Zyphora graciously grants you entrance into the Divine Order of Isune, the Aesthete. Congratulations, and may you serve your God well. In a flash of Divine power, a teardrop pendulum of starlit quartz appears in your hands, marking you a member of the Divine Order of Isune, the Aesthete.
I just finished the Irshaw Trill and Highwater quests and I absolutely love the little details they add to them like the curse messages if you keep the pieces in your inventory.
Got assaulted by a group of black widows on Eth Glomdoring and claimed by a Goddess. Glad I looked over at my laptop and noticed the random emotes at me
Got assaulted by a group of black widows on Eth Glomdoring and claimed by a Goddess. Glad I looked over at my laptop and noticed the random emotes at me
So, I actually looked into aetherspace, dug around and pulled up maps. I'm blown away by the scale of what was done creating such a system and world. I've been playing MUDs a long time, and while the vast majority were far smaller affairs than what IRE does, that was something new that I never expected to see. Even played one with a "build a ship, sail on the water" system, but nothing like THAT. Whoever made that, I assume years ago, well done.
Got assaulted by a group of black widows on Eth Glomdoring and claimed by a Goddess. Glad I looked over at my laptop and noticed the random emotes at me
What? How are black widows on EtherGlom?
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.
Took me two tries and then thought I messed up the last part - luckily there was a reset of the person I needed...
Candles set on rocks alongside the lake flicker with tongues of brief, winter-threatened light.
A slow-building, pure, white light builds in Ratanele's hands, and the radiance surrounding the statue answers. The voice of angels joins Merynth Hill's dulcet tones, and the sun begins to break through the clouds, sending fingers of golden light through the wintry grey.
The air implodes as Ratanele cries out in wordless ecstasy. With a final burst of angelsong, the clouds part, and the orphanage and mountain are bathed in sunlight. A brilliant, luminous glow surrounds you, settling with a warm, golden surety. The faint song of angels rings in your ears. You gain a new honour!
She has climbed Mount Wend and brought orphaned souls peace at Saint Gathlyn's.
(Thank you @Slunk for the few pointers when I was stuck!)
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Cyndarinused Flamethrower! It was super effective.
Got assaulted by a group of black widows on Eth Glomdoring and claimed by a Goddess. Glad I looked over at my laptop and noticed the random emotes at me
What? How are black widows on EtherGlom?
Viravain uses black widows in her RP/emotes/whatever, and has a Black Widow that generally chills in the Shadow Court.
@Nelras for letting me talk to you & rp ordassa is a Trill+ @Adal for putting up with my slowness. I really hoped we could have sealed the deal then an there.
"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 for one am excited. Project TaintedWind is progressing nicely.
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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Yay! What a lovely thing to come back to ^^
How are black widows on EtherGlom?
Candles set on rocks alongside the lake flicker with tongues of brief, winter-threatened light.
A slow-building, pure, white light builds in Ratanele's hands, and the radiance surrounding the
statue answers. The voice of angels joins Merynth Hill's dulcet tones, and the sun begins to break
through the clouds, sending fingers of golden light through the wintry grey.
The air implodes as Ratanele cries out in wordless ecstasy. With a final burst of angelsong, the
clouds part, and the orphanage and mountain are bathed in sunlight.
A brilliant, luminous glow surrounds you, settling with a warm, golden surety. The faint song of
angels rings in your ears.
You gain a new honour!
She has climbed Mount Wend and brought orphaned souls peace at Saint Gathlyn's.
(Thank you @Slunk for the few pointers when I was stuck!)
Probably something along those lines.
Tonight amidst the mountaintops
And endless starless night
Singing how the wind was lost
Before an earthly flight
EDIT:
@Serenwilde @Allthepeoplethathelpedwithsparrows. This whole night has been awesome and made my day!
And wow, we are so lucky.
If olive oil comes from olives, where does baby oil come from?
If vegetarians eat vegetables, what do humanitarians eat?
@Adal for putting up with my slowness. I really hoped we could have sealed the deal then an there.