Slumped over the feet of Viravain's statue, Akuuko, the Rewoven lies here half-covered by a blanket, sound asleep and drooling.
Very gently slipping it under his arm, you give a plush doll of Dandelion Sweetpease to Akuuko, the Rewoven.
Tears flow freely from your eyes as Viravain, Lady of the Thorns appoints you to Weaver of the Web.
Thread by thread, the Web of your Lady weaves through your mind, and you know in your heart that it flows through you, too. You stand now as a Weaver -- a vessel of Her story.
The ferocity of Her pleasure consumes you, igniting your very core. She whispers, only to you, "Weave My Webs well, My Aleyah," and a vision of the Shee-Slaugh Court wearing wreaths of black roses blossoms across your mind's eye.
Arix has landed themselves in quite a pickle it seems.
You see the death occur at before the Eternal Flame.
Well, there it is. Arix's work here is done.
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.
You circle around Afrit, studying him and carefully noting aspects of his physical properties.
A study in gluttony, he is a fierce rapscallion dracnari demigod of tremendous proportions, reaching nearly three metres in height. Scales of deep burgundy stretch over his body, round with pointed tips. A starburst of pristine white scales splashes across his face, traced with cobalt along the border of each scale. A set of sweeping grey horns crown his head, curving backwards before rising to a short peak. Chains of rose gold have been strung in between them, providing a dramatic flair. Grey eyes flecked with gold stare outward, appearing sharp and focused. A large jaw full of well-maintained teeth and a broad snout rounds out the rest of his thick skull. Though muscular, his arms are nonetheless further burdened by a gratuitous layer of fat, with hands ending in short grey claws. The same white-blue scales as before adorn his wine-hued forearms in curving figures. His chest is broad and his belly is immense, a testament to his all-consuming vice in its massive sway. A huge tail drags on the ground behind him, heavy and sanguine, complete with a black feathery fringe running down its length. Powerfully built legs allow the dracnari to stand without great effort, yet there is nonetheless a slight wobble to his gut with every movement the man makes. A chaos butterfly is resting on his shoulder. Scarlet hieroglyphs dance along his cheekbones and swirl towards his temples, filling the area about his head with the clear indication of Mysrai, the Scarlet Courtesan's truefavour. A sparkling circlet of sugar crystals dances about his head, marking the truefavour of Crumkane, Lord of Epicurean Delights.
He is wearing:
a refined monochrome satchel
a tiny onyx lizard pendant with ruby eyes
mechanical goggles
a heavy rose gold bracelet inset with garnets worn fashionably on his tail
harsh and raw eucalyptus incense beads adorning his thick neck
a glowing gold tongue stud
obsidian prayer beads dusted with gold draped over his right arm with languid ease
white onyx prayer beads embellished with quartz strung over his left arm in a pleasant pattern
a compass ring of tessellated crystal
the Golden Belt of the Enlightened displayed proudly on his prodigious waistline
an astrologer's ring
a flowing kilt of many colours which constantly shifts in whorl of hues
an opalescent armband of flame-kissed silk
a mottled wedding band of chocolate chalcedony.
You mix the tinctures together and create a palette of fine paints.
Nepenthe dips a padded finger in some periwinkle tint on a paint palette and draws a little heart on Afrit's chest.
Nepenthe dabs another finger in a lurid red paint and adds some squiggles around the heart to suggest an excited pulse.
Using his little finger, Nepenthe traces over the blue-white scales on Afrit's forearms, enhancing their coloring to a vivid turquoise.
You say, "Jeez this is too easy."
You ponder for a moment and say "Hrm..."
Nepenthe presses his thumb pad into some yellow-gold tint and applies it in sporadic clusters of three or four thumbprints upon Afrit's belly, forming something like a field of golden clovers.
You murmur, "Probably should have planned this out."
His fingertips each adorned with its own color, Nepenthe drags his paw in whimsical arcs and whorls across Afrit's front, filling in any undecorated space with a streaky rainbow.
Nepenthe wipes the remaining paint residue off on Afrit's kilt, the colors blending in with the riotous fabric.
Nepenthe steps back to admire his work, and can't help but laugh at its juvenile quality.
Your loving spouse Revelrous Afrit, Lazula of the Sands has left the realm of Lusternia.
Afrit is enveloped in translucent fire for a moment and is gone, his soul safe until he returns to Lusternia.
You roll the dice and as they tumble to a stop you see that one shows a 3 and the other a 5.
Wodewose Faythe, of the Aerie says, "You must win first though!"
Laughing, you say, "Eight, then."
You roll the dice and as they tumble to a stop you see that one shows a 4 and the other a 1.
You roll the dice and as they tumble to a stop you see that one shows a 6 and the other a 3.
You roll the dice and as they tumble to a stop you see that one shows a 3 and the other a 6.
You roll the dice and as they tumble to a stop you see that one shows a 2 and the other a 2.
You roll the dice and as they tumble to a stop you see that one shows a 5 and the other a 6.
Elexia intently watches the game, raising up slightly on her toes in her anticipation of the result.
You roll the dice and as they tumble to a stop you see that one shows a 5 and the other a 6.
You roll the dice and as they tumble to a stop you see that one shows a 5 and the other a 3.
You clap your hands together merrily.
Lord Zitto Shevat, a Servant Renewed says, "Eight!"
You exclaim, "Eight!"
Faythe snaps her fingers.
Wodewose Faythe, of the Aerie says, "Oh drat it all."
Lord Zitto Shevat, a Servant Renewed says to Faythe, "Better warm up those vocal cords."
Faythe sighs, leaning back on her hands as she turns her face to the sky. "Is there a certain phrase you would like me to say, Lief?"
You have emoted: Lief flashes Faythe a mischievous grin, then settles into her air-seat as she considers.
Thoughtfully, her eyes fixed upon Faythe, you say, "If anyone has ideas, I would take them into consideration."
Wodewose Faythe, of the Aerie laughingly says, "Quickly please."
Wodewose Faythe, of the Aerie says, "Else I'll just shout something in general."
You laughingly say to Faythe, "I find I am at a loss - shout your profuse love for the chicken, and I shall be happy."
Elexia scrunches her face up in thought for a moment, before deciding, "Chickens are wonderful, and I'm not just egging you on!" She nods her head sagely.
Lord Zitto Shevat, a Servant Renewed says to Elexia, "You're a genius, Regent."
Wodewose Faythe, of the Aerie says, "Very well."
Faythe closes her eyes and inhales deeply, absorbing the scent of her surroundings.
You giggle happily at Elexia.
Faythe tips her head back and takes a breath.
You see Wodewose Faythe, of the Aerie shout, "Chickens are wonderful, and I'm not just egging you on!"
Elexia look very pleased with herself as she conceals her giddy grin behind both of her hands.
You give a trillingly melodic laugh.
Wodewose Faythe, of the Aerie laughingly says, "And now we wait for the zaps or jeers."
Elexia erupts in a peal of laughter, now shielding her whole face from view.
An almighty roar sunders the heavens, sending fractures striating across the firmament as if the very skies had been shattered like glass. The slow, buffeting beat of monstrous wings shakes the world as a Distant Timequake comes into being.
Sweeping across the heavens on a gentle breeze, the serene voice of Maylea, Bloom of Serenity echoes, "Your love of the creatures is noted, My little one. And it seems time itself cracks to your voice."
Amazing beautiful stunning avatar by Gurashi! ~ A gentle breeze ruffles your wings and whispers in your ears, as if for you alone, "Dragonfly's words shine... seeds, sown and tended, inspire... a forest harvest." ~ Maylea reaches out, Her fingers poised in midair. "Now you are of Me, even more than you were before." Her golden and azure eyes glitter. "Walk well, Eldin. Shed glory in My name, and bring life to the lifeless."
Zitto tells you, "There once was a woman named Cory, who thought in contests she'd be crowned in glory. She made a bad bet, and give empty threat, and that's the end of her story."
You are startled as a lemon meringue pie bounces harmlessly off you after being thrown at you by Mysrai.
Zitto tells you, "There once was a woman named Cory, who thought in contests she'd be crowned in glory. She made a bad bet, and give empty threat, and that's the end of her story."
Oh how the turntables turned.
Amazing beautiful stunning avatar by Gurashi! ~ A gentle breeze ruffles your wings and whispers in your ears, as if for you alone, "Dragonfly's words shine... seeds, sown and tended, inspire... a forest harvest." ~ Maylea reaches out, Her fingers poised in midair. "Now you are of Me, even more than you were before." Her golden and azure eyes glitter. "Walk well, Eldin. Shed glory in My name, and bring life to the lifeless."
I'm not crying, you're crying. My hard work reward after the craziness of Game Night was to see all the very kind and thoughtful recognizes, and it completely filled me up (almost) for the daily credits. I'm really happy everyone enjoyed it, and I look forward to other people being able to come to the next one that didn't get to this time!
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!!
A sense of warm serenity settles upon the surroundings as Zitto strides in from the up.
Preceded by fluttering red streamers, a black paradise parrot with green-feathered wings arrives
from the up in a graceful descent.
You say, "Citizen Zitto."
You reach out and touch Zitto.
You say, "Tag, you're it."
Comprehension flashes across Zitto's face.
Lord Zitto Shevat, a Servant Renewed says, "Duly noted, Overseer."
-idea we need a TAG emote, where you touch someone and yell, "TAG! You're it!"
Thank you. Your report has been submitted as idea #30167.
Lord Zitto Shevat, a Servant Renewed says, "I suppose there's really only one thing to do."
Lord Zitto Shevat, a Servant Renewed says, "I'll have to find Comrade Orventa."
You say, "Quite so. The regulations do ban tagbacksies."
Lord Zitto Shevat, a Servant Renewed says, "It is a truth universally known."
You nod your head at Zitto.
Lord Zitto Shevat, a Servant Renewed says, "Well, she'll have to set foot on the continent
eventually. Or someone else will show up."
You say, "Don't be afraid to spread out into forestal territory."
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Your bug #30167 has been resolved: There is already a TAG emote.
emshow tag
Untargeted:
1st Person: Lunging forward with a gleeful grin, you scream, "YOU'RE IT!"
3rd Person: Lunging forward with a gleeful grin, Parhelion screams, "YOU'RE IT!"
Targetted:
1st Person: Lunging forward, you tag Iosai on the shoulder and scream, "YOU'RE IT!"
2nd Person: Lunging forward with a gleeful grin, Parhelion tags you on the shoulder and
screams, "YOU'RE IT!"
3rd Person: Lunging forward with a gleeful grin, Parhelion tags Iosai on the shoulder and
screams, "YOU'RE IT!"
Lord Zitto Shevat, a Servant Renewed says, "Perhaps I shall do just so."
Zitto ponders the situation.
Lord Zitto Shevat, a Servant Renewed says, "Actually, I have a better idea on who to tag."
Zitto searches the air in front of him, then tugs upon an invisible strand of force.
AW YEAH, GAME ON
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.
You feel a slight tug within your chest and the air around you sparkles with motes of bright light.
Among the sparkling motes of light, a translucent figure appears in the air and then quickly solidifies as Zitto comes into view.
Preceded by fluttering red streamers, a black paradise parrot with green-feathered wings arrives from the ether in a graceful descent.
Zitto reaches out and touches you.
Eritheyl squints suspiciously at Zitto.
You say, "Weirdo."
Lord Zitto Shevat, a Servant Renewed says to you, "I am to inform you that you are "it"."
As Zitto departs to the east, the sense of warm serenity fades, leaving you colder in comparison.
A jade-armoured Wyvern Rider says, "Do not give me reason to come after you, Zitto."
Raising his neck with regal hauteur, a black paradise parrot flaps green-feathered wings and soars elegantly off to the east, fluttering red streamers chasing his form.
You say to a jade-armoured Wyvern Rider, "Go after him."
Eritheyl nods his head in agreement.
You inhale a deep breath, ready to run quickly if the need arises.
You reach out through your bond with an enormous stuffed dragon and summon him from the stables. You sense him answering your call.
You rap your knuckles against the toes of Wyvernskin Boots of Natural Sprightliness before slapping them against the floor, long fins growing out of them before glowing with a dim blue light.
Got to see @Eliron today! I love you so much, Eli, you always were Aleyah's favorite. So, two things. 1: You're amazing. 2: Eli, you have no idea.
Eliron Shee-Slaugh, Herald of Nightmares smiles and says, "Ah? Then you are busy in your Lady's Order. That is good to hear as well."
(And, not ten minutes later,)
Like spiders weaving a web, the voice of Viravain, Lady of the Thorns crawls across your mind, "[Redacted.]"
Tears flow freely from your eyes as Viravain, Lady of the Thorns appoints you to Weaver of the Web.
Thread by thread, the Web of your Lady weaves through your mind, and you know in your heart that it flows through you, too. You stand now as a Weaver -- a vessel of Her story.
The ferocity of Her pleasure consumes you, igniting your very core. She whispers, only to you, "Weave My Webs well, My Aleyah," and a vision of the Shee-Slaugh Court wearing wreaths of black roses blossoms across your mind's eye.
Like spiders weaving a web, the voice of Viravain, Lady of the Thorns crawls across your mind, "[Redacted.]"
Tease!
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.
Like spiders weaving a web, the voice of Viravain, Lady of the Thorns crawls across your mind, "[Redacted.]"
Tease!
L O L
Like spiders weaving a web, the voice of Viravain, Lady of the Thorns crawls across your mind, "Cheliyi wishes to earn back My favour. Tell her that she will earn it by devoting herself to My Design for one entire year. She will learn of the Wyrd, of My Crow, and of My Glomdoring, and by the end of this time, she will teach another wayward soul about My Will who, like her, was so easily swayed by a mortal's heart."
Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Viravain, Lady of the Thorns, "It will be done, my Lady, as You will it. I will be sure to oversee her growth."
Just getting a job.
Tears flow freely from your eyes as Viravain, Lady of the Thorns appoints you to Weaver of the Web.
Thread by thread, the Web of your Lady weaves through your mind, and you know in your heart that it flows through you, too. You stand now as a Weaver -- a vessel of Her story.
The ferocity of Her pleasure consumes you, igniting your very core. She whispers, only to you, "Weave My Webs well, My Aleyah," and a vision of the Shee-Slaugh Court wearing wreaths of black roses blossoms across your mind's eye.
The corrosiveness of the taint sickens the land. This single room, that makes up the entirety of the queen's private quarters, is surprisingly small and cluttered. A ledge of stone protrudes from the waxy substance of the back wall and serves as both desk and storage unit for a panoply of papers and other miscellaneous objects. A large but otherwise unimpressive slab of a bed is the only other furniture to be seen in these sparse quarters. Indirect light from the doorway connecting the chamber to the main plaza is absorbed by the dark wax-coated walls, which exude a soft, cyan glow that provides ample illumination. A marble pedestal rises up from the floor here. There are 5 kephera warriors here. Always in a ready stance, a kephera warrior wears ridiculous clothing, and scans the area alertly.
probe 6.warrior
Covered from with a shining black exoskeleton, this male kephera looks around with menacing faceted eyes, his limbs set in a relaxed yet ready stance. His head is covered with a brilliantly plumed hat, while his feet sport sable knee boots with sapphire buckles. His dark and segmented abdomen, peaking out through a white leather coat, lacks any sort of swelling or glow, and two thin antennae sprout from his hat, swaying about to detect psychic emanations. Sharp curved spikes jut out from his hard shell all along his arms and legs tearing holes in his coat and diminishing to small bristles elsewhere. His sleeveless two-toned blouse remains unscathed.
A kephera warrior appears to be extraordinarily strong.
Revelrous Reko m'Viraz says, "[Dracnoris] was more significant than He thought He was."
Revelrous Reko m'Viraz says, "Maybe we are more than we think we are? Not to sound vain or anything."
Quietly, you say to Reko, "Oh!"
Quietly, you exclaim to Reko, "Oh! It's true!"
Quietly, you exclaim to Reko, "We can do so much... so much more than most denizens - we can change the world!"
You beam broadly at Reko.
Quietly, you exclaim, "...I can do this!"
You weave a glamour of sparkling motes and release them.
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Reko's mouth turns up as his face breaks into a smile.
‘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.’
Some things always make me crack up when they happen randomly, one of these you can see in celest:
Inexplicably, a cohesive bubble of water meanders by, small floating drips trailing after it.
It is a small thing, but think about it, there are random bubbles of water moving through the city at will. It's both great and infinitely amusing. Especially if you're sitting on a bench discussing serious things and a waterbubble slowly creeps by like a snail. 10/10 would recommend.
@Aeldra Hang out in a garden room in a city and wait for a gardener ambient to pop. There's a few different ones, but one of them is...well, I'll leave that for you to see
Lady @Aeldra Ladyn, of Cerulean Waters says, "We need a super node."
Kistan follows you southeast. Gyorn follows you southeast. Aeldra follows you southeast.
A lifeless plaza. The corrosiveness of the taint sickens the land. Crackling with energy, a crystalline power node pushes up from the ground here. Emanating a warm, comforting glow, an elegant altar shaped from shining silver stands here. Covered in a multitude of shimmering crystalline scales and an aura of frosted air, the behemoth form of a crystalline dragon towers here, ever vigilant. With a tepid mien, a fluffy tan llama with striking shaggy wings stands guard here. A silver dragon turtle with crimson wings rests here, an air of majesty on her features. Yvai, the battle sheep dwells here, antler-bearing head raised proudly. Kosuke, the cloud-bound Long is here, floating majestically. You see exits leading southwest and northwest.
You nod your head sagely.
You say, "There you go."
You say, "Super node, per your request."
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!
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Very gently slipping it under his arm, you give a plush doll of Dandelion Sweetpease to Akuuko, the Rewoven.
Well, there it is. Arix's work here is done.
Holy Matron Lorina says, "Well, at least there will finally be a heart within
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)
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A gentle breeze ruffles your wings and whispers in your ears, as if for you alone, "Dragonfly's words shine... seeds, sown and tended, inspire... a forest harvest."
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Maylea reaches out, Her fingers poised in midair. "Now you are of Me, even more than you were before." Her golden and azure eyes glitter. "Walk well, Eldin. Shed glory in My name, and bring life to the lifeless."
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A gentle breeze ruffles your wings and whispers in your ears, as if for you alone, "Dragonfly's words shine... seeds, sown and tended, inspire... a forest harvest."
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Maylea reaches out, Her fingers poised in midair. "Now you are of Me, even more than you were before." Her golden and azure eyes glitter. "Walk well, Eldin. Shed glory in My name, and bring life to the lifeless."
I'm not crying, you're crying. My hard work reward after the craziness of Game Night was to see all the very kind and thoughtful recognizes, and it completely filled me up (almost) for the daily credits. I'm really happy everyone enjoyed it, and I look forward to other people being able to come to the next one that didn't get to this time!
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!!
It was awesome.
-idea we need a TAG emote, where you touch someone and yell, "TAG! You're it!"
emshow tag
AW YEAH, GAME ON
Zitto tells you, "Please do not be alarmed."
You feel a slight tug within your chest and the air around you sparkles with motes of bright light.
Among the sparkling motes of light, a translucent figure appears in the air and then quickly solidifies as Zitto comes into view.
Preceded by fluttering red streamers, a black paradise parrot with green-feathered wings arrives from the ether in a graceful descent.
Zitto reaches out and touches you.
Eritheyl squints suspiciously at Zitto.
You say, "Weirdo."
Lord Zitto Shevat, a Servant Renewed says to you, "I am to inform you that you are "it"."
As Zitto departs to the east, the sense of warm serenity fades, leaving you colder in comparison.
A jade-armoured Wyvern Rider says, "Do not give me reason to come after you, Zitto."
Raising his neck with regal hauteur, a black paradise parrot flaps green-feathered wings and soars elegantly off to the east, fluttering red streamers chasing his form.
You say to a jade-armoured Wyvern Rider, "Go after him."
Eritheyl nods his head in agreement.
You inhale a deep breath, ready to run quickly if the need arises.
You reach out through your bond with an enormous stuffed dragon and summon him from the stables. You sense him answering your call.
You rap your knuckles against the toes of Wyvernskin Boots of Natural Sprightliness before slapping them against the floor, long fins growing out of them before glowing with a dim blue light.
You say, "Guess I'll pass this off on someone."
So, two things.
1: You're amazing.
2: Eli, you have no idea.
Tease!
Harmony echoes in your mind as you sing to Viravain, Lady of the Thorns, "It will be done, my Lady, as You will it. I will be sure to oversee her growth."
*Chin*
You say, "And help she did! It was a wonderful collaborative effort, one rife with Ingenuity!"
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Revelrous Reko m'Viraz says, "[Dracnoris] was more significant than He thought He was."
Revelrous Reko m'Viraz says, "Maybe we are more than we think we are? Not to sound vain or anything."
Quietly, you say to Reko, "Oh!"
Quietly, you exclaim to Reko, "Oh! It's true!"
Quietly, you exclaim to Reko, "We can do so much... so much more than most denizens - we can change the world!"
You beam broadly at Reko.
Quietly, you exclaim, "...I can do this!"
You weave a glamour of sparkling motes and release them.
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Reko's mouth turns up as his face breaks into a smile.
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.’
Explorer (80%), Achiever (53%), Socializer (53%), Killer (13%)
Bartle Taxonomy
(test yourself)
Kistan follows you southeast.
Gyorn follows you southeast.
Aeldra follows you southeast.
A lifeless plaza.
The corrosiveness of the taint sickens the land. Crackling with energy, a crystalline power node pushes up from the ground here. Emanating a warm, comforting glow, an elegant altar shaped from shining silver stands here. Covered in a multitude of shimmering crystalline scales and an aura of frosted air, the behemoth form of a crystalline dragon towers here, ever vigilant. With a tepid mien, a fluffy tan llama with striking shaggy wings stands guard here. A silver dragon turtle with crimson wings rests here, an air of majesty on her features. Yvai, the battle sheep dwells here, antler-bearing head raised proudly. Kosuke, the cloud-bound Long is here, floating majestically.
You see exits leading southwest and northwest.
You nod your head sagely.
You say, "There you go."
You say, "Super node, per your request."
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!
Explorer (80%), Achiever (53%), Socializer (53%), Killer (13%)
Bartle Taxonomy
(test yourself)