Reality ripples between your hands as an anomalous bead of chocolate appears before you. You reach out and take it.
You peer about yourself unscrupulously.
<< discover anomalous bead of chocolate in inventory after initial morning brain has an 'uh oh, is this some weird admin troll thing because I just looked at Shuyin's draft of Reality report? :O' reaction >>
This small bead of chocolate has been lovingly crafted by Iosai the Anomaly. It has been formed in a teardrop shape, the front bearing strange markings that resonate somehow within your being, though you know not what they mean. It is strangely weightless. It bears the distinctive mark of Keeper Ushaara Pavok.
You tell Iosai the Anomaly, "I was always taught not to eat strange candy, but thank you!"
As the chocolate fills your mouth, a pure bliss wracks your body and sends your muscles spasming tightly. Your mind opens and rises through the planes, meeting Iosai the Anomaly in the spaces between and behind the planes, seeing Her working Her deft fingers upon the weave of Creation. She turns from Her endless work to give you a sly smile hiding a hint of apologetic sadness, and strokes a finger lightly across a single thread of the tapestry. As She does so, the thread and your soul vibrate together in harmony, and you understand slightly better your place in the world of Lusternia. Your mind flooded with flashes of your possible future, you feel your spirit swell with the knowledge of what you might be as, with a dismissive wave, She sends you back to your physical body, which feels strangely out-of-breath. You pant softly and take a moment to reflect upon this strange experience. Your karma rises in response to your deeds.
The Divine voice of Iosai the Anomaly echoes in your head, "Follow Me into this carriage..."
Reality ripples between your hands as an anomalous bead of chocolate appears before you. You reach out and take it.
You peer about yourself unscrupulously.
<< discover anomalous bead of chocolate in inventory after initial morning brain has an 'uh oh, is this some weird admin troll thing because I just looked at Shuyin's draft of Reality report? :O' reaction >>
This small bead of chocolate has been lovingly crafted by Iosai the Anomaly. It has been formed in a teardrop shape, the front bearing strange markings that resonate somehow within your being, though you know not what they mean. It is strangely weightless. It bears the distinctive mark of Keeper Ushaara Pavok.
You tell Iosai the Anomaly, "I was always taught not to eat strange candy, but thank you!"
As the chocolate fills your mouth, a pure bliss wracks your body and sends your muscles spasming tightly. Your mind opens and rises through the planes, meeting Iosai the Anomaly in the spaces between and behind the planes, seeing Her working Her deft fingers upon the weave of Creation. She turns from Her endless work to give you a sly smile hiding a hint of apologetic sadness, and strokes a finger lightly across a single thread of the tapestry. As She does so, the thread and your soul vibrate together in harmony, and you understand slightly better your place in the world of Lusternia. Your mind flooded with flashes of your possible future, you feel your spirit swell with the knowledge of what you might be as, with a dismissive wave, She sends you back to your physical body, which feels strangely out-of-breath. You pant softly and take a moment to reflect upon this strange experience. Your karma rises in response to your deeds.
The Divine voice of Iosai the Anomaly echoes in your head, "Follow Me into this carriage..."
I'm not sure what I just read, but I don't think it's safe for work.
Zyphora pops a pitch black heart-shaped candy into her mouth, sucking and chewing on the chocolate
and honey creation before finally swallowing. Suddenly her skin takes on a faint pitch black sheen,
fading after a few moments to become barely noticeable.
An ecstatic Zyphora exclaims, "Over The Lips, Past The Tongue, Down the Hatch, Thighs Here We
Come!!"
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.
Yeah, I Crow Trickstered one of those to Ankastra.
... she was not amused.
I got a rickroll candy a couple days back... then I went to the Flame and asked who'd like to try my very special candy.
EDIT: Specifically, it was Written in dark purple dye, the words 'I'm Never Gonna Give You Up, Never Gonna Let You Down, Never Gonna Run Around And Desert You...' have been written out across its face.
Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it.
Slight self promotion, but the unintended timing on this was too good to not share.
Princess Celina Nightshade, the Heartless says to Elanorwen, "I haven't had to opportunity to speak with you since you officially joined the Nightshade Dynasty. Has the Queen?"
Elanorwen shakes her head at Celina.
Elanorwen Nightshade says, "Afraid not."
Princess Celina Nightshade, the Heartless says to Elanorwen, "She has several rules. I only have one."
You say, "Don't piss your Grandma off."
Princess Celina Nightshade, the Heartless says to Elanorwen, "If you ever call me grandma, or any variation thereof, it will end poorly for all parties involved."
*sudden Mork exit stage left*.
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!
Glevich has declared you a formal enemy of the Aquamancers Guild for this reason: 'attacking me on Astral'.
You tell Archmage Glevich D'Varden, Sarye's Wrath, "Well, that's new. You weren't even on Astral when I arrived... let alone for me to attack you there."
Glevich tells you, "You killed my eagle, that's part of me."
Ah, does it hurt to laugh sometimes.
Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it.
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.
Celina has declared you a formal enemy of the Divine Order of Shikari, the Predator for this reason:
'wildnodesssszzzz'.
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.
(Clan): Luthian says, "When can I expect to have him back? There's a void here I'd enjoy having filled."
Xazlael wags his tail happily.
I... what is this... I don't even..
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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out and take it.
You peer about yourself unscrupulously.
<< discover anomalous bead of chocolate in inventory after initial morning brain has an 'uh oh, is this some weird admin troll thing because I just looked at Shuyin's draft of Reality report? :O' reaction >>
This small bead of chocolate has been lovingly crafted by Iosai the Anomaly. It has been formed in a
teardrop shape, the front bearing strange markings that resonate somehow within your being, though
you know not what they mean.
It is strangely weightless.
It bears the distinctive mark of Keeper Ushaara Pavok.
You tell Iosai the Anomaly, "I was always taught not to eat strange candy, but thank you!"
As the chocolate fills your mouth, a pure bliss wracks your body and sends your muscles spasming
tightly. Your mind opens and rises through the planes, meeting Iosai the Anomaly in the spaces
between and behind the planes, seeing Her working Her deft fingers upon the weave of Creation. She
turns from Her endless work to give you a sly smile hiding a hint of apologetic sadness, and strokes
a finger lightly across a single thread of the tapestry. As She does so, the thread and your soul
vibrate together in harmony, and you understand slightly better your place in the world of Lusternia.
Your mind flooded with flashes of your possible future, you feel your spirit swell with the
knowledge of what you might be as, with a dismissive wave, She sends you back to your physical body,
which feels strangely out-of-breath. You pant softly and take a moment to reflect upon this strange
experience.
Your karma rises in response to your deeds.
The Divine voice of Iosai the Anomaly echoes in your head, "Follow Me into this carriage..."
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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!
EDIT: Especially fitting considering the fact that Elanorwen is presently 14 years old.
Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it.
(Peasantface): Celina (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "Ah crap."
Princess Celina Nightshade, the Heartless shouts, "Ahem.."
... she was not amused.
EDIT: Specifically, it was Written in dark purple dye, the words 'I'm Never Gonna Give You Up, Never Gonna Let You Down, Never Gonna Run Around And Desert You...' have been written out across its face.
Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it.
You say, "Don't piss your Grandma off."
*sudden Mork exit stage left*.
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!
You tell Archmage Glevich D'Varden, Sarye's Wrath, "Well, that's new. You weren't even on Astral when I arrived... let alone for me to attack you there."
Glevich tells you, "You killed my eagle, that's part of me."
Ah, does it hurt to laugh sometimes.
Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it.
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A dull, monotone voice exclaims, "RAAAGGGHRRRGH'RTRIGFLORRGHR'A'AGROLLIR'SHNIGGRAHFLHARGH!!"
/Justice : Malarious is Ascending the Throne
| Time Left : 44 minutes
| Malarious's Status : 1337
Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it.
Celina maniacally chews upon your feet.
Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it.
(Clan): Liok says, "Hrm. I've forgotten to buy an axe."
(Clan): Liok says, "Another thing to put on my list!"
(Clan): You say, "Use mine."
(Clan): You say, "You can axe me for it when you see me next."
Xazlael stares implacably at you.
Archmage Xazlael Somnius, Archon of Tainted Earth says, "That."
You say, "What?"
Xazlael flops down onto the ground.
(Clan): Liok says, "You're a horrible person, Corporal."
Archmage Xazlael Somnius, Archon of Tainted Earth says, "You shouldn't be allowed to speak on the city aether."
(Clan): You say, "No, I'm just a fan of crypt-ic humour."
The corners of Xazlael's mouth turn up as he grins mischievously.
You say, "That's not the city aether."
Archmage Xazlael Somnius, Archon of Tainted Earth says, "Any aether."
You say, "Pshaw."
Xazlael's eyes sparkle with amusement.
(Clan): Luthian says, "Corporal, your expert sense of humor kills me."
(Clan): You say, "Well it's not my fault Celest is making it easy for us."
(Clan): You say, "I only have the Archmage for company, although he is a delightful person."
You pat Xazlael in a friendly manner.
(Clan): Liok says, "I have my rubble."
(Clan): Luthian says, "When can I expect to have him back? There's a void here I'd enjoy having filled."
Xazlael wags his tail happily.
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Awkward
(after dying to my team in a wargames)
Elanorwen tells you, "Screw you and the horse you rode in o."
You tell Elanorwen Nightshade, "I love you too."
Elanorwen tells you, "You suck is what you do."
You tell Elanorwen Nightshade, "It's true."