was never going to properly fit in. Everyone there has been the best to play with, so friendly and helpful and supportive even so and I'm very thankful for it. But Magnagora is home, and maybe, just maaaaaaybe now Morgfyre will consider thinking about perhaps maybe forgiving me a little. Maybe. Hopefully.
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I know it's caused drama everywhere but I'm genuinely happy to be back in Magnagora. Glom has been amazing but unless I was willing to cut the tie to Morg (nope, sorry) I was never going to properly fit in. Everyone there has been the best to play with, so friendly and helpful and supportive even so and I'm very thankful for it. But Magnagora is home, and maybe, just maaaaaaybe now Morgfyre will consider thinking about perhaps maybe forgiving me a little. Maybe. Hopefully.
Never let another person's inability to filter and process their own feelings stop you from living your best life.
"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."
I find it silly that people would hold it against you and treat you poorly for it. I never saw it or heard of it, but that doesn't say it didn't exist. Glad you're feeling better, because that's what matters.
I know it's caused drama everywhere but I'm genuinely happy to be back in Magnagora. Glom has been amazing but unless I was willing to cut the tie to Morg (nope, sorry) I was never going to properly fit in. Everyone there has been the best to play with, so friendly and helpful and supportive even so and I'm very thankful for it. But Magnagora is home, and maybe, just maaaaaaybe now Morgfyre will consider thinking about perhaps maybe forgiving me a little. Maybe. Hopefully.
Never let another person's inability to filter and process their own feelings stop you from living your best life.
Is that what we say to serial killers now?
EDIT: I'm glad Lavinya is back in Mag, it's all coming back together now. Being torn between Divine and city/commune isn't a really fun deal for the God, the player, and the player's city/communemates.
I know it's caused drama everywhere but I'm genuinely happy to be back in Magnagora. Glom has been amazing but unless I was willing to cut the tie to Morg (nope, sorry) I was never going to properly fit in. Everyone there has been the best to play with, so friendly and helpful and supportive even so and I'm very thankful for it. But Magnagora is home, and maybe, just maaaaaaybe now Morgfyre will consider thinking about perhaps maybe forgiving me a little. Maybe. Hopefully.
Nooooooo.
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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I know it's caused drama everywhere but I'm genuinely happy to be back in Magnagora. Glom has been amazing but unless I was willing to cut the tie to Morg (nope, sorry) I was never going to properly fit in. Everyone there has been the best to play with, so friendly and helpful and supportive even so and I'm very thankful for it. But Magnagora is home, and maybe, just maaaaaaybe now Morgfyre will consider thinking about perhaps maybe forgiving me a little. Maybe. Hopefully.
Never let another person's inability to filter and process their own feelings stop you from living your best life.
"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."
I know it's caused drama everywhere but I'm genuinely happy to be back in Magnagora. Glom has been amazing but unless I was willing to cut the tie to Morg (nope, sorry) I was never going to properly fit in. Everyone there has been the best to play with, so friendly and helpful and supportive even so and I'm very thankful for it. But Magnagora is home, and maybe, just maaaaaaybe now Morgfyre will consider thinking about perhaps maybe forgiving me a little. Maybe. Hopefully.
I'm glad to know you're genuinely happy now, Lavi. A part of me is extremely sad that you've left Glom(especially after reading your farewell post), yes, but I'm happier knowing you've finally found closure.
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!"
@Drocilla (I'm pretty sure it was You, if not I'm sorry mystery admin I mean you!) for a very sweet and thoughtful little gesture of welcome. I may have got a little tear in my eye IRL because it was unexpected and means a whole lot. Thank you thank you
(A frivolous accoutrement by almost every standard, this plush tentacle is sewn together from soft velvet and stuffed so it is soft much like the appendage of a teddy-bear. About two feet in length, it is round and tapered towards the end much like a real tentacle. Several laces dangle from the base, allowing the novelty item to be worn in a variety of ways, as though the bearer had sprouted a new limb of their own.)
Thunderous steps precede Varaien as he arrives, resounding like an oncoming storm.
@Daraius dips his muzzle politely to Varaien in greeting.
@Varaien enters with much excitement, stamping his feet with a crystalline clicking.
He is a radiant immortal and takes the form of a wyvern created by the majesty of crystal and lightning. His entire body is a translucent construct with sleek, coruscating angles and a fiercely barbed facade. Ricocheting and discharging in bright flashes, lightning surges inside him seeking release. With the subtle iridescence of nacreous pearl, his wings glisten in facets of every hue. Atop the wing joint, limpid, spindly claws offer some semblance of hands for grasping. Metallic silver eyelashes frame almond, cat-like eyes with rime-blue irises and haunting pupils the colour of moonstones. Pointed ears flanked by curving, corrugated horns enhance his ominous visage. He is wearing a robe of mercury-plated armour.
I know it's caused drama everywhere but I'm genuinely happy to be back in Magnagora. Glom has been amazing but unless I was willing to cut the tie to Morg (nope, sorry) I was never going to properly fit in. Everyone there has been the best to play with, so friendly and helpful and supportive even so and I'm very thankful for it. But Magnagora is home, and maybe, just maaaaaaybe now Morgfyre will consider thinking about perhaps maybe forgiving me a little. Maybe. Hopefully.
What you couldn't have swung though Gaudi for a few years?
I know it's caused drama everywhere but I'm genuinely happy to be back in Magnagora. Glom has been amazing but unless I was willing to cut the tie to Morg (nope, sorry) I was never going to properly fit in. Everyone there has been the best to play with, so friendly and helpful and supportive even so and I'm very thankful for it. But Magnagora is home, and maybe, just maaaaaaybe now Morgfyre will consider thinking about perhaps maybe forgiving me a little. Maybe. Hopefully.
What you couldn't have swung though Gaudi for a few years?
I suppose she enjoys being tortured instead. ==== Lavinya tells you, "Can you tell me how much power I've brought in this weave?"
You tell Pariah Lavinya, "Not enough."
Lavinya tells you, "Well I am working on it, I just want to know how effective I am being."
Lavinya tells you, "You are the only power aide that is responsive. Could you please let me know my total thus far?"
**walking, Trog Dor burninating**
Cell B1.The area is ablaze! You see a single exit leading east (open door).
You drop a group of 3360 spice packets.
**walking back**
You tell Pariah Lavinya, "I have placed a packet of spices on the ground in the amount of your repayment this weave somewhere in the city."
Lavinya tells you, "Thank you. The fire in the cell was a fitting touch."
I know it's caused drama everywhere but I'm genuinely happy to be back in Magnagora. Glom has been amazing but unless I was willing to cut the tie to Morg (nope, sorry) I was never going to properly fit in. Everyone there has been the best to play with, so friendly and helpful and supportive even so and I'm very thankful for it. But Magnagora is home, and maybe, just maaaaaaybe now Morgfyre will consider thinking about perhaps maybe forgiving me a little. Maybe. Hopefully.
What you couldn't have swung though Gaudi for a few years?
I suppose she enjoys being tortured instead. ==== Lavinya tells you, "Can you tell me how much power I've brought in this weave?"
You tell Pariah Lavinya, "Not enough."
Lavinya tells you, "Well I am working on it, I just want to know how effective I am being."
Lavinya tells you, "You are the only power aide that is responsive. Could you please let me know my total thus far?"
**walking, Trog Dor burninating**
Cell B1.The area is ablaze! You see a single exit leading east (open door).
You drop a group of 3360 spice packets.
**walking back**
You tell Pariah Lavinya, "I have placed a packet of spices on the ground in the amount of your repayment this weave somewhere in the city."
Lavinya tells you, "Thank you. The fire in the cell was a fitting touch."
CONSUMATE V's, CONSUMATE.
Geez, guy wouldn't know majesty if it came up and bit him in the face...
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Special thanks to @Steingrim for all the tutorials/being my target dummy, @Shuyin, @Danquik and @Synkarin for being so helpful with all my questions, @Talan for dropping me right into the middle of culture action, and of course @Xypher for being amazing.
@Shango gets an honorable mention for explaining the birds and bees.
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.
she find accord with her many needs.
A female igasho slaps her knee and declares that, by the gods, the Village of Rikenfriez should
follow the Grand Dominion of Hallifax after all!
Shouts rise up from the Village of Rikenfriez, as its denizens loudly pledge themselves to the Grand
Dominion of Hallifax.
This is essentially me, IRL, every time He makes one of His rare appearances.
Tonight amidst the mountaintops
And endless starless night
Singing how the wind was lost
Before an earthly flight
I shall slowly but surely flood the Wyrd with Nightsweats.
But in the small chance that you find this... Being a newbie in Lusternia wouldn't have been the same without you and thanks for having put up with all my antics... and Windwhisper won't be the same. Good luck wherever you've gone
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And I got 3 more bug updates while logged on. Thank you!
EDIT: I'm glad Lavinya is back in Mag, it's all coming back together now. Being torn between Divine and city/commune isn't a really fun deal for the God, the player, and the player's city/communemates.
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 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!
(A frivolous accoutrement by almost every standard, this plush tentacle is sewn together from soft velvet and stuffed so it is soft much like the appendage of a teddy-bear. About two feet in length, it is round and tapered towards the end much like a real tentacle. Several laces dangle from the base, allowing the novelty item to be worn in a variety of ways, as though the bearer had sprouted a new limb of their own.)
I had planned to tell you about how the falcon was detrimental there, but hadn't seen you until just then.
I'm glad I was able to help you de-rust some and reach into my bag of tricks for the new hot tips on speed hunting.
@Daraius dips his muzzle politely to Varaien in greeting.
@Varaien enters with much excitement, stamping his feet with a crystalline clicking.
He is a radiant immortal and takes the form of a wyvern created by the majesty of crystal and
lightning. His entire body is a translucent construct with sleek, coruscating angles and a fiercely
barbed facade. Ricocheting and discharging in bright flashes, lightning surges inside him seeking
release. With the subtle iridescence of nacreous pearl, his wings glisten in facets of every hue.
Atop the wing joint, limpid, spindly claws offer some semblance of hands for grasping. Metallic
silver eyelashes frame almond, cat-like eyes with rime-blue irises and haunting pupils the colour of
moonstones. Pointed ears flanked by curving, corrugated horns enhance his ominous visage. He is
wearing a robe of mercury-plated armour.
What you couldn't have swung though Gaudi for a few years?
====
Lavinya tells you, "Can you tell me how much power I've brought in this weave?"
You tell Pariah Lavinya, "Not enough."
Lavinya tells you, "Well I am working on it, I just want to know how effective I am being."
Lavinya tells you, "You are the only power aide that is responsive. Could you please let me know my total thus far?"
**walking, Trog Dor burninating**
Cell B1.The area is ablaze!
You see a single exit leading east (open door).
You drop a group of 3360 spice packets.
**walking back**
You tell Pariah Lavinya, "I have placed a packet of spices on the ground in the amount of your repayment this weave somewhere in the city."
Lavinya tells you, "Thank you. The fire in the cell was a fitting touch."
Estarra the Eternal says, "Give Shevat the floor please."
Geez, guy wouldn't know majesty if it came up and bit him in the face...
Ixion tells you, "// I don't think anyone else had a clue, amazing form."