You see Grizzly Munsia D'Cente, The Sharp Fanged shout, "I'm bored."
The skies momentarily seethe with a sickly viridescent cast, accompanied by agonised, blood-curdling screams.
Eyes glowing red, a stainless steel goat bellows and a shield of protection flickers into view around his form.
Centre of the Necropolis. It is difficult to detect any features of the room, due to the powerful field of energy that is put out by the Megalith of Doom, absorbing all but the darkest of colours and dominating everything else in the room. The architecture of the room is designed to accommodate the Megalith of Doom with a high dome that forms the entire ceiling. A circular series of steps descends three tiers down to the indentation in the centre of the room where the Megalith stands. Four archways lead out of the room to the other areas of the Necropolis, where candles and other illumination can barely be detected through the powerful force of the Megalith. Ghostly images haunt the black crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling here, its wispy black silk ribbons swaying gently. An intricate gearwork chest rests on the floor, lid open to reveal the contents. Rising up from cracks in the floor, the Megalith of Doom towers above everything here, polluting the air with its foul fumes. The Keeper of the Megalith stands here radiating a tainted presence. There are 45 wights here. There are 30 illithoid reavers here. Gibbering to itself, a ghoul looks about itself here with a malevolent gleam in its eyes. Swirling eddies of chaotic ether dance around a marble shrine to Morgfyre that holds a crystal model of the planispheres. There are 3 wights here. The shrouded form of a wight floats ominously in the air here. The shrouded form of a wight floats ominously in the air here. A grotesque ghast squats here, dragging its taloned hands on the ground. In the shape of an open palm, a metallic sigil lies here. Surrounded by domothean death energies, an enormous map of the Catacombs of the Dead stretches across the open air. An empty glass bottle lies here. A black wolf spider with ruby bat wings scuttles about here, clicking her mandibles together. A stainless steel goat is here, sleeping soundly. A disgusting, disease-ridden maggot is scuttling along the ground. She wields a heavy golden hammer in her left hand and the Extermination Cipher in her right. Drill Sergeant Shango D'Cente is here, shrouded. He wields a platinum shield with Urlach's horn in his left hand and a golden whip of the pious in his right. Graveborn Marcella, the Revenant stands at the centre of a black stretch of dead, desiccated terrain, the scent of death hanging heavily in the air. Concealed within a heavy scarlet cloak, a shapeshifter flicks sparks of energy between her hands.
A stainless steel goat almost glows with nearly god-like power.
So we kicked it to death. Now what, Karagash?
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.
A bored expression gracing her face, Maestra @Miralona n'Lochli, Crescendo of Transformation says to Paxhos, "She values power, beauty, and utter dominance of all mortal and immortal races. And She likes purple."
(Tottles away after someone calls him. We leave to the aetherplex)
5340h, 5340m, 7440e, 10p, 22240en, 22240w Belrx-
say to Miralona ..And She likes purple.
You say to Miralona, "..And She likes purple."
5340h, 5340m, 7440e, 10p, 22240en, 22240w Belrx-
say And She likes purple?
You say, "And She likes purple?"
5340h, 5340m, 7440e, 10p, 22240en, 22240w Belrx-
who here
You see the following people here:
Cauthorn, Davos, Miralona, Pectus.
5340h, 5340m, 7440e, 10p, 22240en, 22240w Belrx-
Maestra Miralona n'Lochli, Crescendo of Transformation says to you, "Well, laaaaavender."
Because getting misses is always fun. But I still can't figure out what this miss was actually meant for.
I was clearly doing some shady business over tells LMAO.
Still embarrassed about this. But no, I was doing the Reserve quest and trying to figure out how to get Nordur to give me the stupid instructions, haha.
I was clearly doing some shady business over tells LMAO.
Still embarrassed about this. But no, I was doing the Reserve quest and trying to figure out how to get Nordur to give me the stupid instructions, haha.
Good luck! I am 90% Norgur's part is broken, as per the bugs filed.
2015/12/26 21:36:57 - Zeleni withdrew 220000 gold from Magnagora City Bank [Reason: backdated shop taxes]. 2015/12/26 21:38:32 - Zeleni deposited 200000 gold at Magnagora City Bank. 2015/12/26 21:38:41 - Zeleni > I am capable of math.
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."
The Wheel of Tzaraziko crackles with a brilliant display of colours, rewarding you with 4 gleaming crystals of wonder.
Ummmmm. What.
Nerf Xenthos.
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.
You say, "Faux shizzle my nizzle, Shad is up in this dizzle. Come from Tainttown, clouds all nasty. Bitches like it when I'm nasty. Follow the Masque and everyone knows, the Silver Wench can lick His toes."
You say to Augent, "Heads or tails."
Sir Augent Nightshade says, "Tails."
You flip a golden sovereign up in the air and watch, mesmerized, as it spins rapidly through its arc. It hits the ground and you see that the tails side is facing up.
You say to Augent, "Who goes first?"
Sir Augent Nightshade says, "He does."
You say to Avestan, "Go!"
Firebreather Avestan, Rug Raja says, "From fire plane, come I do, I come here to destroy you, short and squat I may be, soon you'll be same size as me."
Avestan urges Augent onwards.
Sir Augent Nightshade says, "From east Gaudiguch there came a man, with a really big sword and a mighty swell tan... his potions are stacked, his muscles bulge, he'll make your puny beard look like a baby's peach fuzz."
You tell Alpha @Eritheyl Somnius, "I'm not sure how to pick the shiniest of two turds."
Eritheyl tells you, "Have you tried polishing them?"
Firebreather Avestan, Rug Raja says, "Use lance quite well, but is not sword, as anyone could tell, you should know best, what weapon gives eternal rest."
You say, "Wow how do I pick a winner I wonder? Call me Lord @Zvoltz I'll bring the thunder. I'll leave you limpin' cookie you're so mundane, after this you'll be left as Crumbs and need a Cane." ( @Crumkane )
Alpha Eritheyl Somnius says, "OHHHH."
You say, "Pretty sure I just won."
Alpha Eritheyl Somnius says, "Yeah Chirbo wins."
Sir Augent Nightshade says, "My weapons are many as my rhymes are sharp, with nary a thought I'll lop your... top off."
Firebreather Avestan, Rug Raja says, "Although stomach may swell, cannot hide that smell, I know not what caused it, perhaps go over there and sit."
Sir @Augent Nightshade says, "Though dwarf you may be, your stomach is weak - just one drop of liquor and you'll be on the floor, of all his shards, it's you Clangoru deplores."
Firebreather @Avestan, Rug Raja says, "Pyrochem with cannon too, I not impressed by you, it seems to be a waste of time, for you cannot even rhyme!"
After this we kind of got distracted by @Stratas moving to Gaudiguch and it died down.
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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Vive l'apostrophe!
The skies momentarily seethe with a sickly viridescent cast, accompanied by agonised, blood-curdling screams.
Eyes glowing red, a stainless steel goat bellows and a shield of protection flickers into view around his form.
Centre of the Necropolis.
It is difficult to detect any features of the room, due to the powerful field of energy that is put
out by the Megalith of Doom, absorbing all but the darkest of colours and dominating everything else
in the room. The architecture of the room is designed to accommodate the Megalith of Doom with a
high dome that forms the entire ceiling. A circular series of steps descends three tiers down to the
indentation in the centre of the room where the Megalith stands. Four archways lead out of the room
to the other areas of the Necropolis, where candles and other illumination can barely be detected
through the powerful force of the Megalith. Ghostly images haunt the black crystal chandelier
hanging from the ceiling here, its wispy black silk ribbons swaying gently. An intricate gearwork
chest rests on the floor, lid open to reveal the contents. Rising up from cracks in the floor, the
Megalith of Doom towers above everything here, polluting the air with its foul fumes. The Keeper of
the Megalith stands here radiating a tainted presence. There are 45 wights here. There are 30
illithoid reavers here. Gibbering to itself, a ghoul looks about itself here with a malevolent gleam
in its eyes. Swirling eddies of chaotic ether dance around a marble shrine to Morgfyre that holds a
crystal model of the planispheres. There are 3 wights here. The shrouded form of a wight floats
ominously in the air here. The shrouded form of a wight floats ominously in the air here. A
grotesque ghast squats here, dragging its taloned hands on the ground. In the shape of an open palm,
a metallic sigil lies here. Surrounded by domothean death energies, an enormous map of the Catacombs
of the Dead stretches across the open air. An empty glass bottle lies here. A black wolf spider with
ruby bat wings scuttles about here, clicking her mandibles together. A stainless steel goat is here,
sleeping soundly. A disgusting, disease-ridden maggot is scuttling along the ground. She wields a
heavy golden hammer in her left hand and the Extermination Cipher in her right. Drill Sergeant
Shango D'Cente is here, shrouded. He wields a platinum shield with Urlach's horn in his left hand
and a golden whip of the pious in his right. Graveborn Marcella, the Revenant stands at the centre
of a black stretch of dead, desiccated terrain, the scent of death hanging heavily in the air.
Concealed within a heavy scarlet cloak, a shapeshifter flicks sparks of energy between her hands.
A stainless steel goat almost glows with nearly god-like power.
So we kicked it to death. Now what, Karagash?
Still embarrassed about this. But no, I was doing the Reserve quest and trying to figure out how to get Nordur to give me the stupid instructions, haha.
You say, "Says the rancid maggot wallowing in its own filth."
taxes].
2015/12/26 21:38:32 - Zeleni deposited 200000 gold at Magnagora City Bank.
2015/12/26 21:38:41 - Zeleni > I am capable of math.
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Ixion tells you, "// I don't think anyone else had a clue, amazing form."
Ummmmm. What.
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of Divinus Enhancement.
I'll take it!
Ixion tells you, "// I don't think anyone else had a clue, amazing form."
Lil Wayne can do it, so can I.
Ixion tells you, "// I don't think anyone else had a clue, amazing form."
You tell The Thousandfold's Paintbrush, @Chirbo, Monger of Minstrels, "Heh. Heheh."
You tell The Thousandfold's Paintbrush, Chirbo, Monger of Minstrels, "How do you make holy water?"
Chirbo tells you, "How?"
You tell The Thousandfold's Paintbrush, Chirbo, Monger of Minstrels, "Boil the Nil out of it!"
Chirbo enters from the southeast, emanating an aura of immense power.
You grace Chirbo with your most manicured, charming and utterly false smile.
A single tear drops from Chirbo's eye as he stops his own heart, slaying himself instantly.
Himself has been slain by Chirbo.
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(De'Unnero Jewels): Arimisia (from the Astral Plane) says, "She talks as fast as I think, thus the
whole fister issue."
(De'Unnero Jewels): You say, "O.O."
(De'Unnero Jewels): Arimisia (from the Astral Plane) says, "Filter."
(De'Unnero Jewels): You say, ">>."
(De'Unnero Jewels): You say, "<<."