So... Gurashi got inducted into the city of New Celest and not a minute later:
Honestly, I am just more pleased that you quoted me and fixed my typos.
Wait, we're supposed to fix your typos before we quote you?
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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 choke back a laugh as Gyorn releases a painfully accurate kick to a healing shrine of Thax's shin in retribution for its behaviour.
Now I'm wondering where are the shrines of all of Thax's other body parts.
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.
Bizirik, the leothin sniffs Terentia, trying to decipher just what that smell emanating from Her is.
"That much shows," Terentia remarks, and as Bizirik gets close to sniff Her, She looks down at the creature. Bending down, the Goddess' hand alights just a hair above Bizirk's form. "This is not like anything I have seen, Gurashi. Does she like pets?"
‘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.’
So... Gurashi got inducted into the city of New Celest and not a minute later:
Honestly, I am just more pleased that you quoted me and fixed my typos.
Wait, we're supposed to fix your typos before we quote you?
/hide
I always try to fix people's typos when posting things... gives me an excuse to fix my own emotes.
"Chairwoman," Princess Setisoki states, holding up a hand in a gesture for her to stop and returning the cup. "That would be quite inappropriate. One of the males will serve me."
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.
<astral insanity> Lysandus tells you, "I hate the Soulless Gods."
Like the pealing of so many bells, your voice rings to Paradigm-Seeker, Kalas Lysandus, the Wanderer, "Yes, we all hate the Soulless Gods."
The melodious voice of Lysandus resonates in your mind, "Wait, what."
Like the pealing of so many bells, your voice rings to Paradigm-Seeker, Kalas Lysandus, the Wanderer, "Oh. I thought we were bonding over mutual hatred."
The melodious voice of Lysandus resonates in your mind, "Oh I hate the Soulless too."
Like the pealing of so many bells, your voice rings to Paradigm-Seeker, Kalas Lysandus, the Wanderer, "Hooray!"
The melodious voice of Lysandus resonates in your mind, "Heh."
"Chairwoman," Princess Setisoki states, holding up a hand in a gesture for her to stop and returning the cup. "That would be quite inappropriate. One of the males will serve me."
You draw Afrit into a convoluted discussion using circuitous logic. Afrit rubs his tummy contentedly. Kind @Nepenthe exclaims to you, "Beware Afrit's belly rub!"
That made me almost snort my drink. Thanks for the laugh
As you snap an axiomatic whip of living crystal with a negligent flick of your wrist, paeans of heavenly verse cry out from where an enormous black pigeon's flesh has been scathed by holy light.
The final blow proves too much for an enormous black pigeon, who expires, pitifully.
You have slain an enormous black pigeon.
Your score in the Great Hunt increases!
Your soul cries out in ecstasy as it reaches new heights of power. You have advanced to level 100.
You have reached the illustrious level of Demigod.
You have received 25 Bound Credits!
You have received 1 Sticky Wondercrystals!
You feel your innermost energies growing to extreme proportions as a darkness takes over your senses. When your senses return, you find yourself in a different location and there is a strange feeling within you.
Sister Neladahi La'Saet says, "I need new shoes..."
Romaan bows respectfully to you. You say, "Hello."
Neladahi takes a starry design catalogue embroidered with coral and pearl from a petite purple squid pack.
Neladahi raises her hand in greeting to you and says "Hi!"
Romaan snickers at Neladahi.
You say, "What's a good name for a boy kirin."
"Ummmm," Neladahi says uncertainly.
Sir Romaan D'Varden, Knight of the Paladins says, "Woman and their need for shoes."
In a light, sing-song brogue, Freja Ysav'rai, Herald of Sacrifice says, "I only have boots."
You say, "That's kinda a long name."
Sister Neladahi La'Saet exclaims to you, "Sliine!"
Romaan hugs Freja compassionately.
Sister Neladahi La'Saet exclaims, "Or Thualune!"
You say, "Sliine."
You say, "Thualune."
You say, "Not bad."
Sister Neladahi La'Saet says, "They're good merian names." Neladahi wiggles her bare toes, looking down at them. "Well, my other shoes fell apart," she explains to Romaan.
You say, "Put a rune on them."
You tell Sir Romaan D'Varden, Knight of the Paladins, "I have decided to reject "Woman and their need for shoes." as being too long and possibly misleading as a potential name for my kirin. I hope you understand."
Neladahi leaves to the up.
The bright, bell-like voice of Romaan rings in your ear, "I completely understand!"
Tridemon points at Bizirik, the leothin. "Animal." He then points at an adolescent vinestalker. "Vegetable." And then he taps himself on the chest. "Mineral."
‘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 give a bloody ear to a metallic feathered pelican. A metallic feathered pelican takes a bloody ear into its golden, leathery beak pouch, flapping its wings vigorously and squawking.
You say, "Deliver to Nepenthe." A metallic feathered pelican lifts its head, shaking the golden beak pouch a few times to ensure the security of its package. Then with a gurgly squawk, a metallic feathered pelican flaps its large wings and slowly takes off into the air, joints creaking with the machinery underneath.
A metallic feathered pelican squawks through its long, golden-pouched beak as it returns, landing with vigorous flapping of large wings.
Like the pealing of so many bells, your voice rings to Kind Nepenthe, "Just wanted you to know - I'm always willing to listen."
Nepenthe tells you, "You nasty."
Like the pealing of so many bells, your voice rings to Kind Nepenthe, "You can be so cruel."
Nepenthe tells you, "Whose ear is it?"
Like the pealing of so many bells, your voice rings to Kind Nepenthe, "Mine! Obviously!"
Like the pealing of so many bells, your voice rings to Kind Nepenthe, "Otherwise it makes no sense."
Nepenthe tells you, "Hmmh, you really commit to the bit, I'll give you that!"
Like the pealing of so many bells, your voice rings to Kind Nepenthe, "Heh."
An ominous shadow falls over you as some gargantuan creature blots out the light. You look up to see an enormous stuffed dragon descending upon you, arms open wide for a hug, and before you know it you're enveloped in the comfortable embrace of plush and pliant fabric. As the behemoth disengages and returns whence he came, you notice a courtier butterfly tucked discreetly in your hand.
A courtier butterfly unfolds and sings to you, "You're a real cut-up but at least you're sincear. Smell ya later! -n."
His muzzle falls out of a courtier butterfly and into your hands. A courtier butterfly flutters apart in wisps of vellum as the last of its contents spill into your hands.
"Chairwoman," Princess Setisoki states, holding up a hand in a gesture for her to stop and returning the cup. "That would be quite inappropriate. One of the males will serve me."
You quickly unwrap a divinely wrapped present, which sprays glittering silver dust and cheerful confetti into the air, and grin enormously upon receiving a gilded mirror.
You've unwrapped AN ULTIMATE PRESENT! (Your Gift Counter has been reset.)
A cramped administrative office. A bulky desk has been crammed into one corner of this small office, leaving little space for much else. Uneven files have been haphazardly stacked on the surface of the desk, their corners bent and blots of ink visible on some pages. The floor has been kept clear of paper though ink stains on the wide wooden planks are common. Scraps of parchment and detailed sketches of mechanical equipment have been adhered to the walls, giving the impression that the walls are made entirely of paper. Plastered to the wall above the desk is a large poster of a manacled cat hanging in a dungeon with
the text, "Hang In There!" written in white beneath the picture.
Warlady Kailanna n'Kylbar, Matriarch of Jackals says to Uzriel, "Well, one of the constables did receive a nomination for Vernal. It would make quite a statement to have a Vernal Ascendant specifically to police the city's fashion."
Warlady Kailanna n'Kylbar, Matriarch of Jackals says to Uzriel, "Well, one of the constables did receive a nomination for Vernal. It would make quite a statement to have a Vernal Ascendant specifically to police the city's fashion."
I don't care about the other choices, he's the one we're raising and you can all deal with it.
You drop a jack-o-lantern depicting a chilling pentangle.
You adjust the location of the jack-o-lantern just so and make sure it is affixed firmly to the
location of your choice.
In a flash of azure flame, a jack-o-lantern depicting a chilling pentangle disappears from the floor
of the Fulcrux.
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.
(Ironhart Collective): Ashira says, "I'm pretty much the only dwarf around these days..." (Ironhart Collective): Jolanthe says, "You might say that racial demographic is quite... dwarved by the others." (Ironhart Collective): Celaphaeia says, "I would like a new alliance, please." (Ironhart Collective): Eritheyl says, "Targeting Jolanthe." (Ironhart Collective): You say, "No targeting Jolanthe!" (Ironhart Collective): Llani says, "They always seem to come up short." (Ironhart Collective): You say, "...Nn." (Ironhart Collective): Lysandus says, "Oh boy." (Ironhart Collective): Sutekh says, "Celaphaeia prefers the *new* clan...goru, it seems."
Seritul d'Vanecu looks to the bones in your hands. "Oh no," he shakes his head, "I would not keep my
Mother here. She is in the crypt proper above as befits her station."
Lady Grey Sapphira d'Vanecu, the Ensanguined Aesthete says, "Uhh. You haven't looked at the crypts
in some time, i take it?"
You have emoted: Uzriel glances up, "Erm, when was the last time you were up there?"
Seritul d'Vanecu says, "My wife tends to the crypt above, I tend to the crypt below."
Arching an eyebrow, Seritul d'Vanecu says, "Surely you have met her? Seen her tending to the crypt?"
Description of the above crypt his wife is apparently in and tending as its been since I've been in Lusternia: The d'Vanecu Mausoleum. A smaller affair than that of the d'Murani notable's last resting place, nonetheless this family
crypt shows signs of the extreme wealth of the d'Vanecu Dynasty, who have spared no expense in
commemorating each loved one's demise. Evidently, the crypt has been robbed - sarcophagi have been
vandalised, lead sheet or gold leaf having long been literally peeled away from the variety of
statuary and memorials that stand as silent witnesses to their own ruination. A vandalised statue of
an armour-clad warrior stands guard over the Family crypt here. You see a single exit leading southwest (open door).
(Shadowlight): Romaan (from the Aetherways) says, "Target: Freja."
(Shadowlight): Gyorn (from the Spirit Plane) says, "Rude."
(Shadowlight): You say, "I will never understand the predilection of Celestians to attack their
own."
(Shadowlight): Romaan (from the Aetherways) says, "It shows compassion."
(Shadowlight): You say, "You use that word. I do not think it means what you think it means."
ACHIEVEMENT UNLOCKED: PRINCESS BRIDE REFERENCE
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.
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Bizirik, the leothin sniffs Terentia, trying to decipher just what that smell emanating from Her is.
"That much shows," Terentia remarks, and as Bizirik gets close to sniff Her, She looks down at the creature. Bending down, the Goddess' hand alights just a hair above Bizirk's form. "This is not like anything I have seen, Gurashi. Does she like pets?"
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.’
Insert Gaudiguch joke here
<astral insanity> Lysandus tells you, "I hate the Soulless Gods."
Like the pealing of so many bells, your voice rings to Paradigm-Seeker, Kalas Lysandus, the Wanderer, "Yes, we all hate the Soulless Gods."
The melodious voice of Lysandus resonates in your mind, "Wait, what."
Like the pealing of so many bells, your voice rings to Paradigm-Seeker, Kalas Lysandus, the Wanderer, "Oh. I thought we were bonding over mutual hatred."
The melodious voice of Lysandus resonates in your mind, "Oh I hate the Soulless too."
Like the pealing of so many bells, your voice rings to Paradigm-Seeker, Kalas Lysandus, the Wanderer, "Hooray!"
The melodious voice of Lysandus resonates in your mind, "Heh."
This guy...
Afrit rubs his tummy contentedly.
Kind @Nepenthe exclaims to you, "Beware Afrit's belly rub!"
Also Nep: That belly tho.
You're welcome.
-
Romaan bows respectfully to you.
You say, "Hello."
Neladahi takes a starry design catalogue embroidered with coral and pearl from a petite purple squid pack.
Neladahi raises her hand in greeting to you and says "Hi!"
Romaan snickers at Neladahi.
You say, "What's a good name for a boy kirin."
"Ummmm," Neladahi says uncertainly.
Sir Romaan D'Varden, Knight of the Paladins says, "Woman and their need for shoes."
In a light, sing-song brogue, Freja Ysav'rai, Herald of Sacrifice says, "I only have boots."
You say, "That's kinda a long name."
Sister Neladahi La'Saet exclaims to you, "Sliine!"
Romaan hugs Freja compassionately.
Sister Neladahi La'Saet exclaims, "Or Thualune!"
You say, "Sliine."
You say, "Thualune."
You say, "Not bad."
Sister Neladahi La'Saet says, "They're good merian names."
Neladahi wiggles her bare toes, looking down at them. "Well, my other shoes fell apart," she explains to Romaan.
You say, "Put a rune on them."
You tell Sir Romaan D'Varden, Knight of the Paladins, "I have decided to reject "Woman and their need for shoes." as being too long and possibly misleading as a potential name for my kirin. I hope you understand."
Neladahi leaves to the up.
The bright, bell-like voice of Romaan rings in your ear, "I completely understand!"
Tridemon points at Bizirik, the leothin. "Animal." He then points at an adolescent vinestalker. "Vegetable." And then he taps himself on the chest. "Mineral."
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.’
A metallic feathered pelican takes a bloody ear into its golden, leathery beak pouch, flapping its wings vigorously and squawking.
You say, "Deliver to Nepenthe."
A metallic feathered pelican lifts its head, shaking the golden beak pouch a few times to ensure the security of its package. Then with a gurgly squawk, a metallic feathered pelican flaps its large wings and slowly takes off into the air, joints creaking with the machinery underneath.
A metallic feathered pelican squawks through its long, golden-pouched beak as it returns, landing with vigorous flapping of large wings.
Like the pealing of so many bells, your voice rings to Kind Nepenthe, "Just wanted you to know - I'm always willing to listen."
Nepenthe tells you, "You nasty."
Like the pealing of so many bells, your voice rings to Kind Nepenthe, "You can be so cruel."
Nepenthe tells you, "Whose ear is it?"
Like the pealing of so many bells, your voice rings to Kind Nepenthe, "Mine! Obviously!"
Like the pealing of so many bells, your voice rings to Kind Nepenthe, "Otherwise it makes no sense."
Nepenthe tells you, "Hmmh, you really commit to the bit, I'll give you that!"
Like the pealing of so many bells, your voice rings to Kind Nepenthe, "Heh."
An ominous shadow falls over you as some gargantuan creature blots out the light. You look up to see an enormous stuffed dragon descending upon you, arms open wide for a hug, and before you know it you're enveloped in the comfortable embrace of plush and pliant fabric. As the behemoth disengages and returns whence he came, you notice a courtier butterfly tucked discreetly in your hand.
A courtier butterfly unfolds and sings to you, "You're a real cut-up but at least you're sincear. Smell ya later! -n."
His muzzle falls out of a courtier butterfly and into your hands.
A courtier butterfly flutters apart in wisps of vellum as the last of its contents spill into your hands.
@Nepenthe
That's not bad?
(Ironhart Collective): Ashira says, "I'm pretty much the only dwarf around these days..."
(Ironhart Collective): Jolanthe says, "You might say that racial demographic is quite... dwarved by the others."
(Ironhart Collective): Celaphaeia says, "I would like a new alliance, please."
(Ironhart Collective): Eritheyl says, "Targeting Jolanthe."
(Ironhart Collective): You say, "No targeting Jolanthe!"
(Ironhart Collective): Llani says, "They always seem to come up short."
(Ironhart Collective): You say, "...Nn."
(Ironhart Collective): Lysandus says, "Oh boy."
(Ironhart Collective): Sutekh says, "Celaphaeia prefers the *new* clan...goru, it seems."
Avatar made through Picrew
Seritul d'Vanecu looks to the bones in your hands. "Oh no," he shakes his head, "I would not keep my Mother here. She is in the crypt proper above as befits her station."
Lady Grey Sapphira d'Vanecu, the Ensanguined Aesthete says, "Uhh. You haven't looked at the crypts in some time, i take it?"
You have emoted: Uzriel glances up, "Erm, when was the last time you were up there?"
Seritul d'Vanecu says, "My wife tends to the crypt above, I tend to the crypt below."
Arching an eyebrow, Seritul d'Vanecu says, "Surely you have met her? Seen her tending to the crypt?"
Description of the above crypt his wife is apparently in and tending as its been since I've been in Lusternia:
The d'Vanecu Mausoleum.
A smaller affair than that of the d'Murani notable's last resting place, nonetheless this family crypt shows signs of the extreme wealth of the d'Vanecu Dynasty, who have spared no expense in commemorating each loved one's demise. Evidently, the crypt has been robbed - sarcophagi have been vandalised, lead sheet or gold leaf having long been literally peeled away from the variety of statuary and memorials that stand as silent witnesses to their own ruination. A vandalised statue of an armour-clad warrior stands guard over the Family crypt here.
You see a single exit leading southwest (open door).
ACHIEVEMENT UNLOCKED: PRINCESS BRIDE REFERENCE