(Ministry of Marital Affairs): You say, "You return to find Daraius sprawled on a bed of rose petals. "Such a gift you have given me," he says as he flashes you a charming smile and beckons you to approach. As you draw nearer he unexpectedly rises to his feet and steps aside to reveal a nearly nude, oil-slicked clangoru posed seductively with a lascivious grin on his face. Gesturing to the dwarf, he says, "Allow him to return the favor.""
(Ministry of Marital Affairs): Sylandra says, "Sylandra's expression turns ice cold as she whispers, "I should have married Casilu."
"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."
(The Crux): Romaan says, "Lisuarte, Lisuarte, Lisuarte and Lisuarte exits Avechna's Peak."
(The Crux): Mboagn says, "He's sharded. The Elder Wars are upon us."
‘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.’
Funnily enough, I asked that! Apparently it was actually Lisuarte being followed by a bunch of people who were glamoured as him. I didn't even know that was a possibility. Do now!
Johnny Baloney, the talking sandwich cuddles up to your memories.
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.
Miso Shevat, Artful Marketeer with an Unknown face sits here upon a low, cushioned chair of beryl-hued cedar. He wields a painted dog plushie in his left hand.
You look at a painted dog plushie that Miso is wielding:
Soft, diminutive, and wildly colorful, this adorable stuffed animal takes the distinctive shape and
coloring of a Hallifaxian painted dog. Small enough to be hefted in a furrikin's hand, the plush pup
bears a little wedge of leather at the tip of its narrow, indigo-furred muzzle. Two little marbles
of beryl serve as cheerily glinting eyes, and dark felt circles form its oversized, saucer-like
ears. A fuzzy mottled coat of every hue covers the canine, though the tip of its tail is a uniform
white. A heart-shaped red paper tag affixed to the left ear bears the name "Loophole" in charming
Mulengi gives an affirmative nod. "Why... wouldn't I be?" they ask.
You say to Mulengi, "You looks a little down!"
Half-jokingly, Supplicant Mulengi, of the Dark Faith says to you, "I have to, in order to look at you!"
Your cup your hands to either side of your face as the crushing distress weighs so heavily upon you that the corners of your mouth turn down dramatically.
Miso Shevat, Cowboy of Hallifax says, “If you ain't got no giddy up then giddy out my way.”
Releasing an obnoxious sounding whistle, a jaunty clockwork mockingbird pecks irritably at you.
You give a frisky puppy to a jaunty clockwork mockingbird.
A jaunty clockwork mockingbird takes a frisky puppy between its sharp talons and releases a questioning chirp.
You say, "Deliver to Uzriel."
Sounding like an odd bird version of Sapphira, a jaunty clockwork mockingbird exclaims, "Deliver! Deliver! Deeeeee-liver!"
A jaunty clockwork mockingbird grasps the package between sharp taloned feet and flaps his wings once in preparation for flight. Steam begins to roll from the various small cracks in its body where metal meets metal, and then with a queer call a jaunty clockwork mockingbird takes off into the air, a steady whir and the faint grinding of gears following in his wake.
A queer sounding cry announces the arrival of a jaunty clockwork mockingbird. Pausing mid flight, it flings a frisky puppy in Uzriel's direction with a mocking, "Deliver! Deeeeeliver! Tureee! Tureee!".
You say, "Perch."
A jaunty clockwork mockingbird loudly mocks, "Perruch, perruch!" as it glides closer, settling noisily into your hands.
Uzriel throws out a quick jab at a frisky puppy.
Uzriel connects.
The final blow proves too much for a frisky puppy, who expires, pitifully.
A frisky puppy has been slain by Uzriel.
A frisky puppy, your loyal companion, has been slain by Geochemist Uzriel.
Uzriel suddenly scoops up the corpse of a frisky puppy.
Stretching its wings wide open, a wheelworked extravagant magpie flashes its brilliant, metallic plumage and sashays over to Uzriel.
A wheelworked extravagant magpie sings a melodic warbling sound of pleased satisfaction and tucks the gold sovereign under its wing.
Bowing low, a wheelworked extravagant magpie exposes a compartment on its back to receive a package.
Uzriel places something in a wheelworked extravagant magpie's back compartment and it stands ready for instruction.
Voice muffled by his mask, Geochemist Uzriel says, "Deliver to Sapphira."
Preening vainly at being entrusted with a package, a wheelworked extravagant magpie flashes its brilliant, metallic plumage and takes to the skies to make the delivery.
The chiming of precious metal striking together signals the arrival of a wheelworked extravagant magpie. While soaring overhead, a wheelworked extravagant magpie opens its back compartment and turns upside down to drop the corpse of a frisky puppy into your hands as it flashes its shiny wings triumphantly.
Precious metal chiming against each other, a wheelworked extravagant magpie flaps its brilliant, metallic plumage and takes off, soaring away.
Warbling a chiming and melodic song, a wheelworked extravagant magpie returns triumphantly with a vain, self-satisfied flash of its shiny wings.
Voice muffled by his mask, Geochemist Uzriel says, "Perch."
Stretching its wings wide open, a wheelworked extravagant magpie flashes its brilliant, metallic plumage and alights in the air to perch on Uzriel's shoulder.
Looking up from a journal, Ladybear Ghibli Myeras says, "Worry not sister. I'll tend to your hugs shortly."
Spreading her arms wide, Llani spins clockwise and a shimmering white orb springs up around her.
Pressing her hands together before her, Llani bows her head and a surge of rainbow energy surges up from the root of her spine to the top of her skull, bursting forth and surrounding her with an aura of prismatic energy.
Trying to drop one of the festival decorations outside of Magnagora (in my manse):
You should not pollute the Basin of Life with paper decorations, think of the uncultured merians who become entangled in the refuse and perish in silence, never providing any entertainment for Magnagora.
You tell Jolanthe Myeras, "//A thoughtful scholar scuttles in from the north.---> is the thoughtful scholar a spider?"
Scratching his head, a thoughtful scholar wanders out to the southeast, preoccupied.
Jolanthe tells you, "//They just move around on all fours with nose to the ground, sniffing out traces of vellum."
I proper spider would scuttle into thei undergrounth and out of their secret hiding place. (haven't learned if spiders have secret rooms/tunnels or if that's just how they leave/enter a room).
Chatting about giving sermons and how many people dislike showing up to listen to them.
(Heralds): Thax says, "Force the weak to their knees, and Orate to them by force."
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.
Gyrating realities collide midair with no sense of orientation; a thick grass of eyelashes is plush underfoot. Held in place by cords of sinew, eyes glow dully with livid light. Against the tempestuous airstreams, bloated frogs cover the ground. The pounding machinery of grinding teeth dot the area, violence evident in their gnashing and banging.
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Estarra the Eternal says, "Give Shevat the floor please."
Estarra the Eternal says, "Give Shevat the floor please."
Darvellan cuddles up to your thoughts.
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!
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."
You say to Mulengi, "Are you okay?"
You say to Mulengi, "You looks a little down!"
Half-jokingly, Supplicant Mulengi, of the Dark Faith says to you, "I have to, in order to look at you!"
Your cup your hands to either side of your face as the crushing distress weighs so heavily upon you that the corners of your mouth turn down dramatically.
(haven't learned if spiders have secret rooms/tunnels or if that's just how they leave/enter a room).
That was pretty cool.
(Heralds): Thax says, "Force the weak to their knees, and Orate to them by force."
These sorts of literal rooms are my favourites.
"Ah, how marvelous," Daraius says with a contented growl, his tail swinging with
Estarra the Eternal says, "Give Shevat the floor please."