"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."
Speaking of the knights, Antris, the Falconer says, "They have the mandate and the shiny armour, they think they are so fine."
"Hmph!" Antris, the Falconer snorts.
Antris, the Falconer says, "All in good time, the Falconer will have the last word."
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.
Dandelion Sweetpease freezes up and then relaxes, a stupid grin on his face. "Oh it was nothing," he responds, "Just my usual day to day skunk catching with skunk catching... aunties.". He looks back to Crek for reassurance of the term.
Skunk Catcher Auntie Dylara, at your service.
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.
You caress a plush doll of Lhiannan Shee-Slaugh gently.
A plush doll of Lhiannan Shee-Slaugh smiles darkly at you, her thick red lips untwisting into an alluring, seductive smirk.
With your mighty index finger extended, you poke a plush doll of Glumki Thorneye, King of the Redcaps.
A cold shiver races down your spine as a sinister chuckle rumbles from the depths of a plush doll of Glumki Thorneye, King of the Redcaps before he hits you in the head with one of his stubby arms.
A plush doll of Lhiannan Shee-Slaugh says, "Father Nocht is as dark and terrible as Mother Night. Isn't it grand?"
A plush doll of Lhiannan Shee-Slaugh's mouth turns up as its face breaks into a smile.
A plush doll of Glumki Thorneye, King of the Redcaps says, "Stop harassin' me! Why don't ye go clean up after Gwyllgi?"
A plush doll of Glumki Thorneye, King of the Redcaps bats at you with his overstuffed arm.
You chirp happily at a plush doll of Crow.
You wince as a plush doll of Crow caws sharply, the sound still ringing in your ears long after it has quieted.
A plush doll of Crow quietly hops over to join a plush doll of Gwyllgi, the Dog of Darkness and vomits a ball of red stuffing.
A plush doll of Gwyllgi, the Dog of Darkness sniffs the red ball cautiously, then, accepting the token, wolfs it down eagerly.
"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."
"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."
"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."
Please refer back to her signature. Obviously Martial.
Yet the forum tag talks about the other version!
I think that perhaps it is intended to be both, and we are on the cusp of an aggressive Hallifaxian raiding campaign for brides and grooms with which to swell their population.
I think that perhaps it is intended to be both, and we are on the cusp of an aggressive Hallifaxian raiding campaign for brides and grooms with which to swell their population.
I will neither confirm nor deny these allegations.
Watch for Hallifax raiding other orgs for contractually obligated prospective marital servants.
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.
"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 may be able to convince @Cyndarin to move to Hallifax if they can guarantee us kids. We're hopeless in that regards
if you can make a kid with Ardmore, you can make a kid with anyone.
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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Estarra the Eternal says, "Give Shevat the floor please."
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.
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
You caress a plush doll of Lhiannan Shee-Slaugh gently.
A plush doll of Lhiannan Shee-Slaugh smiles darkly at you, her thick red lips untwisting into an alluring, seductive smirk.
With your mighty index finger extended, you poke a plush doll of Glumki Thorneye, King of the Redcaps.
A cold shiver races down your spine as a sinister chuckle rumbles from the depths of a plush doll of Glumki Thorneye, King of the Redcaps before he hits you in the head with one of his stubby arms.
A plush doll of Lhiannan Shee-Slaugh says, "Father Nocht is as dark and terrible as Mother Night. Isn't it grand?"
A plush doll of Lhiannan Shee-Slaugh's mouth turns up as its face breaks into a smile.
A plush doll of Glumki Thorneye, King of the Redcaps says, "Stop harassin' me! Why don't ye go clean up after Gwyllgi?"
A plush doll of Glumki Thorneye, King of the Redcaps bats at you with his overstuffed arm.
You chirp happily at a plush doll of Crow.
You wince as a plush doll of Crow caws sharply, the sound still ringing in your ears long after it has quieted.
A plush doll of Crow quietly hops over to join a plush doll of Gwyllgi, the Dog of Darkness and vomits a ball of red stuffing.
A plush doll of Gwyllgi, the Dog of Darkness sniffs the red ball cautiously, then, accepting the token, wolfs it down eagerly.
/me eyes himself.
Ixion tells you, "// I don't think anyone else had a clue, amazing form."
I think that perhaps it is intended to be both, and we are on the cusp of an aggressive Hallifaxian raiding campaign for brides and grooms with which to swell their population.
if you can make a kid with Ardmore, you can make a kid with anyone.