Sergio Drabardi, the Ascension Gala Announcer says, "Please welcome to the Ascension Gala the tribal Lord Saran of the ancient and renowned House Strongleaf, Prey for Sister Wolverine.
A well-dressed, clumsy waiter tells you, "I hear Celest's learned a thing or two from Magnagora and now offers a dungeon with chains as "punishment". If you want juicier gossip, you are going to have to give what you gave me, plus another 500 gold."
Flicking a wrist in your direction for emphasis, Isune, the Aesthete says, "You walk a tightrope, between the world of your mother, where she came from and where she is now, and the world of the Collective. Once you understand tall this, you will make wise decisions for your path and future. For none but you have that power of choice."
-a few months later-
Sergio Drabardi, the Ascension Gala Announcer says, "Please welcome to the Ascension Gala the sublime Mistress Wondir of House Nitraedes, the Walker of the Bridges."
Brows furrowed, Rhiess, a classic trill musician recounts, "I think a few members of the Collective interjected like so," he takes a deep breath before his features twist into cthonic expressions,"SMASH THEM MIGHTILY! CLOB THEIR HEADS SIDEWAYS!"
'Afterparty' chitchat
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)
You get a strange feeling that now is not the time to worry about your own affairs when the fate of the world rests on the shoulders of the sealbearers.
Make up your mind!
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The deep, rumbling voice of Weiwae says from within your heart, "I am so happy to hear of your progress, and I thank you for bringing my influence over more shards of My Brother Tae."
Your senses prickle to alert, the awareness of being watched suddenly coming to the forefront of your mind. A quick glance shows you to be alone with your comrades, but you know better than to assume that you can see all things.
"It is said that in battle, we find what we are made of. This is not false - but it is incomplete." The voice sounds directly in your ear, soft and clipped, accompanied by the clammy chill of vapour. "In battle, we find what we may trust in: our sisters and brothers, our skills, our determination."
"As you go forth to battle Destruction itself, Force Commander, may you be both trusting and trusted."
Czixi, the Welkin has bestowed Her divine truefavour upon you. It will last for 14 months.
To no one in particular, you murmur, "It will be so."
(Right before Final Ascension. Oh my gaw thank you @Czixi )
"To triumph against the Soulless, even the strongest Formation requires a great leader." The voice is soft, but easy to hear even in the chaos of the Astral Plane. It bears an accent, clipped and rolling all at once, that lends it a severe tone. "Remember this as you march into battle, Commissar."
[OOC]: If you were just maggoted by a butterfly, please message Ianir for a cure.
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.
(Fire Hogwash): You say, "Teehee steingrim wants genie bits."
(Fire Hogwash): Steingrim says, "My bits are already magical."
(Fire Hogwash): You say, "WOW."
(Fire Hogwash): Steingrim says, "People wish for my bits."
(Fire Hogwash): You say, "STOOOOP."
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[Discussing the swans posted on forums with @Zyphora and @Irillia.]
(Ministry of Marital Affairs): Sylandra says, "The swan does read prettily."
(Ministry of Marital Affairs): Irillia says, "It is prettily written."
(Ministry of Marital Affairs): Zyphora says, "..."
(Ministry of Marital Affairs): Zyphora says, "An ivory, well-muscled swan graced with rainbow-riven wings."
(Ministry of Marital Affairs): Zyphora says, "Jesus christ."
(Ministry of Marital Affairs): Irillia says, "Wow. woah."
(Ministry of Marital Affairs): Sylandra says, "Wtf, ahahaha."
(Ministry of Marital Affairs): Sylandra says, "NEVER MIND."
(Ministry of Marital Affairs): Zyphora says, "JESUS CHRIST."
(Ministry of Marital Affairs): Irillia says, "You have the bodybuilder swan ."
(Ministry of Marital Affairs): Sylandra says, "A gay bodybuilder swan."
(Ministry of Marital Affairs): Zyphora says, "^."
(Ministry of Marital Affairs): Irillia says, "Ahaha, so true."
(Ministry of Marital Affairs): Sylandra says, "Like swimming in from key west."
(Ministry of Marital Affairs): Zyphora says, "You reach out through your bond with an ivory, well-muscled swan graced with rainbow-riven wings and summon him from the stables. You sense him answering your call."
(Ministry of Marital Affairs): Zyphora says, "Come to me, gay bodybuilder swan."
"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."
[Discussing the swans posted on forums with @Zyphora and @Irillia.]
(Ministry of Marital Affairs): Sylandra says, "The swan does read prettily."
(Ministry of Marital Affairs): Irillia says, "It is prettily written."
(Ministry of Marital Affairs): Zyphora says, "..."
(Ministry of Marital Affairs): Zyphora says, "An ivory, well-muscled swan graced with rainbow-riven wings."
(Ministry of Marital Affairs): Zyphora says, "Jesus christ."
(Ministry of Marital Affairs): Irillia says, "Wow. woah."
(Ministry of Marital Affairs): Sylandra says, "Wtf, ahahaha."
(Ministry of Marital Affairs): Sylandra says, "NEVER MIND."
(Ministry of Marital Affairs): Zyphora says, "JESUS CHRIST."
(Ministry of Marital Affairs): Irillia says, "You have the bodybuilder swan ."
(Ministry of Marital Affairs): Sylandra says, "A gay bodybuilder swan."
(Ministry of Marital Affairs): Zyphora says, "^."
(Ministry of Marital Affairs): Irillia says, "Ahaha, so true."
(Ministry of Marital Affairs): Sylandra says, "Like swimming in from key west."
(Ministry of Marital Affairs): Zyphora says, "You reach out through your bond with an ivory, well-muscled swan graced with rainbow-riven wings and summon him from the stables. You sense him answering your call."
(Ministry of Marital Affairs): Zyphora says, "Come to me, gay bodybuilder swan."
[Discussing the swans posted on forums with @Zyphora and @Irillia.]
(Ministry of Marital Affairs): Sylandra says, "The swan does read prettily."
(Ministry of Marital Affairs): Irillia says, "It is prettily written."
(Ministry of Marital Affairs): Zyphora says, "..."
(Ministry of Marital Affairs): Zyphora says, "An ivory, well-muscled swan graced with rainbow-riven wings."
(Ministry of Marital Affairs): Zyphora says, "Jesus christ."
(Ministry of Marital Affairs): Irillia says, "Wow. woah."
(Ministry of Marital Affairs): Sylandra says, "Wtf, ahahaha."
(Ministry of Marital Affairs): Sylandra says, "NEVER MIND."
(Ministry of Marital Affairs): Zyphora says, "JESUS CHRIST."
(Ministry of Marital Affairs): Irillia says, "You have the bodybuilder swan ."
(Ministry of Marital Affairs): Sylandra says, "A gay bodybuilder swan."
(Ministry of Marital Affairs): Zyphora says, "^."
(Ministry of Marital Affairs): Irillia says, "Ahaha, so true."
(Ministry of Marital Affairs): Sylandra says, "Like swimming in from key west."
(Ministry of Marital Affairs): Zyphora says, "You reach out through your bond with an ivory, well-muscled swan graced with rainbow-riven wings and summon him from the stables. You sense him answering your call."
(Ministry of Marital Affairs): Zyphora says, "Come to me, gay bodybuilder swan."
Shintar tells you, "//You should make a trigger so I can send you a tell, ie 'Shintar tells you, "Powercheck."' and you tell me my power contribution..."
You seize Thalkros and pull him close to you, one arm around his waist and the other clasped at the back of his neck. In perfect unison you begin to make quick, light steps to a lively rhythm - pa pa pum, pa pa pum - whirling round in dizzying spirals that send your clothing flaring.
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.
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"... whirling round in dizzying spirals that send your clothing flying."
FTFY.
Everiine is a man, and is very manly. This MAN before you is so manly you might as well just gender bend right now, cause he's the manliest man that you ever did see. His manly shape has spurned many women and girlyer men to boughs of fainting. He stands before you in a manly manerific typical man-like outfit which is covered in his manly motto: "I am a man!"
Daraius said: You gotta risk it for the biscuit.
Pony power all the way, yo. The more Brontaurs the better.
The deep, rumbling voice of Weiwae says from within your heart, "I am so happy to hear of your progress, and I thank you for bringing my influence over more shards of My Brother Tae."
If any other member of the Company wishes to challenge this
offering in the present or in the future, please do so. However, if you
wish to do so in the past, please turn yourself in for containment.
Lendren Starfall, Crafter of Visions says, "Maybe if I try to dress up like Lady Maylea and pretend to be Her, that'll make Her so upset She'll come back and smite me, and then we'll have Her back. I mean, except me because I'll be smited, but everyone else will."
"Oh the year was 453CE, how I wish I was in Serenwilde now... aletter of marque come from the regent to the scummiest aethership I ever seen, gods damn them all...I was told we'd cruise the void for auronidion and dust, we'd fire no turrets, shed no tears.. now I'm a broken man on a Hallifax tier, the last of Saz's privateers."
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A well-dressed, clumsy waiter tells you, "I hear Celest's learned a thing or two from Magnagora and now offers a dungeon with chains as "punishment". If you want juicier gossip, you are going to have to give what you gave me, plus another 500 gold."
Flicking a wrist in your direction for emphasis, Isune, the Aesthete says, "You walk a tightrope, between the world of your mother, where she came from and where she is now, and the world of the Collective. Once you understand tall this, you will make wise decisions for your path and future. For none but you have that power of choice."
-a few months later-
Sergio Drabardi, the Ascension Gala Announcer says, "Please welcome to the Ascension Gala the sublime Mistress Wondir of House Nitraedes, the Walker of the Bridges."
I'm seeing a trend.
'Afterparty' chitchat
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)
I really, REALLY wanted to say 'yes'.
You get a strange feeling that now is not the time to worry about your own affairs when the fate of the world rests on the shoulders of the sealbearers.
Make up your mind!
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I hate you, insanity! >_<
"It is said that in battle, we find what we are made of. This is not false - but it is incomplete." The voice sounds directly in your ear, soft and clipped, accompanied by the clammy chill of vapour. "In battle, we find what we may trust in: our sisters and brothers, our skills, our determination."
"As you go forth to battle Destruction itself, Force Commander, may you be both trusting and trusted."
Czixi, the Welkin has bestowed Her divine truefavour upon you. It will last for 14 months.
To no one in particular, you murmur, "It will be so."
(Right before Final Ascension. Oh my gaw thank you @Czixi )
is soft, but easy to hear even in the chaos of the Astral Plane. It bears an accent, clipped and
rolling all at once, that lends it a severe tone. "Remember this as you march into battle, Commissar."
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.
You sense your chaos butterfly land on Anita.
You sense your chaos butterfly land on Kaimanahi.
"A wave of energy erupts from a Disc of Death as it fuses with the ground."
Ok, not a bad idea whoever dropped that, incase Ixion dies or we lose people.
*Enemies enter*
"As Sondayga expires, an ethereal wisp of smoke leaves his body and is drawn into the spinning form
Ok that's unfortunate. But still it'll pay off for us I'm sure.
"As Kaimanahi expires, an ethereal wisp of smoke leaves her body and is drawn into the spinning form
Uhm...
.... guys?
"As Phoebus expires, an ethereal wisp of smoke leaves her body and is drawn into the spinning form of
... guyyyyyyyyyyyyyyys?
A Disc of Death begins to glow and hum until, with a flash of blinding light, it disappears
So in short, it ressed absolutely none of us.
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!
Ixion tells you, "// I don't think anyone else had a clue, amazing form."
xD
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back of his neck. In perfect unison you begin to make quick, light steps to a lively rhythm - pa pa
pum, pa pa pum - whirling round in dizzying spirals that send your clothing flaring.
FTFY.
You have scored a CRITICAL hit!
Fear the mighty battle swan!
Pwnt
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One of these is not like the others.
If any other member of the Company wishes to challenge this
offering in the present or in the future, please do so. However, if you
wish to do so in the past, please turn yourself in for containment.
-Kilian