Sergio Drabardi, the Ascension Gala Announcer says, "Please welcome to the Ascension Gala the ingenious Madame Nahid, a known slacker of the Magnagora."
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.
1) Something weird happened. This is known as a bug. 2) You posted it to the forums, against forum rules. 3) You got lectured for doing so and your post got deleted.
Calesta gives a gold sovereign to Sergio Drabardi, the Ascension Gala Announcer.
The crystal-clear voice of the announcer rings across the room: Please welcome to the Ascension Gala the wyrden Lord Calesta of House Ysav'rai, the Talons of Crow, a spectacular tipper!
A handsome waiter tells you, "I heard Estarra lets the Seals weaken on purpose. Otherwise She gets bored. If you want juicier gossip, you are going to have to give what you gave me, plus another 5000 gold."
In a corner, a number of guests begin to engage in a clumsy game of limbo, but quickly abandon this when the furrikin in the group removes any sense of a contest.
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Loredana d'Lardick adjusts her gown to show more cleavage and scuttles away to where Thorun has crashed into with haste.
Everyone is a genius. But if you judge a fish on its ability to climb a tree, it will live its whole life believing that it is stupid.
The crystal-clear voice of the announcer rings across the room: Please welcome to the Ascension Gala the ferocious Lady Ilistala, Predator of the Dark Woods, the fabled leopard!
Sergio Drabardi, the Ascension Gala Announcer exclaims, "Please welcome to the Ascension Gala the diabolical Lady Pectus of House Dawneye, the Striker of Most Glorious Poses, the Heart of the Party!"
You lightly peck the air beside each of Sergio Drabardi, the Ascension Gala Announcer's cheeks, greeting him formally.
The crystal-clear voice of the announcer rings across the room: Please welcome to the Ascension Gala the diabolical Lady Pectus of House Dawneye, the Striker of Most Glorious Poses, the Heart of the Party!
Korue Dragnet exclaims, "Down goes Korgrim, down goes Korgrim! For the first time ever the champion is down! This is unbelievable, this is the greatest upset in the history of the basin! This is like if Synkarin and Shuyin were to lose War, or Kaimanahi were to defect to Magnagora, or Arcanis were to spell it with two A's, no one saw this coming folks, no one!"
A handsome waiter tells you, "It may or may not be true that Trader Bob is paying me to take gold out of the economy. I guess that means the algontherine egg yolk is on me!"
I knew it!
Everyone is a genius. But if you judge a fish on its ability to climb a tree, it will live its whole life believing that it is stupid.
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SylandraJoin Queue for Mafia GamesThe Last Mafia Game
You give 10 gold sovereigns to a handsome waiter.
A handsome waiter tells you, "Rumor is, Sylandra came to a fancy Gala without enough money to hear
gossip. If you want juicier gossip, you are going to have to give what you gave me, plus another 40
"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."
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EveriineWise Old Swordsbird / BrontaurIndianapolis, IN, USA
Adasser, Wolverine's Mask holds the Flame of dae'Seren aloft and an emerald light shines forth, revealing a hazy hallway of ancient trees. As Adasser walks through the hallway, the trees close around Adasser, Wolverine's Mask and disappear.
Damnit, even Adasser beat me to it .
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.
Korgrim Gulnor vaults onto his hands and leans against Synkarin with his booty out. With all the might of a tornado, Korgrim Gulnor twerks, twerks, twerks, twerks.
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.
"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."
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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.
2) You posted it to the forums, against forum rules.
3) You got lectured for doing so and your post got deleted.
The crystal-clear voice of the announcer rings across the room: Please welcome to the Ascension Gala the wyrden Lord Calesta of House Ysav'rai, the Talons of Crow, a spectacular tipper!
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Loredana d'Lardick adjusts her gown to show more cleavage and scuttles away to where Thorun has crashed into with haste.
I knew it!
revealing a hazy hallway of ancient trees. As Adasser walks through the hallway, the trees close
around Adasser, Wolverine's Mask and disappear.
Damnit, even Adasser beat me to it
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
Tonight amidst the mountaintops
And endless starless night
Singing how the wind was lost
Before an earthly flight
A few passersby whistle appreciatively at Yarou while the sketch artists break sticks of coal in their haste.
You prop one of your hands upon the hip and strike a fierce pose upon the red carpet.
The artists set to sketching furiously, taking in the glory of Yarou.
You rest your hands behind your head, purse your lips, and strike an enticing pose.
A round of applause rises from an adoring crowd and someone throws a bouquet of flowers.
You prop one of your hands upon the hip and strike a fierce pose upon the red carpet.
Overwhelmed by it all, someone in the crowd faints and is quickly replaced by a new face pushing to the front.
Yarou: "Seeking to purchase one of the amazing red carpets featured at the Gala."
Sorry, ladies, he is taken.
Tonight amidst the mountaintops
And endless starless night
Singing how the wind was lost
Before an earthly flight