Huffing indignantly, a morbidly obese black cat trundles in from the north.
A dark nighthag nods her head at Scanlan.
An illithoid scourge spares Scanlan a quick glance.
Scanlan exhales slowly, allowing a long fluid breath to creep from his lungs.
Scanlan gets down on one knee and, while holding forth a silver and sapphire ring, declares his eternal love for you, and asks you to marry him. Type AGREE if you will agree to marry him.
You joyfully accept Scanlan's proposal of marriage, and his gift of a silver and sapphire ring.
This thin ring has been crafted from a piece of blood red ruby. Though
dark in colour, when held in the right light, the stone appears nearly
translucent.
It has 81 months of usefulness left.
It weighs 2 ounce(s).
It bears the distinctive mark of Drunken Master Kalas Malarious, Kitten Avenger.
It is enchanted with the kingdom spell, holding 9 charges.
It has the following aliases: ring, band.
Master Scanlan Stormcrow, the Dirgesinger says, "I gave you the wrong ring."
Midnight shadows coalesce around a new day, and Mother Night embraces the land in utter darkness.
It is now the 5th of Vestian, 444 years after the Coming of Estarra.
Master Scanlan Stormcrow, the Dirgesinger says, "What a start."
Scanlan stands up and stretches his arms out wide.
You thrust your palm towards your forehead and hit it with a resounding *smack*!
Scanlan gives a midnight black ring etched with threads of silver to you.
You say, "Say that's ok."
Master Scanlan Stormcrow, the Dirgesinger says, "I had that one made for you."
Salome takes a deep breath and appears to swallow the air, seeming content for some moments before suddenly belching it back up powerfully. You cannot help but gag as the strong, repugnant and stale stench of rotting flesh wafts through the area.
You are wielding:
cudgel23385 : a mystic cudgel in your left hand.
powerstone235266 : a glowing powerstone in your right hand.
Huffing indignantly, a morbidly obese black cat trundles in from the north.
A dark nighthag nods her head at Scanlan.
An illithoid scourge spares Scanlan a quick glance.
Scanlan exhales slowly, allowing a long fluid breath to creep from his lungs.
Scanlan gets down on one knee and, while holding forth a silver and sapphire ring, declares his eternal love for you, and asks you to marry him. Type AGREE if you will agree to marry him.
You joyfully accept Scanlan's proposal of marriage, and his gift of a silver and sapphire ring.
This thin ring has been crafted from a piece of blood red ruby. Though
dark in colour, when held in the right light, the stone appears nearly
translucent.
It has 81 months of usefulness left.
It weighs 2 ounce(s).
It bears the distinctive mark of Drunken Master Kalas Malarious, Kitten Avenger.
It is enchanted with the kingdom spell, holding 9 charges.
It has the following aliases: ring, band.
Master Scanlan Stormcrow, the Dirgesinger says, "I gave you the wrong ring."
Midnight shadows coalesce around a new day, and Mother Night embraces the land in utter darkness.
It is now the 5th of Vestian, 444 years after the Coming of Estarra.
Master Scanlan Stormcrow, the Dirgesinger says, "What a start."
Scanlan stands up and stretches his arms out wide.
You thrust your palm towards your forehead and hit it with a resounding *smack*!
Scanlan gives a midnight black ring etched with threads of silver to you.
You say, "Say that's ok."
Master Scanlan Stormcrow, the Dirgesinger says, "I had that one made for you."
Salome takes a deep breath and appears to swallow the air, seeming content for some moments before suddenly belching it back up powerfully. You cannot help but gag as the strong, repugnant and stale stench of rotting flesh wafts through the area.
You are wielding:
cudgel23385 : a mystic cudgel in your left hand.
powerstone235266 : a glowing powerstone in your right hand.
I am best proposer ever, I have NO idea why it would give you the ring I was wearing and not the one in my inventory.
-sigh-
As for quotes, RE: Factions discussions earlier.
You say, "I don't kiss anyone."
Oneiroi leans close to you and gently lays a kiss upon your forehead.
You scowl miserably.
You say, "Except you."
You wink conspiratorially at Oneiroi.
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.
SAY (speaking in a harsh tone) You will bray for this, Fain.
Everyone sees: Speaking in a harsh tone, Sior says, "You will bray for this, Fain."
If you are using a prefatory phrase in conjunction with talking TO a person, you must use them in a specific order:
SAY TO FAIN (speaking in a harsh tone) You will bray for this.
Placing 'to Fain' after the prefatory phrase will not work.
So according to HELP SAYS, apparently Fain created donkeys and mules. Who knew?
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.
Fiddling with her teacup, Shifting Current Ino says, "You an' the Lady Sylandra have been busy, I see."
Shifting Current Ino says, "Lots of Shevats running amuck now."
Shifting Current Ino says, "You tol' me once you dreamed of the day that you could take over the city with your family alone, an' I dare say that day has come."
Daraius Shevat inclines his muzzle, regarding Ino with a slightly suspicious glance.
Daraius asks, "Did I say that?"
Ino's eyes twinkle enchantingly.
Shifting Current Ino says, "Some polite variation in tha' subtle way of yours."
Shifting Current Ino says, "You did."
Shifting Current Ino says, "I'm merely translating."
Ino winks knowingly.
The corners of Ino's mouth turn up as she grins mischievously.
Unable to keep his tail from thumping the floor behind him, Daraius says, "I did consider applying for the office of Treasurer, to bring us one step closer."
Ino laughs out loud.
Shifting Current Ino looks thoughtful and says to you, "Goodness, is it bad to laugh quite so loudly? I've noticed Irillia - tha' is, the Minister, seems to try and restrain herself from such things, so perhaps I am being ill-behaved at the moment."
Shifting Current Ino says, "It's been so long tha' I do not remember quite all the rules of proper etiquette any more."
Daraius wavers one paw noncommittally. "My wife is one of the most egregious offenders I know," he confesses.
Clearing his throat, Daraius says, "But I must correct the misconception that Sylandra and I have been busy doing anything to increase the number of Shevats running amok."
I mean, I usually work under the assumption that married couples with players who don't engage in those shenanigans just, ah, explore that aspect 'offscreen', so to speak.
Luce wouldn't because of the physical contact thing (he's getting better), but, like, some of my alts who were married? Yeah, they probably got up to all kinds of hanky and/or panky while the players weren't logged in.
"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."
Sometimes they mail a formal application for adoption to you, complete with descriptions of their qualifications and family suitability and everything. Then we conduct a series of adoption interviews before snatching them up greedi...ahem, I mean, making them an official offer for adoption.
It's kind of trippy, but also adorable. And it's so very Hallifaxian.
Well shoot. Time to retire Tark if that's the case.
Don't you dare.
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.
Sidd and I try to lure other people's kids into our van with candy and drugs.
No luck so far.
And booze. Lots of booze.
And the promise of being carried into TA by an awesome war team. Still no go.
Edit: Apparently being handed TA isn't comparable to being the spawn of a dog.
I'm waiting for my candy, drugs and booze please. Also TA.
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.
"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 personally witnessed @Daraius stamping an origami package with one of my platters with his personal seal and the Shevat one, and I got the impression he didn't have any more he felt he could legally use.
Also, I think I qualify for the Hallifax one by dint of Trade Minister, but I'm not sure who to ask about that...
I personally witnessed @Daraius stamping an origami package with one of my platters with his personal seal and the Shevat one, and I got the impression he didn't have any more he felt he could legally use.
Also, I think I qualify for the Hallifax one by dint of Trade Minister, but I'm not sure who to ask about that...
I don't think ministers can, but ask your favorite bookbinder. If he's mechanically capable of making the stamp for you, you're legally authorized to use it.
Oh, ninja'd.
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(The Shadow Kindred): Dylara says, "Wobble, wobble."
Huffing indignantly, a morbidly obese black cat trundles in from the north.
A dark nighthag nods her head at Scanlan.
An illithoid scourge spares Scanlan a quick glance.
Scanlan exhales slowly, allowing a long fluid breath to creep from his lungs.
Scanlan gets down on one knee and, while holding forth a silver and sapphire ring, declares his eternal love for you, and asks you to marry him. Type AGREE if you will agree to marry him.
You joyfully accept Scanlan's proposal of marriage, and his gift of a silver and sapphire ring.
This thin ring has been crafted from a piece of blood red ruby. Though
dark in colour, when held in the right light, the stone appears nearly
translucent.
It has 81 months of usefulness left.
It weighs 2 ounce(s).
It bears the distinctive mark of Drunken Master Kalas Malarious, Kitten Avenger.
It is enchanted with the kingdom spell, holding 9 charges.
It has the following aliases: ring, band.
Master Scanlan Stormcrow, the Dirgesinger says, "I gave you the wrong ring."
Midnight shadows coalesce around a new day, and Mother Night embraces the land in utter darkness.
It is now the 5th of Vestian, 444 years after the Coming of Estarra.
Master Scanlan Stormcrow, the Dirgesinger says, "What a start."
Scanlan stands up and stretches his arms out wide.
You thrust your palm towards your forehead and hit it with a resounding *smack*!
Scanlan gives a midnight black ring etched with threads of silver to you.
You say, "Say that's ok."
Master Scanlan Stormcrow, the Dirgesinger says, "I had that one made for you."
Salome takes a deep breath and appears to swallow the air, seeming content for some moments before suddenly belching it back up powerfully. You cannot help but gag as the strong, repugnant and stale stench of rotting flesh wafts through the area.
You are wielding:
cudgel23385 : a mystic cudgel in your left hand.
powerstone235266 : a glowing powerstone in your right hand.
You are holding:
"package252422" a soaring kestrel package (wetfold origami)
"package70382" a soaring kestrel package (wetfold origami)
"package47095" a soaring kestrel package (wetfold origami)
"ring187830" a silver and sapphire ring
"ring204255" a midnight black ring etched with threads of silver
You are wearing:
"wreath152754" a shimmering wreath of seashells
"ring196502" a thin ruby band
"ring250074" a thin ruby band
"ring200820" a braided ring of onyx and pearl
Type MORE to continue reading. (65% shown)
The stench of carrion coming from Salome abruptly fades away.
Brennan Stormcrow cocks his head to one side, looking Dylara over with an appraising stare.
Brennan Stormcrow exclaims, "Mighty Crow has his eye upon you, Dark Savant!"
A dark nighthag nods her head at Dylara.
A dark nighthag nods her head at Dylara.
A shadowlord widowrider nods his head at Dylara.
Dylara lays her hands upon the Master Ravenwood Tree. The air around her sparkles and fills with a thrumming buzz.
You give a silver and sapphire ring to Master Scanlan Stormcrow, the Dirgesinger.
Scanlan slips into a silver and sapphire ring.
Scanlan's mouth turns up as his face breaks into a smile.
The shadow of Dylara suddenly grows longer.
The curled corpse of a spider falls to the ground from the branches of the Master Ravenwood Tree.
You say, "That is your I think."
Tempered until it resembles the deepest black of night, the metal of
this ring had been carefully polished to a mirror like quality. Inlaid
within the dark metal are various strands of silver, etching out the
various designs about the ring and giving it a mysterious and ancient
look. Forming the semblance of two hands protruding from decorated
cuffs, the silver threads weave the fingertips towards each other, each
unto the side of a silver bordered heart which is held tenderly between
them. Adorning the crest of the heart's curves lies a silver crown,
inlaid with various gems no larger that the point of a quill, giving a
very regal and majestic look to the meekness of the heart it rests upon.
Weaving their way around the rest of the ring from one cuff to the
other, silver vines wrap about the ring, tiny roses blooming forth
periodically out of the thorny growth. Just barely visible, directly
opposite the tenderly grasped heart, lies a single silver spider web
with a black widow etched into its centre, its tiny, glinting eyes
glowing with a mysterious light at all times.
It has 187 months of usefulness left.
It weighs 2 ounce(s).
It bears the distinctive mark of Druidess Dylara Stormcrow, the Wyrden Menace.
It has been stamped with the seal of The Glitterweb Jewelry Cartel.
It has the following aliases: ring, band.
Scanlan nods his head sagely.
A black direwolf tilts back his head in a low, resonant howl.
The shadow of Dylara suddenly grows longer.
The curled corpse of a spider falls to the ground from the branches of the Master Ravenwood Tree.
Master Scanlan Stormcrow, the Dirgesinger says, "You got the nice one with all the fancy work on it."
Salome Shee-Slaugh, Mother of Monsters says to Silvanus, "I've got my eye on you."
Pressing her hands together before her, Salome bows her head and an emerald glow suffuses the area around her chest.
Salome nods her head emphatically.
You have gained the following abilities in Crow:
Crowtongue Speak in the language of Crow.
TotemCarve Carve trees into totem poles.
Cloak Create a cloak of crow feathers.
Perch Perch upon the branches and be still as death.
Bonding Bond with the commune's totem poles.
Birdseye See those on the ground from above.
Crowsfeet A ceremony that lets you see what is not there.
Squall Raise a squall upon the winds.
Crowsnest Build your nest at your bonded totem pole.
Spiderweb A ceremony to bond with the spider spirit.
Decoy Escape using Crow's clever trick of a decoy.
Regurgitate Nourish yourself on the carrion stored in your stomach.
Trickster Crow is the trickster and now so are you.
Scavenger Track and hunt your dying prey.
Bonenose A ceremony to strengthen your bones.
Hibernate You can enter a mystic state to commune with your nest.
NestReturn Return to the nest, my little darlings.
Eyepeck Peck out the eyes of your foes.
Deathmask A ceremony to capture the energies of death.
Spew The rancid perfume of your carrion will be your boon.
DarkRebirth Bind yourself with a dark spirit in a ritual rebirth.
Spy An eye for a spy is one of Crow's great gifts.
CarrionStench Spread the stench of carrion to your foes.
Disease Carry diseases within and spread them.
NestCall Temporarily summon your nest to new branches.
Crowform From the black egg, you shall be made anew.
AB CROW <ability> for more information on an ability.
A massive, ghostly white crow glares around with his one malevolent eye.
Salome ponders for a moment and says "Hrm..."
CROW - EYEPECK
Syntax: CROW EYEPECK <target>
CROWSNEST TRACK <eyeball|name of target>
EYELIST
Power: 3 (to eyepeck) (Master Ravenwood)
Carrion: 10 (to track)
While in the form of a crow, you can peck out the eyes of your enemies.
Because of the physiognomy of krokani, they are immune to such attacks.
Further, you can use eyeballs to track the movements of the eyeball's
owner if the eyeball is on the floor of your nest, but be aware that
doing this consumes carrion at a fast rate on top of the initial carrion
cost.
Salome attaches a teardrop sigil to a sapphire vial.
Salome takes some salve from a vial and rubs it on her head.
You are dismayed as a shadowcatcher web turns to dust in your hands.
You say, "Raise staff isn't great in battle, but if you melded there is the tree one."
Salome nods her head emphatically.
Salome Shee-Slaugh, Mother of Monsters says, "Right."
You say, "Treelife? oro Treebane?"
You say, "Some get the name wrong."
You have gained the following abilities in Druidry:
Mulch As caretaker of the sacred trees, sacrifices must be made.
Treebourne The canopy is as much your home as anywhere.
Infestation Infest forests with the grace of the dark forest.
Forest Sprout forests in nearly any environment.
Meld Merge your magics with the forest.
Influence Increase your sway over others in your demesne.
Briars Spring up walls of briars.
Dissolve Easily remove an aura of protection around another.
Roots Command the tree roots to attack burrowed enemies.
Centre Move to the centre of your demesne.
SeedCloud Release a cloud of allergenic seeds.
Sapling Populate the forests with thriving trees.
Runes Affix mystical runes upon your totem.
Murder Call down a murder of crows to descend upon your prey.
Spores Hallucinogenic mushroom spores affect the mind.
Monitor Monitor the state of your foe.
Totem Summon your totem animal.
Pollen Irritate the allergies of others.
Treelife Bring combat into the tree tops.
Treebane Throw your tree-climbing foes onto the ground.
Thorns Thorny vines attack your foes.
IntoxicatingFlower Your enemy can't help but follow the smell of this flower.
Spiders Call up millions of poisonous spiders.
Swarm Wasps and bees descend upon your enemies.
Cudgel Summon the ultimate weapon of the druids.
Sap Slow down your opponents with sticky sap.
Wasps "Of all the venomous creatures, so few can fly." - Brennan
Storm Strike down your enemies with lightning strikes.
Thornrend Unleash the power of the vines!
Regrowth Cast the powers of the forests in one spell.
AB DRUIDRY <ability> for more information on an ability.
You say, "Treelife."
The Portal of Fate flashes as Rit steps through, now ready to begin a fresh life in Lusternia.
You say, "But usually people don't want you to do that."
Odd sounds echo through the gloomy forest, their source undetermined.
(The Shadow Kindred): Dylara says, "Wobble, wobble."
Huffing indignantly, a morbidly obese black cat trundles in from the north.
A dark nighthag nods her head at Scanlan.
An illithoid scourge spares Scanlan a quick glance.
Scanlan exhales slowly, allowing a long fluid breath to creep from his lungs.
Scanlan gets down on one knee and, while holding forth a silver and sapphire ring, declares his eternal love for you, and asks you to marry him. Type AGREE if you will agree to marry him.
You joyfully accept Scanlan's proposal of marriage, and his gift of a silver and sapphire ring.
This thin ring has been crafted from a piece of blood red ruby. Though
dark in colour, when held in the right light, the stone appears nearly
translucent.
It has 81 months of usefulness left.
It weighs 2 ounce(s).
It bears the distinctive mark of Drunken Master Kalas Malarious, Kitten Avenger.
It is enchanted with the kingdom spell, holding 9 charges.
It has the following aliases: ring, band.
Master Scanlan Stormcrow, the Dirgesinger says, "I gave you the wrong ring."
Midnight shadows coalesce around a new day, and Mother Night embraces the land in utter darkness.
It is now the 5th of Vestian, 444 years after the Coming of Estarra.
Master Scanlan Stormcrow, the Dirgesinger says, "What a start."
Scanlan stands up and stretches his arms out wide.
You thrust your palm towards your forehead and hit it with a resounding *smack*!
Scanlan gives a midnight black ring etched with threads of silver to you.
You say, "Say that's ok."
Master Scanlan Stormcrow, the Dirgesinger says, "I had that one made for you."
Salome takes a deep breath and appears to swallow the air, seeming content for some moments before suddenly belching it back up powerfully. You cannot help but gag as the strong, repugnant and stale stench of rotting flesh wafts through the area.
You are wielding:
cudgel23385 : a mystic cudgel in your left hand.
powerstone235266 : a glowing powerstone in your right hand.
You are holding:
"package252422" a soaring kestrel package (wetfold origami)
"package70382" a soaring kestrel package (wetfold origami)
"package47095" a soaring kestrel package (wetfold origami)
"ring187830" a silver and sapphire ring
"ring204255" a midnight black ring etched with threads of silver
You are wearing:
"wreath152754" a shimmering wreath of seashells
"ring196502" a thin ruby band
"ring250074" a thin ruby band
"ring200820" a braided ring of onyx and pearl
Type MORE to continue reading. (65% shown)
The stench of carrion coming from Salome abruptly fades away.
Brennan Stormcrow cocks his head to one side, looking Dylara over with an appraising stare.
Brennan Stormcrow exclaims, "Mighty Crow has his eye upon you, Dark Savant!"
A dark nighthag nods her head at Dylara.
A dark nighthag nods her head at Dylara.
A shadowlord widowrider nods his head at Dylara.
Dylara lays her hands upon the Master Ravenwood Tree. The air around her sparkles and fills with a thrumming buzz.
You give a silver and sapphire ring to Master Scanlan Stormcrow, the Dirgesinger.
Scanlan slips into a silver and sapphire ring.
Scanlan's mouth turns up as his face breaks into a smile.
The shadow of Dylara suddenly grows longer.
The curled corpse of a spider falls to the ground from the branches of the Master Ravenwood Tree.
You say, "That is your I think."
Tempered until it resembles the deepest black of night, the metal of
this ring had been carefully polished to a mirror like quality. Inlaid
within the dark metal are various strands of silver, etching out the
various designs about the ring and giving it a mysterious and ancient
look. Forming the semblance of two hands protruding from decorated
cuffs, the silver threads weave the fingertips towards each other, each
unto the side of a silver bordered heart which is held tenderly between
them. Adorning the crest of the heart's curves lies a silver crown,
inlaid with various gems no larger that the point of a quill, giving a
very regal and majestic look to the meekness of the heart it rests upon.
Weaving their way around the rest of the ring from one cuff to the
other, silver vines wrap about the ring, tiny roses blooming forth
periodically out of the thorny growth. Just barely visible, directly
opposite the tenderly grasped heart, lies a single silver spider web
with a black widow etched into its centre, its tiny, glinting eyes
glowing with a mysterious light at all times.
It has 187 months of usefulness left.
It weighs 2 ounce(s).
It bears the distinctive mark of Druidess Dylara Stormcrow, the Wyrden Menace.
It has been stamped with the seal of The Glitterweb Jewelry Cartel.
It has the following aliases: ring, band.
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.
Everyone sees:
Speaking in a harsh tone, Sior says, "You will bray for this, Fain."
If you are using a prefatory phrase in conjunction with talking TO a person, you must use them in a
specific order:
SAY TO FAIN (speaking in a harsh tone) You will bray for this.
Placing 'to Fain' after the prefatory phrase will not work.
So according to HELP SAYS, apparently Fain created donkeys and mules. Who knew?
Estarra the Eternal says, "Give Shevat the floor please."
Estarra the Eternal says, "Give Shevat the floor please."
Estarra the Eternal says, "Give Shevat the floor please."
...Why, what do you guys do? O:-)
And booze. Lots of booze. And the promise of being carried into TA by an awesome war team. Still no go.
Don't you dare.
Estarra the Eternal says, "Give Shevat the floor please."