I'm sorry but I want to rave for the amount of Serens that turned up to defend earlier. That was amazing and I got 5 toads down out of it too. #teamwork
I am very excited for the Gala this year, last year was very fun.
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.
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.
Be assured that the Gala won't end in an hour. We're starting way early this year precisely because of how long it went on last year (I went to bed at 7am). Even if you show up 4 hours late, I'm pretty sure we'll still be at 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.
Everyone in the lovely Glomdoring who attended an impromptu rite (which turned out to be half-lecture, eesh, sorry) and said nice things about it afterwards, especially after putting up with my improv and the delays in between. Rustiness makes me a little slow, but I'm enjoying the practice again.
Tonight amidst the mountaintops And endless starless night Singing how the wind was lost Before an earthly flight
Found the original description for the Eye of Dylara.
Lots of names found in the log that I miss.
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.
A flamboyant dirigible swoops in with a joyous fanfare, clanking and grinding as plumes of glittering emerald smoke gush forth. With a mechanical-sounding polite cough, it deliveres an ostentatious letter of invitation into Cehar's hands with white-gloved claws.
A flamboyant dirigible coughs out two handfuls of glittering confetti as it chugs off, humming a festive song.
This is such a cute delivery system and fun to RP in response to. Glitter everywhere!
My eyes have become heart shaped for all the Hallifaction guildhall developments.
The admin are taking the opportunity to do some amazing, interesting, unique things with factions and faction halls. It really is fun to watch and be a part of .
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.
Sergio Drabardi, the Ascension Gala Announcer says, "Please welcome to the Ascension Gala the darkened Lady Dylara of the ancient and renowned House Stormcrow, Talons of Crow."
I feel fancy.
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.
Kind of late, but I want to rave for all the admin that have worked to reduce lag. During the chaos domoth last night, I experienced little to no lag! I hope that was the same for everyone else. Huzzah and all that
This Gala is amazing. I'm having so much fun! Thank you to all the admin and players, everyone participating to make this so fun!!!
Today is my birthday and I usually don't like them and was dreading it after how crappy my month has been but this is delightful and a happy fun way to spend the day. Thanks for hosting this.
Sergio Drabardi, the Ascension Gala Announcer says, "Please welcome to the Ascension Gala the refined Lady Alisa of the House N'Kylbar, one of the Cogs in the Smog."
I admit I laughed when Kanaya was announced as the Atropos Street Beggar.
And then this:
use guestbook Sergio requires more training, but the food is exquisite and so has the company.
You lift the ornate fountain pen sitting beside the guestbook and write down your entry with the ease of a brush upon the canvas as the dark, golden ink dances upon the ivory pages.
You read what is written on a gilt guestbook of ivory pages:
[ Ascension Gala Guestbook ]
Scanning down the page, you spot your own entry a few lines from the top:
"What a joy to celebrate in the final moments before my esteemed and exceedingly good-looking husband ascends and saves us from the threat caused by the weakened seals! Let the record state I loved him before he saved my neck."
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She triumphed against lucidian oppressors and freed the orcs of Mount Krog.
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.
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.
Tonight amidst the mountaintops
And endless starless night
Singing how the wind was lost
Before an earthly flight
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The notepad drive is going pretty well. Keep it up, Hallis!
Estarra the Eternal says, "Give Shevat the floor please."
Lots of names found in the log that I miss.
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.
From trading in old artifacts. Holllyyyyy crapamoli.
A flamboyant dirigible coughs out two handfuls of glittering confetti as it chugs off, humming a festive song.
This is such a cute delivery system and fun to RP in response to. Glitter everywhere!
Estarra the Eternal says, "Give Shevat the floor please."
I feel fancy.
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.
Today is my birthday and I usually don't like them and was dreading it after how crappy my month has been but this is delightful and a happy fun way to spend the day. Thanks for hosting this.
I admit I laughed when Kanaya was announced as the Atropos Street Beggar.
And then this: