A large grey seal stares miserably up at you with huge, liquid eyes, and lets out a simple pitiful bark. Overcome by pathos and self-loathing, you fall to your knees, weeping and cursing yourself, and howling with pain. You are afflicted with sprawled.
Nymerya pops a seafoam green heart-shaped candy into her mouth, sucking and chewing on the vanilla
cream creation before finally swallowing. Suddenly her skin takes on a faint seafoam green sheen,
fading after a few moments to become barely noticeable.
An ecstatic Nymerya exclaims, "Spoon Me!!"
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"Ok!" Lavinya exclaims.
-spoon nym
You wrap Nymerya in your arms from behind and snuggle up against her comfortably.
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Haiden blinks.
- +30 mana
Lavinya wraps Nymerya in her arms from behind and snuggles up against her comfortably.
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Lavinya viciously smacks you about the chops.
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Lord Akyaevin n'Lochli says, "MY WIFE."
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Akyaevin wraps Nymerya in his arms from behind and snuggles up against her comfortably.
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Haiden shakes her head.
You say to Akyaevin, "You snooze, you lose."
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Leolamins utters a deep, rumbling laugh.
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.
I didn't install a carpet. It's better just to throw buckets of water on the floor and broom it down the stairs.
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.
"You are so much bigger than you think you are," She says, fervently. "You are a beacon of hope that shines through the world with every step you take. You are My beacon, Gabriella, and you shine even into the darkest of nightmares."
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The air sparkles with silver motes of light as a silken voice says, "You will see growth and strength where others will see weakness. You will walk with Us as a paragon of Serenwilde's power, for you have already walked this path before."
"You are so much bigger than you think you are," She says, fervently. "You are a beacon of hope that shines through the world with every step you take. You are My beacon, Gabriella, and you shine even into the darkest of nightmares."
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The air sparkles with silver motes of light as a silken voice says, "You will see growth and strength where others will see weakness. You will walk with Us as a paragon of Serenwilde's power, for you have already walked this path before."
(Clan): Avurekhos says, "I killed him with a leg." (Clan): Avurekhos says, "D:." (Clan): You say, "How..." (Clan): You say, "How the heck?!" (Clan): Rivius says, "Did you really >.>." (Clan): Avurekhos says, "I did." (Clan): Rivius says, "He actually died? >.>." (Clan): Avurekhos says, "Yes." (Clan): You say, "Did you log it? What was the deathsense? XD." (Clan): Rivius says, "You guys need to give him some more vitamins." (Clan): Avurekhos says, "Just that I killed him." (Clan): Avurekhos says, "Lyethal has been killed by Avurekhos." (Clan): Avurekhos says, ":(." (Clan): Rivius says, ""Lyethal has been brutally legged to death."" (Clan): You say, "Lyethal has humped a leg to death. >.>." (Clan): Ceana says, "..." (Clan): You say, "<.<." (Clan): Rivius says, "I actually went through that phase during late puppy-days." (Clan): Rivius says, "I mean what?" (Clan): Avurekhos says, "Haha." (Clan): You say, ">.>." (Clan): Avurekhos says, "I'm just going to pretend I didn't see/hear that." (Clan): Avurekhos says, ":3." (Clan): Ceana says, "Gabby, quote that."
"You are so much bigger than you think you are," She says, fervently. "You are a beacon of hope that shines through the world with every step you take. You are My beacon, Gabriella, and you shine even into the darkest of nightmares."
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The air sparkles with silver motes of light as a silken voice says, "You will see growth and strength where others will see weakness. You will walk with Us as a paragon of Serenwilde's power, for you have already walked this path before."
The laws of gravity tells you, "Have you seen an exotic crown of nacreous spires and tempest-dark amethysts?"
what
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.
So, I got second trade recently and took up tailoring. I checked out the cartel's design queue and saw a rejected one which I could not resist sharing, particularly since I doubt it will see the light of Lusternian day. So...
Item: Scarf Type: Accessories Org: Public Commodities: cloth 11 redtint 1 Mortal Reviews: Allowed Layer: OVERWEAR Bodyparts: neck IMPORTANT: The main noun MUST use one of these: SCARF Appearance: an incredibly manly pink scarf Dropped: A scarf of pink wool lies coiled here, like a super tough snake that could strike at any moment. Examined: Danger has a new look, and it's woollen, three feet long, and dyed a cherry blossom pink. This wool isn't soft, dainty wool; it's coarse and scratchy, a true testament to the rugged manliness of its wearer. The scarf's thickness will keep its wearer warm in the bitter cold, where the manliest of activities such as lumberjacking and polar bear wrestling take place. There are no embellishments or embroideries at all, because those are for sissy women and girly men, not champions of testosterone. It is the perfect accessory for flaunting one's overwhelming machismo. Comments: The Charites have returned your proposed design for further revisions. See DESIGN LIST <cartel>. The following comments were made regarding the design: The editorial tone of the Examined is certainly amusing but far from objective in tone.The overt reference to testosterone feels fairly out of place, as well.
Comments
Estarra the Eternal says, "Give Shevat the floor please."
You are afflicted with sprawled.
Whoever wrote this, hats off to you.
Azyurial has frozen into fatal catatonia, victim to a monstrous ice devil.
You see the death occur at a vast expanse of glistening white ice.
So polite, they didn't hit me AND they said hello!
The divine voice of Avechna, the Avenger reverberates powerfully, "Congratulations, Morkarion, you are the Bringer of Death indeed."
You see Estarra the Eternal shout, "Morkarion is no more! Mourn the mortal! But welcome True Ascendant Karlach, of the Realm of Death!
(clan): Thalkros says, "I'm the Eternal Commander."
(clan): Thalkros says, "I'm like Llandros except most everyone likes me."
You give a sugar crystal to Chieftess Ceana Myeras, Eagle Scout.
Ceana hums a happy tune.
You snuggle close to Ceana and lean comfortably on her.
You say, "Hello Cecebear."
Ceana licks a sugar crystal.
Chieftess Ceana Myeras, Eagle Scout laughingly says, "Hi hi."
You grab Ceana and twirl her about in utter glee.
Chieftess Ceana Myeras, Eagle Scout starts to thump her foot to some unheard music.
You give a trillingly melodic laugh.
You smile impishly and say, "Are we feeling bardic today?"
You sweep Ceana across the floor, dazzling her with your footwork.
Chieftess Ceana Myeras, Eagle Scout looks down at her foot surprisingly, watching the motion creep up her leg, bouncing up and down at the knees.
Chieftess Ceana Myeras, Eagle Scout looks perplexed as her belly starts wobbling left and right, unsure of what this "dance" could be.
You collapse at the feet of Ceana in a fit of uncontrollable giggles.
Chieftess Ceana Myeras, Eagle Scout begins to bob her head back and forth, her limbs taking a life of their own, hopping to the invisible beat.
Your eyes sparkle with amusement.
Chieftess Ceana Myeras, Eagle Scout raises one paw above her head, jumping up and down, crying, "Power to the honeybears!"
You roll on the floor, laughing.
Ceana nods her head sagely.
(She blamed the strangeness on the sugar cube. XD)
Zouviqil crosses her arms on her chest, sticks out her lower lip, and pouts.
You thrust your palm towards your forehead and hit it with a resounding *smack*!
Chief Everiine Silverwolf, the Wise says, "Well then..."
Dryly, you say, "Zouzou."
Dryly, you say, "Hush."
Your eyes sparkle with amusement at Zouviqil.
Zouviqil, Initiate of Spirit zips her lips.
Chief Everiine Silverwolf, the Wise says to Zouviqil, "If you had those attributes, you'd look more like Gorgulu than anything else."
You stare implacably at Everiine.
Zouviqil blinks.
You roll on the floor in front of Everiine, laughing.
Rivius (from the Prime Material Plane) says, [redacted]
Rivius (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "THAT IS TOO VULGAR FOR THE FORUMS."
God, I love induce sometimes.
Censored for the innocence of the forums.
The divine voice of Avechna, the Avenger reverberates powerfully, "Congratulations, Morkarion, you are the Bringer of Death indeed."
You see Estarra the Eternal shout, "Morkarion is no more! Mourn the mortal! But welcome True Ascendant Karlach, of the Realm of Death!
(Clan): Avurekhos says, "D:."
(Clan): You say, "How..."
(Clan): You say, "How the heck?!"
(Clan): Rivius says, "Did you really >.>."
(Clan): Avurekhos says, "I did."
(Clan): Rivius says, "He actually died? >.>."
(Clan): Avurekhos says, "Yes."
(Clan): You say, "Did you log it? What was the deathsense? XD."
(Clan): Rivius says, "You guys need to give him some more vitamins."
(Clan): Avurekhos says, "Just that I killed him."
(Clan): Avurekhos says, "Lyethal has been killed by Avurekhos."
(Clan): Avurekhos says, ":(."
(Clan): Rivius says, ""Lyethal has been brutally legged to death.""
(Clan): You say, "Lyethal has humped a leg to death. >.>."
(Clan): Ceana says, "..."
(Clan): You say, "<.<."
(Clan): Rivius says, "I actually went through that phase during late puppy-days."
(Clan): Rivius says, "I mean what?"
(Clan): Avurekhos says, "Haha."
(Clan): You say, ">.>."
(Clan): Avurekhos says, "I'm just going to pretend I didn't see/hear that."
(Clan): Avurekhos says, ":3."
(Clan): Ceana says, "Gabby, quote that."
Yes, ma'am.
Shaddus withdraw from society!
Shaddus has claimed a workshop.
Shaddus sketches pictures of amethysts.
If memory serves, the main coder in Achaea ran around with a can of bug spray, for instance.
Anyways... that's quite the verbose short description on that crown.
Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it.
Item: Scarf Type: Accessories Org: Public
Commodities: cloth 11 redtint 1
Mortal Reviews: Allowed
Layer: OVERWEAR Bodyparts: neck
IMPORTANT: The main noun MUST use one of these: SCARF
Appearance:
an incredibly manly pink scarf
Dropped:
A scarf of pink wool lies coiled here, like a super tough snake that could strike at any moment.
Examined:
Danger has a new look, and it's woollen, three feet long, and dyed a
cherry blossom pink. This wool isn't soft, dainty wool; it's coarse and
scratchy, a true testament to the rugged manliness of its wearer. The
scarf's thickness will keep its wearer warm in the bitter cold, where
the manliest of activities such as lumberjacking and polar bear
wrestling take place. There are no embellishments or embroideries at
all, because those are for sissy women and girly men, not champions of
testosterone. It is the perfect accessory for flaunting one's
overwhelming machismo.
Comments:
The Charites have returned your proposed design for further revisions. See DESIGN LIST <cartel>. The
following comments were made regarding the design:
The editorial tone of the Examined is certainly amusing but far from objective in tone.The overt
reference to testosterone feels fairly out of place, as well.