A little bit late, but some of the greatest hits from lleein & Co. during the play premiere.
Making direct eye contact with Angelique, as though ensuring she hears what he is saying, Isaac says, "You and I, though... We've both come too far not to keep on chasing our dreams. We shouldn't let anyone take those dreams away from us, least of all ourselves."
(Ministry of Marital Affairs): Falmiis says, "These two are flirting so hard with each other. This is adult only material in Hallifax."
(Ministry of Marital Affairs): Ileein says, "A calm, monotone voice announces, This is a reminder to all citizens that direct eye contact exceeding two seconds in duration is illegal without the presence of an approved chaperon."
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For a moment, they simply sit facing each other on the bench, smiling into each other's eyes with the look of two people discovering a kindred spirit. As the blush on both their cheeks gradually deepens, Isaac abruptly lets out an embarrassed-sounding cough and hastily glances away.
(Ministry of Marital Affairs): Ileein says, "A calm, monotone voice announces, This is a reminder to all citizens that direct eye contact exceeding ten seconds in duration is punishable by death."
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Angelique impulsively wraps her arms around Isaac in an enthusiastic hug, from which a startled Isaac at first tries to disentangle himself, only to quickly think better of it. Instead, his arms rise almost of their volition to hug her back.
(Ministry of Marital Affairs): Ileein says, "A calm, monotone voice announces, This is a reminder to all citizens that unauthorized hugging is punishable by immediate execution, and any sector of the city accidentally contaminated by such behaviour is subject to intensive sterilization."
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(Ministry of Marital Affairs): Falmiis says, "Wait did she never find out that Isaac was from Stewartsville?"
(Ministry of Marital Affairs): Ileein says, "I think they were too busy doing the horizontal study session."
(Ministry of Marital Affairs): Zyphora says, "She didn't need to know where he was from. Just where he was going. ...Into her pants."
...
(Ministry of Marital Affairs): Daraius says, "What is the moral of this story?"
(Ministry of Marital Affairs): Falmiis says, "I get what the moral is."
(Ministry of Marital Affairs): Falmiis says, "Marry whoever your family leaders tell you to."
(Ministry of Marital Affairs): Ileein says, "^."
(Ministry of Marital Affairs): Daraius says, "Very good."
"Anyone who gets antsy defending monks and isn't Lerad isn't worth paying attention to."
Actual quote from a player in an OOC media today.
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.
Hunnymilk (Female Human). She is 18 years old, having been born on the 7th of Shanthin, 429 years after the Coming of Estarra. She is unranked in Lusternia. She is an extremely credible character. She is a Serf in the Grand Empire of Hallifax. She is currently enrolled as a Student in the University of Cosmic Understanding. She is a Vagrant in the Fellowship of Explorers. She is surrounded by the Grace of Innocence. She is considered to be approximately 0% of your might. She is not currently active in any family.
Leaning in, you say, "Hold still..." Grasping the piercing needle firmly, you quickly jab it through Syriin's left ear. Syriin says, "Ow." Grasping the piercing needle firmly, you quickly jab it through Syriin's right ear. Syriin whines pitifully. Syriin takes some salve from a vial and rubs it on her head.
(Ad-Hoc): Falmiis says, "So I gotta know." (Ad-Hoc): Falmiis says, "Do mugwump have ears?" (Ad-Hoc): Shedrin says, "I'd guess 'pure' mugwump don't." (Ad-Hoc): You say, "Syriin is special." (Ad-Hoc): Syriin says, "Zyphora has just stabbed me in the head a few times if not." (Ad-Hoc): Shedrin says, ""Http://www.drummerworld.com/forums/attachment.php?attachmentid=69809&stc=1&d=1441817538."
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(Ministry of Marital Affairs): You say, "I hate Mario Kart because I'm shit at it which is why people always try to make me play it."
(Ministry of Marital Affairs): Irillia says, "Ahaha, Mario Kart. I always do pretty well right up until the point where I slam into a wall or tree."
(Ministry of Marital Affairs): Zyphora (from the Aetherways) says, "Rainbow road or bust."
(Ministry of Marital Affairs): Irillia says, "Oh God, always bust."
(Ministry of Marital Affairs): Irillia says, "That course was murder for me."
(Ministry of Marital Affairs): You say, "It was pretty tho!"
(Ministry of Marital Affairs): Irillia says, "Well yeah. Pretty and murderous."
(Ministry of Marital Affairs): Zyphora (from the Aetherways) says, "Spend more time falling into space than on the rainbow."
(Ministry of Marital Affairs): Zyphora (from the Aetherways) says, "Pretty and murderous: my life goal."
(Ministry of Marital Affairs): Zyphora (from the Aetherways) says, "I want to be rainbow road."
(Ministry of Marital Affairs): Irillia says, "Uh-oh. Zyphora the seductive serial killer. We heard it here first."
(Ministry of Marital Affairs): You say, "This explains your cult of sunshine and death."
(Ministry of Marital Affairs): Zyphora (from the Aetherways) says, "Yiss."
"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."
Junior Fellow Tamashi, M.TS says, "You see, in order to treat internal sunshine you must first identify which rainbow has the issue. Once locating the offending rainbow you can treat it and force the sunshine to clot and close the wound upon the rainbow."
You quickly unwrap a present wrapped in wire, which sprays glittering silver dust and cheerful confetti into the air, and excitedly store 924 horehound in your rift. You've unwrapped an EXCEPTIONAL present! Type PRESENTS to see your Gift Counter.
SCREW YOU LUSTERNIA. Horehound doesn't even do anything now.
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.
Invasion of the Stags! :-O Bearing flowers no less! What does he think this is, Serenwilde?!
You look up and see a massive stag gallop into the area and he nudges you expectantly. He shrugs forward and an elegant pink rose tumbles from his leather satchel into your hands. With a satisfied snort, he turns and sprints off from whence he came.
(It was cute, I giggled and it came from a previous conversation)
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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Message #3674 sent by Siam (received: 2016/08/10 19:22:22) Might we know what you were doing above the chasm in our woods?
(lol this might give you some context re: my tell, @Sylvanas)
"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."
Tau gives you the once-over, eyeing you suspiciously.
You tilt your head curiously.
Tau y'Kaliath, Enur Il'dal says, "You're not at the Glittering Web. What have you done with the real Dylara."
Tau lopes around you in a circle, sniffing alertly at you.
You cackle hellishly.
Tau y'Kaliath, Enur Il'dal says, "I shared my candy with you! how could you betray me like this?"
Tau creases her brow in a frown.
"Hmph!" Tau snorts.
You say, "I needed a vacation."
Tau y'Kaliath, Enur Il'dal says, "A vacation from what?"
You say, "The Glittering We."
You say, "We."
You cough softly.
Tau gives a trillingly melodic laugh.
You say, "WEB."
You say, "Had some WEBS in my throat obviously."
Tau y'Kaliath, Enur Il'dal opines, "Always check your carrion for spiders."
Tau nods her head emphatically.
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.
Such a pretty tree. It really makes me happy that @Lisaera created it.
Its every whorl and knot shimmering with an ethereal silver light, this tree grows tall and narrow, its canopy reaching haphazardly into the sky. Every leaf is different, allowing this otherworldly flora to flout the patterns of natural growth: willow fronds, moonhart leaves, pine needles, and mistletoe vines combine in beautiful displays of fae-like magic, coming together as stretched and distorted faces of fallen heroes. The tree grows grey and black in certain places, as well-- shadows flicker across the surface of the bark, drawing attention to the broken and mangled visages of those who would incur the wrath of nature. Their eyes a mess of rot and their lips twisted into howls of agony, the Tree of Autumn's End bears the faces of the misguided few as a testament to the might of Serenwilde: @Rolsand, @Feoragan, @Enadonella, @Athree, @Samyaza, @Averice, @Veldrin, @Veyils, @Salome, @Xenthos, @Versalean, @Stratas, @Kreesh. It weighs about 1000 pounds. A slender tree displaying the faces of the dead is holding: Nothing. It has the following aliases: tree.
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.
Pretty blatant attempt at trolling (note how he actually went out of his way to flag everyone on the list). /shrug. I marked it as a troll and moved on.
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The Inner Sea. I take commissions doe.
Actual quote from a player in an OOC media today.
I'm going to kill you
Sent By: Issey On 07/29/2:16
One day, love you mom
Mixed messages from murderspawn.
You look thoughtful and say, "And what are the defenders of beauty like? Do they hurl vituperative criticisms about your art and looks?"
Shedrin Windwhisper says, "Hmm hmm."
Falmiis Shevat says, "They are sirens, in a literal sense."
(Ministry of Marital Affairs): Zyphora says, "Weee-oooo weee-oooo ambulance sirens."
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She is 18 years old, having been born on the 7th of Shanthin, 429 years after the Coming of Estarra.
She is unranked in Lusternia.
She is an extremely credible character.
She is a Serf in the Grand Empire of Hallifax.
She is currently enrolled as a Student in the University of Cosmic Understanding.
She is a Vagrant in the Fellowship of Explorers.
She is surrounded by the Grace of Innocence.
She is considered to be approximately 0% of your might.
She is not currently active in any family.
Apparently we're the land of milk and hunnies?
Grasping the piercing needle firmly, you quickly jab it through Syriin's left ear.
Syriin says, "Ow."
Grasping the piercing needle firmly, you quickly jab it through Syriin's right ear.
Syriin whines pitifully.
Syriin takes some salve from a vial and rubs it on her head.
(Ad-Hoc): Falmiis says, "So I gotta know."
(Ad-Hoc): Falmiis says, "Do mugwump have ears?"
(Ad-Hoc): Shedrin says, "I'd guess 'pure' mugwump don't."
(Ad-Hoc): You say, "Syriin is special."
(Ad-Hoc): Syriin says, "Zyphora has just stabbed me in the head a few times if not."
(Ad-Hoc): Shedrin says, ""Http://www.drummerworld.com/forums/attachment.php?attachmentid=69809&stc=1&d=1441817538."
(Ministry of Marital Affairs): Irillia says, "Ahaha, Mario Kart. I always do pretty well right up until the point where I slam into a wall or tree."
(Ministry of Marital Affairs): Zyphora (from the Aetherways) says, "Rainbow road or bust."
(Ministry of Marital Affairs): Irillia says, "Oh God, always bust."
(Ministry of Marital Affairs): Irillia says, "That course was murder for me."
(Ministry of Marital Affairs): You say, "It was pretty tho!"
(Ministry of Marital Affairs): Irillia says, "Well yeah. Pretty and murderous."
(Ministry of Marital Affairs): Zyphora (from the Aetherways) says, "Spend more time falling into space than on the rainbow."
(Ministry of Marital Affairs): Zyphora (from the Aetherways) says, "Pretty and murderous: my life goal."
(Ministry of Marital Affairs): Zyphora (from the Aetherways) says, "I want to be rainbow road."
(Ministry of Marital Affairs): Irillia says, "Uh-oh. Zyphora the seductive serial killer. We heard it here first."
(Ministry of Marital Affairs): You say, "This explains your cult of sunshine and death."
(Ministry of Marital Affairs): Zyphora (from the Aetherways) says, "Yiss."
[Covenant] (Pyromancers): Cyndarin says, "That depends on what you need."
(Minstrels): You say, "Love and encouragement."
[Covenant] (Pyromancers): Cyndarin says, "Ask your father."
(Minstrels): You say, "I feel it."
Exasperated, you throw up your hands and sigh, "Women!"
Eolae utters a deep, rumbling laugh.
"Basala'oren Serynwodenhillirim..." sings Niina, playing a rousing march on a lustrous glass violin traced with silver scrollwork.
Eolae stares at you, exasperated, and sighs, "Women!"
Niina peers at you unscrupulously.
Niina peers at Eolae unscrupulously.
Eolae shuffles over to you and shyly takes your hand in his own.
Niina raises her nose slightly in the air, a haughty look on her face.
Druid Eolae, Aspirant of the White Buck says, "Maybe we should just.."
"Hmph!" Niina snorts.
"Pah" Eolae says to Niina as he waves her away.
Niina's eyes bulge out as she utters a strangled, "Gah!"
With a fierce cry, a rainbow gryphon flaps his silken wings dusted with diamond and flies off to the ether.
You say to Eolae, "All those male elfen crazed women out there would be distraught to lose two such handsome ones as ourselves to each other!"
Eolae nods his head at you, showing his acceptance.
confetti into the air, and excitedly store 924 horehound in your rift.
You've unwrapped an EXCEPTIONAL present! Type PRESENTS to see your Gift Counter.
SCREW YOU LUSTERNIA. Horehound doesn't even do anything now.
You look up and see a massive stag gallop into the area and he nudges you expectantly. He shrugs forward and an elegant pink rose tumbles from his leather satchel into your hands. With a satisfied snort, he turns and sprints off from whence he came.
(It was cute, I giggled and it came from a previous conversation)
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.
Might we know what you were doing above the chasm in our woods?
(lol this might give you some context re: my tell, @Sylvanas)
Tau gives you the once-over, eyeing you suspiciously.
You tilt your head curiously.
Tau y'Kaliath, Enur Il'dal says, "You're not at the Glittering Web. What have you done with the real Dylara."
Tau lopes around you in a circle, sniffing alertly at you.
You cackle hellishly.
Tau y'Kaliath, Enur Il'dal says, "I shared my candy with you! how could you betray me like this?"
Tau creases her brow in a frown.
"Hmph!" Tau snorts.
You say, "I needed a vacation."
Tau y'Kaliath, Enur Il'dal says, "A vacation from what?"
You say, "The Glittering We."
You say, "We."
You cough softly.
Tau gives a trillingly melodic laugh.
You say, "WEB."
You say, "Had some WEBS in my throat obviously."
Tau y'Kaliath, Enur Il'dal opines, "Always check your carrion for spiders."
Tau nods her head emphatically.
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.
market selling two wonder crystals, mmhmmm
(Market): You say, "Selling two Wonker crystals, mmhmmm."
Its every whorl and knot shimmering with an ethereal silver light, this tree grows tall and narrow, its canopy
reaching haphazardly into the sky. Every leaf is different, allowing this otherworldly flora to flout the patterns
of natural growth: willow fronds, moonhart leaves, pine needles, and mistletoe vines combine in beautiful displays
of fae-like magic, coming together as stretched and distorted faces of fallen heroes. The tree grows grey and black
in certain places, as well-- shadows flicker across the surface of the bark, drawing attention to the broken and
mangled visages of those who would incur the wrath of nature. Their eyes a mess of rot and their lips twisted into
howls of agony, the Tree of Autumn's End bears the faces of the misguided few as a testament to the might of
Serenwilde: @Rolsand, @Feoragan, @Enadonella, @Athree, @Samyaza, @Averice, @Veldrin, @Veyils, @Salome, @Xenthos, @Versalean, @Stratas, @Kreesh.
It weighs about 1000 pounds.
A slender tree displaying the faces of the dead is holding:
Nothing.
It has the following aliases: tree.
Vive l'apostrophe!