"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."
Me: Logs in to check for aethertrades before work.
Comes back from aethertrading:
The rowdy notes of a drinking song, faint at first, then rising to the undisputed intensity of a
Dwarf On A Mission, herald the arrival of Ironbeard the Magnanimous who casts his beam of a smile
about himself as he arrives.
Laughing deeply, Ironbeard the Magnanimous proclaims, "Merry Solstice, Choros!"
Ironbeard the Magnanimous just gave you a crystal anniversary present!
Marquessa Alexandria Shevat, the Effervescent Sylph says, "Rude."
You quickly unwrap a crystal anniversary present, which sprays glittering silver dust and cheerful
confetti into the air, and grin enormously upon receiving 1 Czigany Coins.
You've unwrapped A STANDARD PRESENT! Type PRESENTS to see your Gift Counter.
The Wheel of Tzaraziko crackles with a brilliant display of colours, landing on CREDITS as you stare
intently.
You may respin your coin by spinning the wheel again if you did not like the result.
If you are ready to spin your coin for a prize, SPIN WHEEL INNER.
The Wheel of Tzaraziko crackles with a brilliant display of colours, rewarding you with 250 Credits.
The throaty voice of Tzaraziko whispers in your ear, "Can you taste the luck yet, Choros? Keep
spinning for that special reward!"
I'm glad I logged in for all of about two minutes worth of guildwork!
Her voice firm and commanding, Terentia, the Even Bladed says to you, "You have kept your oath to Me, Parhelion. You have sworn to maintain Justice in these troubled times."
Yet if a boon be granted me, unworthy as I am, let it be for a steady hand with a clear eye and a fury most inflaming.
Faithful Supplicant, @Alarin shouts, "IRONBEARD! COME BACK HEA!"
A treacherous path.
The area is bathed with silver light as a robust defensive aura suffuses the air due to a shield
shrine of Lisaera nearby. Superimposed over this location, an ethereal forest reaches up to the sky.
You see exits leading up and down.
Atop the cliff.
The area is bathed with silver light as a robust defensive aura suffuses the air due to a shield
shrine of Lisaera nearby. Reaching up as high as the eye can see looms the awesome presence of a
living totem. A hornbeam sapling clings tenaciously to the ground here.
You see exits leading north, east, southeast, and down.
The rowdy notes of a drinking song, faint at first, then rising to the undisputed intensity of a
Dwarf On A Mission, herald the arrival of Ironbeard the Magnanimous who casts his beam of a smile
about himself as he arrives.
Ironbeard the Magnanimous hiccups and says, "Special people like Faythe deserve something special on
special days."
Ironbeard the Magnanimous just gave you a crystal anniversary present!
Your eyes bulge out as you utter a strangled, "Gah!"
You have been recognised by Elexia for: She is such an incredible writer, and I adore the friendship between Faythe and Elexia. Faythe's emotes are well-written and creative, and in this scene in particular she has done such wonderful emotes using the Moondancer fae! It's always inspiring and so very much fun.
You have been recognised by Lief for: There is a LOT to recognize you over. We've had so many great scenes - so much tension and warmth and friendship and confusion between our two characters, and I love every moment of it. Not to mention the cult - I am so glad you could make it, and Faythe's role in its creation was beautiful. It wouldn't have been the same event without Faythe's presence there. Thank you!!
You quickly unwrap a crystal anniversary present, which sprays glittering silver dust and cheerful confetti into the air, and grin enormously upon receiving 6 Curios and 45 sips of a potion of galvanism.
You've unwrapped A SUPERIOR PRESENT! Type PRESENTS to see your Gift Counter.
I beg to differ.
Czixi, the Welkin murmurs, "Fight on, My Effervescent Sylph. I will be with you as you do."
Aian Lerit'r, Lead Schematicist exclaims to you, "A *paperwork* emergency, Chairman!
You quickly break open a cookie, palming a Disc of Nature and a strip of paper and stuffing the broken cookie in your mouth. You quickly read the paper in your hands: You look pretty.
IT'S NOT A FORTUNE
IT'S A FACT
‘It’s important to be kind. You can’t know all the times that you’ve hurt people in tiny, significant ways. It’s easy to be cruel without meaning to be. There’s nothing you can do about that. But you can choose to be kind. Be kind.’
You quickly break open a cookie, palming a Disc of Nature and a strip of paper and stuffing the broken cookie in your mouth. You quickly read the paper in your hands: You look pretty.
IT'S NOT A FORTUNE
IT'S A FACT
It is Someone saying that to you in the future. So, it really is more of a fortune.
You sense the piercing eyes of Ixion looking upon you.
Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Kalas Ixion, the Devouring Blade, "Hello!"
Ixion hisses sibilantly into the corner of your mind, "Be damned."
Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Kalas Ixion, the Devouring Blade, "Oh, uh - have a ... good day??"
Ixion hisses sibilantly into the corner of your mind, "Yes, I said that."
‘It’s important to be kind. You can’t know all the times that you’ve hurt people in tiny, significant ways. It’s easy to be cruel without meaning to be. There’s nothing you can do about that. But you can choose to be kind. Be kind.’
An eye sigil tells you, "Yo! Would you marry Gurashi?"
Gurashi tells you, "You can go to Nil with a king's ransom of golden sovereigns."
I was reluctant about the marriage idea, but daww, that's one of the nicest things I've ever been told.
I was SOOOOO confused and amused but now it makes sense XD (subsequent confusing message below)
Message #1206 sent by Nyana (received: 2019/12/18 02:08:18)
The opinions of eye sigils notwithstanding, I have no interest in marrying you.
‘It’s important to be kind. You can’t know all the times that you’ve hurt people in tiny, significant ways. It’s easy to be cruel without meaning to be. There’s nothing you can do about that. But you can choose to be kind. Be kind.’
Your eyes bulge out at a plush doll of Mesadari Rhiero, Keeper of the Eternal Flame as you utter a strangled, "Gah!"
A plush doll of Mesadari Rhiero, Keeper of the Eternal Flame growls irritably and shakes a claw at you, her eyes glittering with dancing tendrils of flame.
In an harried voice, a plush doll of Mesadari Rhiero, Keeper of the Eternal Flame exclaims, "Gah is right! DAMN crystal freaks!"
A plush doll of Mesadari Rhiero, Keeper of the Eternal Flame mutters discontentedly.
What the HELL Rhiero, so very rude! I'm right here! Being all crystal!
Bookbinder by trade! Designer of most other things.
You look around for someone to bump fists with, but sadly, you have no friends.
7300h, 9300m, 7800e, 10p BesSix-sigh
You give a pained sigh.
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.
Snald's melodic voice sings into your mind, "Can we believe him?"
Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Master of Death, Snald Stormcrow, "Who? Friend Liar?"
Snald's melodic voice sings into your mind, "Yes, the liar."
Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Master of Death, Snald Stormcrow, "Is amazing persons, is super duper trustworthy."
Snald's melodic voice sings into your mind, "His name is.... his name is the liar."
‘It’s important to be kind. You can’t know all the times that you’ve hurt people in tiny, significant ways. It’s easy to be cruel without meaning to be. There’s nothing you can do about that. But you can choose to be kind. Be kind.’
*gross happy crying noises* and then he tried to get my leothin drunk... *hurries back to cleaning up the logs!*
Ironbeard the Magnanimous turns his attention to you, stumbling slightly. Solemnly, he lifts his tankard and attempts to chink it against your instrument.
You have emoted: Gurashi blinks, meeting the bottom of his lute with Ironbeard the Magnanimous's impressive tankard. "Happy Solstice, Mister Ironbeard, sir."
"A verry merry Solstish to you, giant bug boy," Ironbeard the Magnanimous says, shaking his tankard next to his ear. There is the sound of pouring liquid, and a moment later he takes a drink from the formerly-empty tankard again.
‘It’s important to be kind. You can’t know all the times that you’ve hurt people in tiny, significant ways. It’s easy to be cruel without meaning to be. There’s nothing you can do about that. But you can choose to be kind. Be kind.’
I lost the earlier log out of my buffer with the constable, alas, but here is a tidbit of fun times chasing rats in hats with @Uzriel that amused me. Also the think command is my favourite thing ever for amusing myself.
Sprinting in short bursts, a smog-stained rat scurries in from the down.
You pet a smog-stained rat ingratiatingly.
A smog-stained rat's ears perk up.
You say, "Stop running, little fellow."
Voice muffled by his mask, Geochemist Uzriel i'Xiia says, "We made you cheese."
Uzriel drops the platter at his feet.
You urge a smog-stained rat onwards.
look rat
Larger than most rats, this svelte specimen of vermin looks to be a fairly unique strain. Covered in a sleek coat of long, black fur that is shot through with grey, patches have been stained intermittently with smog that has left a coat of viscous brown oil. Slightly curled, large whiskers sprout from either side of its triangular pink nose and flutter with every constant, curious snuffle that seems to escape it. Almost comically large, two enormous teeth sprout from beneath its nose to scrape near its chin, the rest of its mouth filled with needle-like teeth. A whipcord thin tail sticks up towards the heavens behind it, bent close to the base, seeming to be shaped by its propensity to stand on its powerful hind legs. In defiance of all logic, perched upon the head of the rat is a baleful looking, pointy hat.
A smog-stained rat is a humble-looking creature.
You say, "It's alright. We are not looking to hurt you."
You think to yourself: Right now.
A smog-stained rat's nose twitches as it sniffs at the air.
Uzriel holds his hands up to show he means no harm.
Sapphira nods towards the shard in Uzriel's hands. "Curious little trinket you had there, Mister."
Voice muffled by his mask, Geochemist Uzriel i'Xiia says, "We just want to know where you got it from."
Sapphira nods in agreement, smiling in a friendly way, reaching out once more to give the rat an affectionate little pet.
Uzriel tells you, "This rat is different from the other one, its hat is different."
A smog-stained rat bristles at the words and takes a step back. A little shard glinting in its hat.
You say, "...Oh."
Uzriel tells you, "The other one had a white skin hat."
Sapphira drops to her knees and beckons to the rat. "Oh silly me, you are definitely not the same rat. You're too handsome."
Uzriel aims his magnum at the rat, "Drop it or die."
Sapphira glances at Uzriel with a faint sigh.
A smog-stained rat looks from you to Uzriel, utterly confused by the change in tone.
You think to yourself: I can hardly grab it if it runs away. Men.
Uzriel nudges the platter, "Carrot" then waves his gun, "Stick. You pick."
Sapphira extends her hand once more in a non-threatening gesture.
You think to yourself: Just a little closer and I can grab him around his little neck.
A smog-stained rat gives Uzriel a pointed look and approaches the platter, getting closer to you.
Uzriel backs up, tucking the gun away with a nod towards you.
Uzriel tells you, "See. Good scientist bad scientist. It works."
Sapphira shuffles forward a little. "There's a good boy. Go ahead, have a taste. I just want to admire your hat."
A smog-stained rat sneaks a slice of cheese away from the plate.
You have emoted: Sapphira reaches out, stroking the fur on the creature's back, fingers wandering towards the hat. "See. Carrot is good."
It occurs to you that the rat is now close enough that you could GRAB it.
You reach out and attempt to grab a smog-stained rat before it can flee.
A smog-stained rat tries to avoid your reaching hands but only manages to dance right into them. You squeeze the vermin hard but it bites your finger. You refuse to relent but its squirming is loosening your grip.
The rat manages to squirm out of the grip but in the struggle it loses something attached to its hat. It falls to the ground with a clink.
Exasperated, a smog-stained rat scampers away fast as it can. Its hat askew as it looks over its shoulder to make sure nobody is chasing it.
Hey my methods may be strange but they produce results.
A shame that you lost the constable part in your buffer. Easily one of my favored Mag NPCs, and subtly mocking/encouraging them is always great.
Uzriel tells you, "See. Good scientist bad scientist. It works."
Oh my god lol
‘It’s important to be kind. You can’t know all the times that you’ve hurt people in tiny, significant ways. It’s easy to be cruel without meaning to be. There’s nothing you can do about that. But you can choose to be kind. Be kind.’
Excited still, you ask Daraius, "Do get a plus one?"
Lord Daraius Shevat, Minister of Cultural Affairs says to you, "Given your demonstrated eagerness to invite gods to things, I'm hesitant."
‘It’s important to be kind. You can’t know all the times that you’ve hurt people in tiny, significant ways. It’s easy to be cruel without meaning to be. There’s nothing you can do about that. But you can choose to be kind. Be kind.’
Not all Solstice calendar visions have to be of great portent. Some just provide cute new ships to ponder.
Dipping the quill precisely into the inkpot, Xennak Aalin focuses his attention on creating the neatest most concise notes that had ever been taken in the history of Hallifax. During a natural lull in the conversation he could not help but look up in awe, his eyes darting from the commanding figure of Chairman Silverplume to the gruff visage of Minister Windwhisper as beryl hues of excitement wash across his crystal form. Oh no, has Minister Xonothi caught him looking around? He snaps his gaze back to the parchment in front of him as a ruby blush spreads through his form. Even so, he steals another glance to take in the impressive Celestian Empress and that hunky Sentinel standing guard at the door. It's all so magical!
It was not Maraak Pavok's best day. The new clock he was developing to sound chimes at a specific time had not yet been perfected and thus did not wake him up at the appointed hour and thus he overslept. Thinking back to his flurry of activity trying to polish his armor and clean the smudge off of his halberd, he felt he really should have spent that time going to the restroom. A cool, reassuring blue washed across his sharp, crystalline features, but inside he was a tempest of thought and emotion. Silently, he urged the Chairman to push the Ministers to a final resolution - while he chided himself for sucking down that entire pot of tea on his run to guard duty. And why did that new junior scribe keep looking at him? Was he fidgeting too much? Worst. Day. Ever.
The timing on this was too perfect, I had to share. After downing my month's poteens in one go I realized my brazier boil hadn't reset yet. Obviously where better to go when suicidally drunk than sightseeing after climbing to the top of a construction site.
up
Terrified, Jinlu Ilithyia, the Boneseer exclaims, "Wait! It's so windy up there! You might fall!"
Dangerously-high upon the girders.
It is uncomfortably hot. Scaffolding surrounds the lower level of the tower but here, above the
ground, there are only the iron columns and girders to travel upon. The iron frame of the building
is on full display here, jutting into the sky as a testament to the Engine's engineering prowess.
Additional beams are being laid down here and riveted into place by ironworkers while the flooring
crew works on the lower levels. An assortment of demonic beings mills around the upper floors -
imps, demons, and even a solitary archdemon overseeing the work - providing support or hefting
construction materials. An unhindered view of the city of Magnagora is visible in every direction,
almost as if one were soaring over it. The dark towers of the Necropolis to the west sit level with
the skeletal edifice, and beyond them, there are only the tumultuous dark waters of the Sea of
Despair. To the north and south, Magnagora thrives with many a storefront and manor, while to the
east, the stained glass dome of the theatre reflects the smog-streaked sky and the Silent Cathedral
looms behind it upon a hill. The air is filled with the scent of soot and smoke pumped into the air
from the haze-wreathed industrial quarter stretching to the southeast.
You see a single exit leading down.
You stumble and fall in your alcoholic haze.
You are afflicted with sprawled.
You stand up and stretch your arms out wide.
Lief tells you, "In your state, I would try more artistic pursuits. Try painting, or dancing, or
singing!"
You fumble about drunkenly.
You are afflicted with an unknown affliction.
You take a drink of lucidity slush from a stone vial veined in liquid metal.
You have cured paranoia.
You fumble about drunkenly.
You take a long drag off a steam-driven pipe.
say I'm too drunk to fall! Ouch, except that time
Voice muffled by his mask, you say, "I'm too druNnu tO fall! Ouhch *hic* , except that kIme."
Dangerous winds crash into the construction site, slamming right into your chest. You try to grab
onto something but the blast is so sudden and powerful that not even wings or levitate enchantments
can provide any protection. You soar through the air, plummeting towards the city of Magnagora head
first at breakneck speeds. A gust of wind slams into you and you are briefly on your back, watching
the iron skeleton of the clock tower rapidly grow and loom over you. There is a screech off to the
side, but it may have been the deafening wind, and then just as the ground is so dangerously near -
you are suddenly grabbed by strong limbs, a dome comes into view overhead, and you both crash
painfully into something.
Centre of the Necropolis.
It is difficult to detect any features of the room, due to the powerful field of energy that is put
out by the Megalith of Doom, absorbing all but the darkest of colours and dominating everything else
in the room. The architecture of the room is designed to accommodate the Megalith of Doom with a
high dome that forms the entire ceiling. A circular series of steps descends three tiers down to the
indentation in the centre of the room where the Megalith stands. Four archways lead out of the room
to the other areas of the Necropolis, where candles and other illumination can barely be detected
through the powerful force of the Megalith. A black chest carved with crimson masks rests here, lid
propped open by an iron bar. Hanging here precariously is a chaotic chandelier of musical notes that
have been warped and battered. Rising up from cracks in the floor, the Megalith of Doom towers above
everything here, polluting the air with its foul fumes. The Keeper of the Megalith stands here
radiating a tainted presence. There are 53 wights here. Gibbering to itself, a ghoul looks about
itself here with a malevolent gleam in its eyes. Swirling eddies of chaotic ether dance around a
marble shrine to Morgfyre that holds a crystal model of the planispheres. There are 3 wights here.
The shrouded form of a wight floats ominously in the air here. The shrouded form of a wight floats
ominously in the air here. There are 2 grotesque ghasts here. There are 25 ur'Guard Grand Marshals
here. The shrouded form of a wight floats ominously in the air here. In the shape of an open palm, a
metallic sigil lies here. A faded macabre poster is hung crisply against a wall here, proudly
advertising for the Sanguine Ceremonial. A platinum stocking has been hung here. Rakkan, the Crowned
Jackal sits here, watching disdainfully. A huge archdemon looms here, surrounded by black mist. A
towering, pitch black stallion with downy white wings stands firm here. Nepenthe stands here,
growling softly to himself. He wields a chocolate mahogany viola of dulcet melodies in his left
hand. Warlady Kailanna n'Kylbar, Matriarch of Jackals stands here amid a teeming pool of viscid
carmine blood. She wields the Choir of Anguish in her left hand and a disciplinarian's long-handled
flaying whip in her right hand.
You see exits leading north, east, south, and west.
Alarmed shouts resound from the construction site as something falls off the tower, a second shape
following at great speed.
Kind Nepenthe says, "Iron ~beard~."
The darkness starts to withdraw from your vision but the air before you wavers as if distorted. The
ache in your skull is overwhelming, rendering the other pains irrelevant. The face of a malevolent
demon swims into focus overhead and then it is gone. Slowly the edges of your vision clear but some
distortion remains. An ominous thrum off to the side is suddenly there as sound returns and you
recognise the disruption as the Megalith of Doom. The domed roof of the Necropolis is recognisable
now and you realise you are lying on your back, splayed like a ragdoll.
You stumble and fall in your alcoholic haze.
You are afflicted with sprawled.
You fumble about drunkenly.
You fumble about drunkenly.
You fumble about drunkenly.
You stand up and stretch your arms out wide.
Nepenthe gives you a horrified gasp.
The ghost of a smile passes fleetingly across Kailanna's lips.
reply Skydiving!
You tell Awanydd Lief Myeras-Silvermoon, "Skydiving!"
You glance askance.
Voice muffled by his mask, you say, "Am Not!"
Lief tells you, "I would not advise such!"
Nepenthe peers about himself unscrupulously.
You tell Awanydd Lief Myeras-Silvermoon, "Too late. I havo a heaadache."
"Gaudi is dark as the Tar Pits, my friends have all rushed to their manses," sings Nepenthe, playing
bawdy notes upon a chocolate mahogany viola of dulcet melodies.
Kind Nepenthe says, "There you go."
You have emoted: Uzriel rubs his head.
You stumble and fall in your alcoholic haze.
You are afflicted with sprawled.
You fumble about drunkenly.
You stand up and stretch your arms out wide.
You stumble and fall in your alcoholic haze.
You are afflicted with sprawled.
You stand up and stretch your arms out wide.
Nepenthe looks up into the air for divine inspiration.
You fumble about drunkenly.
say Okay I'm going to go somewhere more still like Earth
You fumble about drunkenly.
Voice muffled by his mask, you say, "Okay s'm Going tl go somewhere moee stillll Like *hic* Earth."
You place your hands on the Megalith of Doom and find the link to the elemental plane. Pulsating
energy flares throughout your field of vision, and you find yourself tumbling through the aether
pathways.
The Cavern of Doom.
The walls of this enormous cavern pulsate like a breathing organ. Streaks of black oil run down the
silty clay of the cavern walls, and the ceiling is shrouded in a roiling cloud of tainted gasses.
Tunnels twist out from the cavern, disappearing around looping bends. The smell of corruption is
extremely rank, and the floor is covered in a muddy ash. Rising up from cracks in the floor, the
Megalith of Doom towers above everything here, polluting the air with its foul fumes. Elusive,
crazed angles and bizarre alien geometries comprise the seething shrine of monolithic, hieroglyph-
engraved spires that stands as testament to the mythic and terrible power of Lord Morgfyre. A
morbidly tainted grub slithers in the black soil here.
You see exits leading northeast, southeast, southwest, and northwest.
You stumble and fall in your alcoholic haze.
You are afflicted with sprawled.
You stand up and stretch your arms out wide.
You have cured sprawled.
You are afflicted with an unknown affliction.
You take a drink of lucidity slush from a stone vial veined in liquid metal.
You have cured paranoia.
You fumble about drunkenly.
You take a long drag off a steam-driven pipe.
You fumble about drunkenly.
You fumble about drunkenly.
You stumble and fall in your alcoholic haze.
You are afflicted with sprawled.
You stand up and stretch your arms out wide.
You have cured sprawled.
You tell Awanydd Lief Myeras-Silvermoon, "I washh doing shightseeeing but somebody rushed *hic* me
Comments
Comes back from aethertrading:
I'm glad I logged in for all of about two minutes worth of guildwork!
You have been recognised by Lief for: There is a LOT to recognize you over. We've had so many great scenes - so much tension and warmth and friendship and confusion between our two characters, and I love every moment of it. Not to mention the cult - I am so glad you could make it, and Faythe's role in its creation was beautiful. It wouldn't have been the same event without Faythe's presence there. Thank you!!
I beg to differ.
Czixi, the Welkin murmurs, "Fight on, My Effervescent Sylph. I will be with you as you do."
Aian Lerit'r, Lead Schematicist exclaims to you, "A *paperwork* emergency, Chairman!
You quickly read the paper in your hands:
You look pretty.
It’s easy to be cruel without meaning to be. There’s nothing you can do about that. But you can choose to be kind. Be kind.’
Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Kalas Ixion, the Devouring Blade, "Hello!"
Ixion hisses sibilantly into the corner of your mind, "Be damned."
Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Kalas Ixion, the Devouring Blade, "Oh, uh - have a ... good day??"
Ixion hisses sibilantly into the corner of your mind, "Yes, I said that."
It’s easy to be cruel without meaning to be. There’s nothing you can do about that. But you can choose to be kind. Be kind.’
Gurashi tells you, "You can go to Nil with a king's ransom of golden sovereigns."
I was SOOOOO confused and amused but now it makes sense XD (subsequent confusing message below)
It’s easy to be cruel without meaning to be. There’s nothing you can do about that. But you can choose to be kind. Be kind.’
Snald's melodic voice sings into your mind, "Can we believe him?"
Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Master of Death, Snald Stormcrow, "Who? Friend Liar?"
Snald's melodic voice sings into your mind, "Yes, the liar."
Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Master of Death, Snald Stormcrow, "Is amazing persons, is super duper trustworthy."
Snald's melodic voice sings into your mind, "His name is.... his name is the liar."
It’s easy to be cruel without meaning to be. There’s nothing you can do about that. But you can choose to be kind. Be kind.’
and then he tried to get my leothin drunk...
*hurries back to cleaning up the logs!*
Ironbeard the Magnanimous turns his attention to you, stumbling slightly. Solemnly, he lifts his tankard and attempts to chink it against your instrument.
You have emoted: Gurashi blinks, meeting the bottom of his lute with Ironbeard the Magnanimous's impressive tankard. "Happy Solstice, Mister Ironbeard, sir."
"A verry merry Solstish to you, giant bug boy," Ironbeard the Magnanimous says, shaking his tankard next to his ear. There is the sound of pouring liquid, and a moment later he takes a drink from the formerly-empty tankard again.
It’s easy to be cruel without meaning to be. There’s nothing you can do about that. But you can choose to be kind. Be kind.’
Sprinting in short bursts, a smog-stained rat scurries in from the down.
Sapphira nods in agreement, smiling in a friendly way, reaching out once more to give the rat an affectionate little pet.
Sapphira drops to her knees and beckons to the rat. "Oh silly me, you are definitely not the same rat. You're too handsome."
Sapphira glances at Uzriel with a faint sigh.
Sapphira shuffles forward a little. "There's a good boy. Go ahead, have a taste. I just want to admire your hat."
A shame that you lost the constable part in your buffer. Easily one of my favored Mag NPCs, and subtly mocking/encouraging them is always great.
Oh my god lol
It’s easy to be cruel without meaning to be. There’s nothing you can do about that. But you can choose to be kind. Be kind.’
... I think I might hate you just a little now.
Lord Daraius Shevat, Minister of Cultural Affairs says to you, "Given your demonstrated eagerness to invite gods to things, I'm hesitant."
It’s easy to be cruel without meaning to be. There’s nothing you can do about that. But you can choose to be kind. Be kind.’
Estarra the Eternal says, "Give Shevat the floor please."
Dipping the quill precisely into the inkpot, Xennak Aalin focuses his attention on creating the neatest most concise notes that had ever been taken in the history of Hallifax. During a natural lull in the conversation he could not help but look up in awe, his eyes darting from the commanding figure of Chairman Silverplume to the gruff visage of Minister Windwhisper as beryl hues of excitement wash across his crystal form. Oh no, has Minister Xonothi caught him looking around? He snaps his gaze back to the parchment in front of him as a ruby blush spreads through his form. Even so, he steals another glance to take in the impressive Celestian Empress and that hunky Sentinel standing guard at the door. It's all so magical!
It was not Maraak Pavok's best day. The new clock he was developing to sound chimes at a specific time had not yet been perfected and thus did not wake him up at the appointed hour and thus he overslept. Thinking back to his flurry of activity trying to polish his armor and clean the smudge off of his halberd, he felt he really should have spent that time going to the restroom. A cool, reassuring blue washed across his sharp, crystalline features, but inside he was a tempest of thought and emotion. Silently, he urged the Chairman to push the Ministers to a final resolution - while he chided himself for sucking down that entire pot of tea on his run to guard duty. And why did that new junior scribe keep looking at him? Was he fidgeting too much? Worst. Day. Ever.
Estarra the Eternal says, "Give Shevat the floor please."
Estarra the Eternal says, "Give Shevat the floor please."
Rajakumari Silvanos Lunarose, Herbal Connoisseur says, "Murder time."
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