"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."
Xenthos also doesn't understand the simple beauty of being 18 again. Clearly, Falmiis takes after Grampa Xenthos. Pretty soon, he'll have an evil twin and everything.
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"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."
A ragged beggar exclaims, "Soup! May the Gods bless you! I've been starving for days!"
A ragged beggar puts a bowl of soup to his lips and begins slurping it down greedily.
A ragged beggar flushes with a slight purple shade and his eyes lose their focus.
A ragged beggar says, "What am I doing here? I need to find work! Please help me become a useful
member to society, Tynghall."
Real talk: is the soup alcohol? Because that same thing happens to me. I'm half ginger, so I blush easily; my eyes go out of focus when I'm drunk; and I get passionate about things I previously cared nothing about.
It took me 12 years, but I'm onto you, Lusternia....
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."
"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."
(The Shadow Kindred): Scanlan (from the Ethereal Plane) says, "Rubba Dub Dub, thanks for the grub, YAY GOD."
The apple is cold, crisp, and sour as the juices fill your mouth. As you consume the fruit, you glimpse, for a moment, a massive, shadowy figure, Her snow-white hair framing a perfect, icy-eyed visage. Beneath you, a vast, perfect web of silken strands lies - and, for a moment, you realize that you too are part of it, weaver and strand both - and home.
My cheese filled balls were the hit in my house the other night....you truly missed out @Salome
I'll bring the Parmesan next time. I enjoy lots with Italian food.
The apple is cold, crisp, and sour as the juices fill your mouth. As you consume the fruit, you glimpse, for a moment, a massive, shadowy figure, Her snow-white hair framing a perfect, icy-eyed visage. Beneath you, a vast, perfect web of silken strands lies - and, for a moment, you realize that you too are part of it, weaver and strand both - and home.
You will now be known as Druidess Dylara Stormcrow, Skunk-Catching Auntie, by order of Druid Crek Ysav'rai, Eye of Crow.
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.
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Halberdier Pejat Shevat says to Falmiis, "Perhaps you can pay someone trustworthy to purchase [your contract]."
You smile and say, "I do hope you are not implying that Marquis Shedrin is untrustworthy."
Shedrin Windwhisper says, "Define trustworthy."
honours thul
Thul d'Illici (Male Demigod).
He is the clan head of the clan called 'The Den of Regret.'
I'm just sayin'.
Estarra the Eternal says, "Give Shevat the floor please."
He is Xenthos' grandson.
I believe that is where you went wrong.
Ixion tells you, "// I don't think anyone else had a clue, amazing form."
You see the death occur at central hall of the World Library.
I love it.
(The Shadow Kindred): Scanlan (from the Ethereal Plane) says, "Rubba Dub Dub, thanks for the grub, YAY GOD."
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.
If olive oil comes from olives, where does baby oil come from?
If vegetarians eat vegetables, what do humanitarians eat?
You blink.
You pick up a cen rune.
You tell Druid Crek Ysav'rai, Eye of Crow, "Ow!"
Crek tells you, "Hmm?"
You tell Druid Crek Ysav'rai, Eye of Crow, "Was that not you?"
Crek tells you, "Was what not me?"
You tell Druid Crek Ysav'rai, Eye of Crow, "Hmm..."