(Secretly, I hope this is a change allowing furniture to be sold in shops)
It would not be very practical to furnish any area since they lie there and can be picked up by anyone. Acquisitio and stuff. Your furniture would keep disappearing to random people passing there unless you find a way to anchor it...
EDIT When I QQ the chair won't stay in my inventory. It falls back on the ground and I have to pick it back up if I want to wield it.
(Secretly, I hope this is a change allowing furniture to be sold in shops)
It would not be very practical to furnish any area since they lie there and can be picked up by anyone. Acquisitio and stuff. Your furniture would keep disappearing to random people passing there unless you find a way to anchor it...
EDIT When I QQ the chair won't stay in my inventory. It falls back on the ground and I have to pick it back up if I want to wield it.
There was a brilliant suggestion a while back (probably @Shaddus) to allow furniture to be sold in shops, and the owner of a manse/shop/whatever could ANCHOR the furniture to make it fixed. This would be amaaaziiing.
Crumkane, Lord of Epicurean Delights says, "WAS IT INDEED ON FIRE, ERITHEYL."
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With a deep reverb, Contemptible Sutekh says, "CEASE YOUR INFERNAL ENERGY, ERITHEYL."
It would make pantographs awkward, slightly. Does the bonus apply to the furniture, or can only pantograph owners ANCHOR past 100%. And if that's the case, would it only be pantograph owners who are active artisans at the time?
It would make pantographs awkward, slightly. Does the bonus apply to the furniture, or can only pantograph owners ANCHOR past 100%. And if that's the case, would it only be pantograph owners who are active artisans at the time?
I think the benefit should apply to the furniture itself if it's being sold. Chairs usually take up X amount of space, but if it's crafted by an artisan with a pantograph, it should instead only take up Y amount of space. Of course we would then need furniture to pieces to show their space % on probe, so maybe more complex than is necessary.
Edit: Someone make a thread for this, let's dish!
Crumkane, Lord of Epicurean Delights says, "WAS IT INDEED ON FIRE, ERITHEYL."
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With a deep reverb, Contemptible Sutekh says, "CEASE YOUR INFERNAL ENERGY, ERITHEYL."
How it works in some of the IREs is that you can buy it in a shop, and lumber with it to your house (It slows you down to carry furniture). Then once you drop it, it's stuck there. However, you can push it around the room (they have a mechanic where you can position furniture in a room).
How it works in some of the IREs is that you can buy it in a shop, and lumber with it to your house (It slows you down to carry furniture). Then once you drop it, it's stuck there. However, you can push it around the room (they have a mechanic where you can position furniture in a room).
This, that way you can attach chairs to desks and such.
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 broodpit of the cave-fisher queen. A great orifice sits atop the scaly mound, covered in a hideous rash. Overseer Yishign stands here, surveying the surroundings regally. The Llogath Imperiat floats here, its presence oppressive. Waddling around aimlessly, a large duck-billed platypus cuts a majestic figure, bedecked in a scintillating golden-brown pelage and stylish woven-reed saddle. There are 2 malformed eggs here. You see exits leading northeast, east, southeast, southwest, west, northwest, and through a reproductive orifice. 8106h[100%] 9612m[100%] 10448e[104%] <10p> 100%e 99%w exlrk(+125m, 1.3%) p orifice Rising seamlessly from the spongy surface beneath, the enormous central mound dominates the pit. Rivulets of clear liquid run down from the colossal, circular orifice which crowns the mound. Touching the mound causes it to shift as the muscles around the orifice pull, closing it tighter. A splotchy rash covers every inch of the orifice. It is strangely weightless. It has the following aliases: exit, portal. 8106h[100%] 9537m[99%] 10448e[104%] <10p> 100%e 100%w exlrk(-75m, 0.8%) ep Pressing your hands together, you part the opening to a reproductive orifice and push your head into the resulting cavity. Pressing your face unflinchingly into the enveloping warmth, you squirm until you feel yourself fall unceremoniously to the ground on the other side, only partially covered in mucus. A majestic golden-brown platypus tells you, "Kelly has left to the orifice." Near an enormous sphincter. You see exits leading in and out. 8106h[100%] 9487m[98%] 10448e[104%] <10p> 99%e 100%w elrk(-50m, 0.5%) Sensing a foreign incursion, the orifice begins to convulse, forcing you back into the nursery. The broodpit of the cave-fisher queen. A great orifice sits atop the scaly mound, covered in a hideous rash. Overseer Yishign stands here, surveying the surroundings regally. The Llogath Imperiat floats here, its presence oppressive. There are 2 malformed eggs here. You see exits leading northeast, east, southeast, southwest, west, northwest, and through a reproductive orifice. 8106h[100%] 9487m[98%] 10448e[104%] <10p> 99%e 100%w elrk
The huge fleshy structures which support the surrounding cavern arch together, meeting directly above this central pit. Numerous pulsating slits emit intermittent squelches and burps, and when pressure is applied near them they gush with a clear, lubricious liquid. The layers of congealed mucus give every surface a glossy sheen.
Look, I was just exploring, and the first thing I noticed was... Oh! A special exit! And then I was like... Oh! What? A reproductive orifice? And then I started reading further... and of course, against all reason, I just HAD to enter it.
The Great Bog Mother says, "You are not fink, fink, but perhaps you help me, yes? Gather three big finks and I train them into champions to defend me from the gnome blight."
Holding the Skeletal Wand of the True Mind aloft, you wave it vigorously back
and forth until it glows with an incandescent light before transforming into the
Skeletal Wand of the True Mind.
... Huh. Wonder what the odds of that are.
About as great as the odds of rubbing a curio and it converting into itself 5 times in a row? Actually, no.... the curio thing is most likely more of a rarity.
Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it.
While during some research for plays, there was this extract from of Llandros' which just made me laugh.
A stream of metallic goats trots out onto the stage.
Then there were dozens
Then there were hundreds
The urGuard and goats begin to fight and the clanging sound of sword striking iron hides rings out.
And then we get this.
Frustrated with petty squabbles the Emperor calls forth his own army and leaves Gaudiguch to solve things himself. Leaving everyone but Lolly, who he has taken control of, Ladantine and his troops march on Celest.
Double: You take a long draught of water, hoping to quench your thirst. Your vision blurs and body quivers as you slam back a large mouthful of Jeremiah Gryphta's Olde Tyme Healing Tonic, causing an overwhelming warmth to race through your body through your chest, down through your stomach and legs then eventually out through your toes. The experience leaves you feeling good - no, great! - as you sway momentarily on the spot.
This hand crafted bottle of a deep, rust colour is a plain, unimpressive specimen of mortal craftsmanship. A long, slightly bent neck emerges from a round, bulbous glass body, pressed together into a narrow opening large enough for small doses of liquid at a time. A faded label has been glued to the front of the bottle's exterior, slightly out of line, with the words "Jeremiah Gryphta's Olde Tyme Healing Tonic" written by hand in scrawling letters. It weighs 8 ounce(s). It bears the distinctive mark of Keeper of the Word, Neos Eli'Silar, Aquamantic Egomaniac. Water sloshes about in it. It has the following aliases: tonic, bottle.
OK NAMES -------- - names you might hear in real life (Roger, Sally, Megan)
- a dictionary word, if not silly or offensive (Cadenza, Ragwort) (if Spindle, Skein, Bobbins or one of our immortals asks you to change your name, then it is unacceptable: please change).
Digging through Events, found this gem that probably needs to be reposted:
Despite Skye's attempts, nothing would save Xynthin, Wyrden Glory. Glomdoring was set against Him, fearing His madness and the destructive force He would channel into the world. In the modern times, the Glomdoring began to observe queer temporal creations - variations of Xenthos, split by few and great differences, began to manifest. Xenthos Shee-Slaugh, wyrden Spirit Warden, Xenthos Shee-Slaugh, Lord of the Tainted Forest, Professor Xenthos Ysav'rai, husband to Talan, ranked highly in the Institute. Warden of the Wildes, Xenthos Treeheart, husband to Celina Treeheart, High Priestess of the Moon. High Druid of the Raven Circle, Xenthos Ravenwing, husband to Sidd Ravenwing. The temporal anomalies piled upon and, soon, they became mad. Too many Xenthos from too many divergent time streams sped the process, and they descended into insanity, some violent, some strange, all dangerous.
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The broodpit of the cave-fisher queen.
A great orifice sits atop the scaly mound, covered in a hideous rash. Overseer Yishign stands here,
surveying the surroundings regally. The Llogath Imperiat floats here, its presence oppressive.
Waddling around aimlessly, a large duck-billed platypus cuts a majestic figure, bedecked in a
scintillating golden-brown pelage and stylish woven-reed saddle. There are 2 malformed eggs here.
You see exits leading northeast, east, southeast, southwest, west, northwest, and through a
reproductive orifice.
8106h[100%] 9612m[100%] 10448e[104%] <10p> 100%e 99%w exlrk(+125m, 1.3%) p orifice
Rising seamlessly from the spongy surface beneath, the enormous central mound dominates the pit.
Rivulets of clear liquid run down from the colossal, circular orifice which crowns the mound.
Touching the mound causes it to shift as the muscles around the orifice pull, closing it tighter. A
splotchy rash covers every inch of the orifice.
It is strangely weightless.
It has the following aliases: exit, portal.
8106h[100%] 9537m[99%] 10448e[104%] <10p> 100%e 100%w exlrk(-75m, 0.8%) ep
Pressing your hands together, you part the opening to a reproductive orifice and push your head into
the resulting cavity. Pressing your face unflinchingly into the enveloping warmth, you squirm until
you feel yourself fall unceremoniously to the ground on the other side, only partially covered in
mucus.
A majestic golden-brown platypus tells you, "Kelly has left to the orifice."
Near an enormous sphincter.
You see exits leading in and out.
8106h[100%] 9487m[98%] 10448e[104%] <10p> 99%e 100%w elrk(-50m, 0.5%)
Sensing a foreign incursion, the orifice begins to convulse, forcing you back into the nursery.
The broodpit of the cave-fisher queen.
A great orifice sits atop the scaly mound, covered in a hideous rash. Overseer Yishign stands here,
surveying the surroundings regally. The Llogath Imperiat floats here, its presence oppressive. There
are 2 malformed eggs here.
You see exits leading northeast, east, southeast, southwest, west, northwest, and through a
reproductive orifice.
8106h[100%] 9487m[98%] 10448e[104%] <10p> 99%e 100%w elrk
I. Am. Disturbed.
The huge fleshy structures which support the surrounding cavern arch together, meeting directly
above this central pit. Numerous pulsating slits emit intermittent squelches and burps, and when
pressure is applied near them they gush with a clear, lubricious liquid. The layers of congealed
mucus give every surface a glossy sheen.
Estarra the Eternal says, "Give Shevat the floor please."
finks and I train them into champions to defend me from the gnome blight."
Obviously I am a fink, not a fink.
Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it.
"bandolier220000" a fesix bandolier
"bandolier201264" a fesix bandolier
You are wearing:
"bandolier138036" a fesix bandolier
You are holding:
"dirigible201378" a mechanical dirigible
"dirigible155495" a mechanical dirigible
Signature!
You take a long draught of water, hoping to quench your thirst.
Your vision blurs and body quivers as you slam back a large mouthful of Jeremiah
Gryphta's Olde Tyme Healing Tonic, causing an overwhelming warmth to race through
your body through your chest, down through your stomach and legs then eventually out
through your toes. The experience leaves you feeling good - no, great! - as you sway
momentarily on the spot.
This hand crafted bottle of a deep, rust colour is a plain, unimpressive specimen of
mortal craftsmanship. A long, slightly bent neck emerges from a round, bulbous glass
body, pressed together into a narrow opening large enough for small doses of liquid
at a time. A faded label has been glued to the front of the bottle's exterior,
slightly out of line, with the words "Jeremiah Gryphta's Olde Tyme Healing Tonic"
written by hand in scrawling letters.
It weighs 8 ounce(s).
It bears the distinctive mark of Keeper of the Word, Neos Eli'Silar, Aquamantic
Egomaniac.
Water sloshes about in it.
It has the following aliases: tonic, bottle.
Well played Jeremiah, well played.
Signature!
(Newbie): Maligorn says, "Try GUILD RACES LIST."
(Newbie): Hassan says, "Client is recommending aslaran, dracanri, faeling, furrikin and mugwump...
the later sounds... just ... no."
(Newbie): Maligorn says, "Don't be too quick to knock off mugwumps. They're high-risk, high-reward
races with their very fast equilibrium speed."
(Newbie): Hassan says, "I do not have sufficient rank to do this."
(Newbie): Hassan says, "Mugwump sounds like the sound I make when I'm sitting on the can.
(Newbie): Xaldrin says, "I enjoyed that."
OK NAMES
--------
- names you might hear in real life (Roger, Sally, Megan)
- a dictionary word, if not silly or offensive (Cadenza, Ragwort)
(if Spindle, Skein, Bobbins or one of our immortals asks you to
change your name, then it is unacceptable: please change).
does this mean I could have been Cadenza Cadenza?
Despite Skye's attempts, nothing would save Xynthin, Wyrden Glory. Glomdoring was set against Him, fearing His madness and the destructive force He would channel into the world. In the modern times, the Glomdoring began to observe queer temporal creations - variations of Xenthos, split by few and great differences, began to manifest. Xenthos Shee-Slaugh, wyrden Spirit Warden, Xenthos Shee-Slaugh, Lord of the Tainted Forest, Professor Xenthos Ysav'rai, husband to Talan, ranked highly in the Institute. Warden of the Wildes, Xenthos Treeheart, husband to Celina Treeheart, High Priestess of the Moon. High Druid of the Raven Circle, Xenthos Ravenwing, husband to Sidd Ravenwing. The temporal anomalies piled upon and, soon, they became mad. Too many Xenthos from too many divergent time streams sped the process, and they descended into insanity, some violent, some strange, all dangerous.