Morgfyre wore a black and golden tiger mask and was part of the "Golden Ones" so he seems a good guess. Also had golden eyes. I dunno anything about him in game, but I do like the histories!
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.
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.
Lifting a dainty hand to finger your neckline, you glance at a plush doll of Marani Veloske with uncertain disdain.
A plush doll of Marani Veloske regards you with an imperious nod, a cruel smile curving her features.
A plush doll of Marani Veloske exclaims, "Come now, Luciphage, you know you want to look good!"
A plush doll of Marani Veloske reaches for a plush doll of Luciphage who cringes away.
Aghast, a plush doll of Luciphage winces, "Please no, not the hairbrush again!"
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.
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.
Shimmering and translucent, this ethereal lollipop seems to only half exist in this world. Its tantalizing silver candy ball awaits a wayward tongue, though one must wonder if said tongue would just pass through it.
It weighs 2 ounce(s).
It has the following aliases: candy, lollipop.
You see the following people here:
Pash, Breandryn.
As you scoop up an ethereal lollipop, it shakes about in your hands, almost as if it's dancing.
Pash peers about herself unscrupulously.
You have emoted: Breandryn's head dips in a slight nod as she balls her fingers in her sleeves, one arm hesitantly lifting towards her cheek. She draws in a slow breath, eyes closing, and then begins to wipe at the soot across her cheeks - her hand jerks, then, suddenly shaking as the lollipop distracts her, fingers pulling away as if of their own accord. She blinks her eyes open and lets out a small squeak of surprise.
Much like you, Pash reacts with surprise to the mystical lollipop that has crossed their paths, her oversized eyes blinking slowly in her mugwumpish befuddlement. "...someone is giving away candy?" she murmurs.
The lollipop continues to shake in your hands, its ethereal presence seemingly becoming impatient.
You have emoted: Breandryn's hand unfolds to leave the lollipop free to continue its dancing shake, eyes wide as she stares at the candy. "Should...Should I eat it?" she asks Pash, licking her lips. Her voice is an odd mixture of nervous and...almost lustful, eyes shining with a keen interest.
The lollipop seems to nod in your hands.
"That is what lollipops are made for," Pash admits to you, watching the wiggling candy. Her long tongue flicks out, not to lick it, but simply to wet her lips. "Yes, I think if it came to us, it must be a gift."
You have emoted: Breandryn seems almost hypnotized by the candy, her own curiosity getting the best of her. Tentatively, she lifts it to her mouth, taking a cautious lick.
You lick an ethereal lollipop.
You have emoted: Breandryn hasn't died yet (granted, it's only been seconds) and that seems to be enough for her. Into her mouth properly the candy goes as she lets out a quiet giggle.
After eating an ethereal lollipop, your eyes close dreamily as you fall to the floor, asleep and unconscious.
You lose purchase on a mottled black manticore with a short-cut, yellow mane.
You are afflicted with sprawled.
Your insomnia has cleared up.
A dreamy dark chocolate macaron descends, resting on a golden disc of pure light.
You have emoted: Breandryn's eyes widen. "Pash," she breathes. "You try this one!"
Pash gives a dreamy dark chocolate macaron the once-over, eyeing it suspiciously.
Pash picks up a dreamy dark chocolate macaron.
Pash looks to you with some alarm, then the macaron, sniffing at it momentarily.
After eating a dreamy dark chocolate macaron, Pash closes her eyes dreamily and falls to the floor, asleep and unconscious.
Pash's eyes close suddenly as she falls asleep.
Pash has left the area.
A dedicated scholar has taught Pash the hard facts of life. Or rather, death.
You see the death occur at meandering streams within the forest.
A dreamy dark chocolate macaron rolls in from the southwest.
Infused with a sleep-inducing valerian and a touch of lavender, this macaron is a perfect pillowy cookie. Dark chocolate decadence in a tiny container, this confection appears innocent with a wash of edible gold. The surface glistens tantalisingly as it perfumes the air in somnolent and alluring aromas that entice the taste buds. It has 1 months of usefulness left. It weighs about 1 pounds and 14 ounce(s). It has the following aliases: macaron.
You sniff a dreamy dark chocolate macaron, trying to decipher just what that smell emanating from it is.
Library of Universal Knowledge. A deep, ominous song hangs heavy in the air, warning of the presence of a war shrine of Isune nearby. Banks of clouds roil about here. Seemingly without a ceiling, this library can safely be described as tall, only a crystal staircase extending to its highest point, and perhaps reaching it. The walls are invisible, completely fenced out by fully-stacked bookcases of the most shiny of metals. Books fill each shelf and beside them are crystalline discs, memory crystal replicas of the original works. Upon the ground floor stands a series of wide, white desks. Processing machines and memory-readers litter the desks' surfaces, each of which are attached to filigreed, glass screens to facilitate reading. Unsurprisingly, an oppressive feeling of silence overwhelms the library. A library catalogue rests here on a pedestal. A silken skybloom chair stands here invitingly. Lovely and businesslike, a writing desk inlaid with pearlescent skyblooms stands here against a wall. A cloaked statue of the Enigma stands here in memorial to His sacrifice. Aromatic and luscious, a dreamy dark chocolate macaron awaits. You may use the LIBRARY commands here. You see exits leading northeast, southeast, southwest, northwest, up, and down (open door).
You have emoted: Portius raises one lone eyebrow at this mysterious confection.
A dreamy dark chocolate macaron continues rolling around the library, occasionally jumping of its own accord.
You say, "Hm. On one hand, I was always taught not to trust mysterious, mobile food on the floor. On the other hand, it's liable to make a mess on a book if I don't get rid of it."
You say, "And there aren't even any forestals or peasants to feed it to."
A dark chocolate macaron begins to melt out the sides, endangering all the books.
You give a pained sigh.
You say, "The things I do for Hallifax."
You pick up a dreamy dark chocolate macaron.
After eating a dreamy dark chocolate macaron, your eyes close dreamily as you fall to the floor, asleep and unconscious. You feel incredibly tired, and fall asleep immediately. You traverse the boundary between reality and dreams.
Any sufficiently advanced pun is indistinguishable from comedy.
A dreamy dark chocolate macaron rolls in from the southwest. 8460h, 8940m, 6540e, 10p, 25360en, 25360w Belrx- toe macaron You nudge a dreamy dark chocolate macaron with your foot, checking for signs of life. 8460h, 8940m, 6540e, 10p, 25360en, 25360w Belrx-g macaron You pick up a dreamy dark chocolate macaron. 8460h, 8940m, 6540e, 10p, 25360en, 25360w Belrx-p macaron Infused with a sleep-inducing valerian and a touch of lavender, this macaron is a perfect pillowy cookie. Dark chocolate decadence in a tiny container, this confection appears innocent with a wash of edible gold. The surface glistens tantalisingly as it perfumes the air in somnolent and alluring aromas that entice the taste buds. It has 1 months of usefulness left. It weighs about 1 pounds and 14 ounce(s). It has the following aliases: macaron. 8460h, 8940m, 6540e, 10p, 25360en, 25360w Belrx- The luscious smell of chocolate wafts from a dreamy dark chocolate macaron. 8460h, 8940m, 6540e, 10p, 25360en, 25360w Belrx- A dreamy dark chocolate macaron shakes in your hands, almost as if dancing. 8460h, 8940m, 6540e, 10p, 25360en, 25360w Belrx-sigh You give a pained sigh. 8460h, 8940m, 6540e, 10p, 25360en, 25360w Belrx-eat macaron After eating a dreamy dark chocolate macaron, your eyes close dreamily as you fall to the floor, asleep and unconscious. You remain in control of your mind and do not let sleep overtake you. 8300h, 8940m, 6540e, 10p, 25360en, 25360w Belrxp-(-160h, 2.6%) A few stray feathers float through the air, borne upon a cold wind. 8300h, 8940m, 6540e, 10p, 25360en, 25360w Belrxp-hum You hum a happy tune. 8300h, 8940m, 6540e, 10p, 25360en, 25360w Belrxp-stand You stand up and stretch your arms out wide. 8300h, 8940m, 6540e, 10p, 25360en, 25360w Belrx-
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.
The floor shakes as you fire a blast that slams into The Great Arachnid [ilosia]. The Great Arachnid [ilosia] suddenly collapses on herself! The Great Arachnid has been destroyed by Enigma's Gambit. Pash has died in the imploded wreckage of The Great Arachnid. You see the death occur at A giant spider nest. (?) Veyils has died in the imploded wreckage of The Great Arachnid. You see the death occur at Through the eyes of Ilosia. (?) Zilias has died in the imploded wreckage of The Great Arachnid. You see the death occur at Within the hidden mist of Ilosia. (?) Tirah has died in the imploded wreckage of The Great Arachnid. You see the death occur at Precipice overlooking the spider forest. (?) Kalaneya has died in the imploded wreckage of The Great Arachnid. You see the death occur at Within the right chelicera. (?) Enadonella has died in the imploded wreckage of The Great Arachnid. You see the death occur at The narrow passage of the arachnid's waist. (?) Ollie has died in the imploded wreckage of The Great Arachnid. You see the death occur at Within the left chelicera. (?)
---
The vortex below Enigma's Gambit [Gambit] suddenly collapses in on itself, forming a stream of pulsating energy which streaks down onto the world below, blasting the energies within the Ring of Wasting Dissolution. A column of brilliant light shoots up from the Matrix as it synchronises with the energies of the Ring of Wasting Dissolution.
HOLY GOD thank you @Ciaran@Irillia and @Urdnot that was a blast. HALLIFAX REIGNING AETHERSPACE CHAMPIONS MAN.
I'm really hype.
(edit: thank you saz and co. for the bit of assistance. I'm sorry we let you die :c )
Glomdoring is always willing to take in new members @Aramel, we have all the baby-murder/sacrifice you could ever want. You can even grow your own if stealing children is where you draw the line.
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.
"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."
An overweight bizarrely-dressed man is here. A laid-back, ridiculously-dressed man is here.
You see exits leading south and up.
"constable104656" an overweight, bizarrely-dressed man
"constable111649" a laid-back, ridiculously-dressed man
As rotund as he is amiable, this gentleman is dressed in a rather peculiar ensemble. A rust-hued suit of worn suede makes him stand out in any crowd but it is the pattern of tiny gold-painted wooden cogs sewn throughout that is the real shocker. Altogether he looks rather like someone has pinned him with needles but it takes little off his demeanor.
An overweight, bizarrely-dressed man appears to lack strength.
He weighs about 157 pounds.
He is loyal to the Grand Dominion of Magnagora.
You cannot see what an overweight, bizarrely-dressed man is holding.
It has the following aliases: constable, guard, man.
You curtsey gracefully before an overweight, bizarrely-dressed man.
Dressed to the nines, this laid-back individual is sporting a rather outrageous outfit. A perfectly-acceptable black tuxedo is ruined by the addition of a sizable plush sash. Sewn from worn velvet, the golden sash is a fluffy accessory in the shape of a cog that adds significant volume to the slender man's figure.
A laid-back, ridiculously-dressed man appears to lack strength.
He weighs about 157 pounds.
He is loyal to the Grand Dominion of Magnagora.
You cannot see what a laid-back, ridiculously-dressed man is holding.
It has the following aliases: constable, guard, man.
Unable to help her gawking, you say to an overweight, bizarrely-dressed man, "Magnagora's guards have an interesting dress code."
Winking, a laid-back, ridiculously-dressed man says, "Commissioner told us to come incognito."
A laid-back, ridiculously-dressed man says, "Get it?"
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I'm a consent-based roleplayer! Kindly ask first, and I will return the favour. Open to developing tinyplots.
Atlantis is my client of choice! (Guide)
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.
3. Letgo
I feel like that's a step away from:
Gudogg
Droppitt
Notondacarpit
A plush doll of Marani Veloske regards you with an imperious nod, a cruel smile curving her features.
A plush doll of Marani Veloske reaches for a plush doll of Luciphage who cringes away.
Aghast, a plush doll of Luciphage winces, "Please no, not the hairbrush again!"
Vive l'apostrophe!
A dreamy dark chocolate macaron rolls in from the southwest.
Infused with a sleep-inducing valerian and a touch of lavender, this macaron is a perfect pillowy
cookie. Dark chocolate decadence in a tiny container, this confection appears innocent with a wash
of edible gold. The surface glistens tantalisingly as it perfumes the air in somnolent and alluring
aromas that entice the taste buds.
It has 1 months of usefulness left.
It weighs about 1 pounds and 14 ounce(s).
It has the following aliases: macaron.
You sniff a dreamy dark chocolate macaron, trying to decipher just what that smell emanating from it
is.
Library of Universal Knowledge.
A deep, ominous song hangs heavy in the air, warning of the presence of a war shrine of Isune nearby.
Banks of clouds roil about here. Seemingly without a ceiling, this library can safely be described
as tall, only a crystal staircase extending to its highest point, and perhaps reaching it. The walls
are invisible, completely fenced out by fully-stacked bookcases of the most shiny of metals. Books
fill each shelf and beside them are crystalline discs, memory crystal replicas of the original works.
Upon the ground floor stands a series of wide, white desks. Processing machines and memory-readers
litter the desks' surfaces, each of which are attached to filigreed, glass screens to facilitate
reading. Unsurprisingly, an oppressive feeling of silence overwhelms the library. A library
catalogue rests here on a pedestal. A silken skybloom chair stands here invitingly. Lovely and
businesslike, a writing desk inlaid with pearlescent skyblooms stands here against a wall. A cloaked
statue of the Enigma stands here in memorial to His sacrifice. Aromatic and luscious, a dreamy dark
chocolate macaron awaits. You may use the LIBRARY commands here.
You see exits leading northeast, southeast, southwest, northwest, up, and down (open door).
You have emoted: Portius raises one lone eyebrow at this mysterious confection.
A dreamy dark chocolate macaron continues rolling around the library, occasionally jumping of its
own accord.
You say, "Hm. On one hand, I was always taught not to trust mysterious, mobile food on the floor. On
the other hand, it's liable to make a mess on a book if I don't get rid of it."
You say, "And there aren't even any forestals or peasants to feed it to."
A dark chocolate macaron begins to melt out the sides, endangering all the books.
You give a pained sigh.
You say, "The things I do for Hallifax."
You pick up a dreamy dark chocolate macaron.
After eating a dreamy dark chocolate macaron, your eyes close dreamily as you fall to the floor,
asleep and unconscious.
You feel incredibly tired, and fall asleep immediately.
You traverse the boundary between reality and dreams.
Estarra the Eternal says, "Give Shevat the floor please."
A dreamy dark chocolate macaron rolls in from the southwest.
8460h, 8940m, 6540e, 10p, 25360en, 25360w Belrx-
toe macaron
You nudge a dreamy dark chocolate macaron with your foot, checking for signs of life.
8460h, 8940m, 6540e, 10p, 25360en, 25360w Belrx-g macaron
You pick up a dreamy dark chocolate macaron.
8460h, 8940m, 6540e, 10p, 25360en, 25360w Belrx-p macaron
Infused with a sleep-inducing valerian and a touch of lavender, this macaron is a perfect pillowy
cookie. Dark chocolate decadence in a tiny container, this confection appears innocent with a wash
of edible gold. The surface glistens tantalisingly as it perfumes the air in somnolent and alluring
aromas that entice the taste buds.
It has 1 months of usefulness left.
It weighs about 1 pounds and 14 ounce(s).
It has the following aliases: macaron.
8460h, 8940m, 6540e, 10p, 25360en, 25360w Belrx-
The luscious smell of chocolate wafts from a dreamy dark chocolate macaron.
8460h, 8940m, 6540e, 10p, 25360en, 25360w Belrx-
A dreamy dark chocolate macaron shakes in your hands, almost as if dancing.
8460h, 8940m, 6540e, 10p, 25360en, 25360w Belrx-sigh
You give a pained sigh.
8460h, 8940m, 6540e, 10p, 25360en, 25360w Belrx-eat macaron
After eating a dreamy dark chocolate macaron, your eyes close dreamily as you fall to the floor,
asleep and unconscious.
You remain in control of your mind and do not let sleep overtake you.
8300h, 8940m, 6540e, 10p, 25360en, 25360w Belrxp-(-160h, 2.6%)
A few stray feathers float through the air, borne upon a cold wind.
8300h, 8940m, 6540e, 10p, 25360en, 25360w Belrxp-hum
You hum a happy tune.
8300h, 8940m, 6540e, 10p, 25360en, 25360w Belrxp-stand
You stand up and stretch your arms out wide.
8300h, 8940m, 6540e, 10p, 25360en, 25360w Belrx-
I mean...It's not hidden.
The Great Arachnid [ilosia] suddenly collapses on herself!
The Great Arachnid has been destroyed by Enigma's Gambit.
Pash has died in the imploded wreckage of The Great Arachnid.
You see the death occur at A giant spider nest. (?)
Veyils has died in the imploded wreckage of The Great Arachnid.
You see the death occur at Through the eyes of Ilosia. (?)
Zilias has died in the imploded wreckage of The Great Arachnid.
You see the death occur at Within the hidden mist of Ilosia. (?)
Tirah has died in the imploded wreckage of The Great Arachnid.
You see the death occur at Precipice overlooking the spider forest. (?)
Kalaneya has died in the imploded wreckage of The Great Arachnid.
You see the death occur at Within the right chelicera. (?)
Enadonella has died in the imploded wreckage of The Great Arachnid.
You see the death occur at The narrow passage of the arachnid's waist. (?)
Ollie has died in the imploded wreckage of The Great Arachnid.
You see the death occur at Within the left chelicera. (?)
---
The vortex below Enigma's Gambit [Gambit] suddenly collapses in on itself, forming a stream of pulsating energy which streaks down onto the world below, blasting the energies within the Ring of Wasting Dissolution.
A column of brilliant light shoots up from the Matrix as it synchronises with the energies of the Ring of Wasting Dissolution.
HOLY GOD thank you @Ciaran @Irillia and @Urdnot that was a blast. HALLIFAX REIGNING AETHERSPACE CHAMPIONS MAN.
I'm really hype.
(edit: thank you saz and co. for the bit of assistance. I'm sorry we let you die :c )
Just say it was part of the master plan and pretend you meant to do it
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.
---
Ow @Enadonella, right in the heart. xD
Sergio Drabardi, the Ascension Gala Announcer says, "Please welcome to the Ascension Gala the mist-
You give a trillingly melodic laugh.
Irillia claps her hands together merrily.
A sudden sound somewhere between a bark and a laugh escapes Daraius's muzzle.
Perfect.