(Gaudiguch): You say, "Do you think if we gave Drachou a big drink of firemead AND the stuff from the fizzy river on Crumkindivia, he could burp up a big cloud of flame to keep the storms from raining on us?"
(Gaudiguch): You say, "I'm really not happy with what all this sandy mud is doing to my pedicure."
- much later -
The disgruntled roar of the Guardian Drachou can be heard as he protests the raging storm, sending the Eternal Flame surging above the tip of the Great Pyramid for a few moments.
Likely coincidental, but it made me so happy. Love he
Crumkane, Lord of Epicurean Delights says, "WAS IT INDEED ON FIRE, ERITHEYL."
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With a deep reverb, Contemptible Sutekh says, "CEASE YOUR INFERNAL ENERGY, ERITHEYL."
(Market): Ruiku says, "Paying well for you coal and peppermint pieces." 12300h, 10750m, 11300e, 10p BesSixk<>-north This room has not been mapped. Stables. (#PANDA_3) In the shape of an open palm, a metallic sigil lies here. A sign suggests you can use STABLE commands here. You see exits leading south and west. 12300h, 10750m, 11300e, 10p BesSixk<>-outr coal (Market): Ruiku says, "Your, rather." 12300h, 10800m, 11300e, 10p BesSixk<>-(+50m, 0.5%) You remove 1 coal, bringing the total in the rift to 412. 12300h, 10800m, 11300e, 10p BesSixk<>-give coal to thaldorn You give a piece of coal to Thaldorn Thornfist, the White. 12300h, 10750m, 11300e, 10p BesSixk<>-(-50m, 0.5%) say deliver to Ruiku You say, "Deliver to Ruiku." With a crisp salute, Thaldorn takes a piece of coal and strides off towards his quarry, his armour clanking loudly as he departs. 12300h, 10800m, 11300e, 10p BesSixk<>-(+50m, 0.5%) Syr Thaldorn Thornfist enters with long steady strides, his armour clanking loudly as he approaches. He salutes sharply before standing at attention by your side. 12300h, 10750m, 11300e, 10p BesSixk<>-(-50m, 0.5%) say follow me, Thaldorn You say, "Follow me, Thaldorn." Thaldorn Thornfist, the White begins to follow closely behind you.
>.> Had to.
A giant panda bounds into view, flanked by a gargantuan gorilla clad in golden plate armour. They both salute as the vision fades.
Jolanthe Myeras says to Galaphyrae, "Oh, there's a lot of new ones that came through in the arts. Balancing all the tints around with colourful designs can get a little nightmarish now."
Jolanthe Myeras says to you, "Indeed! The palette is a good reference for everything that is new, since it used to require all of them - it still only requires what it originally called for." Jolanthe Myeras says to you, "Which is why rainbow-anything is usually better to use a palette for now, I feel."
Forestwalker Llani Myeras says, "Compared to using all the tints, it's much more paletteable."
Calfuray: #EarthBob Long ago, the four Bobs lived together in harmony. Then, everything changed when the FireBob attacked. Only the Producer, master of all four Bobs, could stop them, but when the economy needed them most, they vanished. 500 years passed and my brother and I discovered the new Producer, an airBob named Orael, and although his coding skills are great, he has a lot to learn before he's ready to save anyone. But I believe Orael can save the economy.
Duck, the Confused Chicken begins to squawk and flap, eliciting a sideways
glance from the Oneiroi, as she hovers unsteadily away. Her voice, loud and
fowl, fades and echoes, "Duck away!"
A gargantuan wolfman says, "Thank you for hosting little fae! Understandable, you have no costume. Nothing scarier than a bookkeeper!"
Huskii's mouth turns up as their face breaks into a smile. Huskii nods their head emphatically.
Opening your mouth wide, you gape in wonder. Xiran teeters in the air as she laughs. ( You are wielding an exquisite ink brush in your left hand and a discreet pocket-sized notepad in your right hand. ) --- You quickly unwrap a divinely wrapped present, which sprays glittering silver dust and cheerful confetti into the air, and grin enormously upon receiving a tiny pixie.
Huskii's eyes sparkle with amusement at you.
Huskii Myeras of the Misty Vale says to you, "You got another you!"
Going through event logs and gosh this guy was just the cutest.
A crazed dancer peeks an eye open, looking around. "Is it working? Am I asleep yet?"
Zulte passes a hand over the eyes of a crazed dancer quickly, "Shhhh not yet."
A crazed dancer lies there, waiting silently, attempting to rest. After a pregnant pause, "Am I asleep now?"
Quietly, Perhaps Zulte al-Saaoud, Helot of the First Paradigm says, "Yes you are, comfortable and sleeping."
A crazed dancer doesn't respond, letting the silence last after the statement. Then, simply, proffers, "Okay."
A crazed dancer lies there a moment longer before asking, "Why don't I feel like I'm asleep?"
In a clicking, throaty rasp, Perhaps Zulte al-Saaoud, Helot of the First Paradigm says, "Maybe we are all asleep together and we are sharing a dream. What do you see?"
A crazed dancer says, "The back of my eyelids."
Crumkane, Lord of Epicurean Delights says, "WAS IT INDEED ON FIRE, ERITHEYL."
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With a deep reverb, Contemptible Sutekh says, "CEASE YOUR INFERNAL ENERGY, ERITHEYL."
(Gaudiguch): Mesadari Rhiero, Keeper of the Eternal Flame says, "A lesson on the importance of writing things down, of course. And not using said writings as rolling paper."
(Gaudiguch): Sutekh says, "Or as mummy wrappings."
(Gaudiguch): Yire says, "Wait you're not supposed to-."
(Gaudiguch): You say, "I want to be mummified in sheafs of my own writing, when I'm ready to kick the bucket for the last time."
(Gaudiguch): Mesadari Rhiero, Keeper of the Eternal Flame says, "I would also recommend against using mummy wrappings as rolling paper, yes."
Crumkane, Lord of Epicurean Delights says, "WAS IT INDEED ON FIRE, ERITHEYL."
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With a deep reverb, Contemptible Sutekh says, "CEASE YOUR INFERNAL ENERGY, ERITHEYL."
You begin to turn a Censer of Wonder rapidly, twisting its pieces and it begins to waver and change shape before your eyes. It finally solidifies as Censer of Wonder.
Crumkane, Lord of Epicurean Delights says, "WAS IT INDEED ON FIRE, ERITHEYL."
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With a deep reverb, Contemptible Sutekh says, "CEASE YOUR INFERNAL ENERGY, ERITHEYL."
Searing pain fills your body as, before you notice or can react to the sensation, an arm wraps itself around your neck and a blade enters your abdomen. The shock and agony leave you momentarily immobile as you're dragged by the neck to a nearby alleyway. Creation Itself obscures your vision. Within a dark alleyway.
There are no obvious exits.
You are quickly dropped to the floor by your assailant, a slim dracnari covered head to toe in white linens now stained blood red and a silken white veil. Drawing a dagger from his sash twin to the one embedded in your kidney, the masked assailant quickly brings the weapon across your neck, cleanly slicing through windpipe and artery alike. As the world grows black, you can faintly feel a blade sawing at one of your fingers. You have been slain by a mysterious assailant.
Eritheyl has disappeared into the twisting depths of Gaudiguch's alleyways. You see the death occur at within a dark alleyway.
Crumkane, Lord of Epicurean Delights says, "WAS IT INDEED ON FIRE, ERITHEYL."
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With a deep reverb, Contemptible Sutekh says, "CEASE YOUR INFERNAL ENERGY, ERITHEYL."
(Fire Hogwash): Yire (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "Also consuming paint is valid, it doesn't harm anybody, you're free to consume whatever you want and don't let others tell you otherwise. warning labels are put by the government, big food is hiding the real cuisine from you, drink paint every day, lead based tastes better."
(Fire Hogwash): Mazarin (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "...erm."
(Fire Hogwash): Yire (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "Sorry mis."
Llani's melodic voice sings into your mind, "If you mail the leaves to someone, is it the letter of the law?" ---
Llani's melodic voice sings into your mind, "If a bookshelf falls on you, are you liburied?" ---
You quickly break open a cookie, palming an ethereal mantle of the Fae and a strip of paper and stuffing the broken cookie in your mouth. You quickly read the paper in your hands: Could I get some directions to your heart? (I mean. That works.)
A mugwump lovebird puffs up his chest and a crazy gleam enters his eyes as he
vigorously agrees with you that his intelligence and strength far surpass anyone
else's.
A mugwump lovebird falls silent for a spell, thinking this over, before exhaling
with relief.
Confidently, a mugwump lovebird says, "I don't want to do this, not yet at
least. Maybe not ever? We'll see! But not this season to be sure. Please take me
to a waystation if you'd be so kind? Right outside, I'll grab the first carriage
home."
There might be a sad tinge to it given this fellow's story, but I also find it endearing as an ace person.
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A giant panda bounds into view, flanked by a gargantuan gorilla clad in golden plate armour. They both salute as the vision fades.
(Gaudiguch): You say, "I'm really not happy with what all this sandy mud is doing to my pedicure."
- much later -
The disgruntled roar of the Guardian Drachou can be heard as he protests the raging storm, sending the Eternal Flame surging above the tip of the Great Pyramid for a few moments.
Likely coincidental, but it made me so happy. Love he
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I didn't even know such a word existed until now. Lusternia expanding my vocabulary in all the wrong ways.
Spinner Afollia Ebonrose, the Wyrden Haruspex says, "Yes dear."
Afollia's eyes sparkle with amusement.
Parental supervised flirting, comes with the cult package!
12300h, 10750m, 11300e, 10p BesSixk<>-north
This room has not been mapped.
Stables. (#PANDA_3)
In the shape of an open palm, a metallic sigil lies here. A sign suggests you can use STABLE
commands here.
You see exits leading south and west.
12300h, 10750m, 11300e, 10p BesSixk<>-outr coal
(Market): Ruiku says, "Your, rather."
12300h, 10800m, 11300e, 10p BesSixk<>-(+50m, 0.5%)
You remove 1 coal, bringing the total in the rift to 412.
12300h, 10800m, 11300e, 10p BesSixk<>-give coal to thaldorn
You give a piece of coal to Thaldorn Thornfist, the White.
12300h, 10750m, 11300e, 10p BesSixk<>-(-50m, 0.5%) say
deliver to Ruiku
You say, "Deliver to Ruiku."
With a crisp salute, Thaldorn takes a piece of coal and strides off towards his quarry, his armour
clanking loudly as he departs.
12300h, 10800m, 11300e, 10p BesSixk<>-(+50m, 0.5%)
Syr Thaldorn Thornfist enters with long steady strides, his armour clanking loudly as he approaches.
He salutes sharply before standing at attention by your side.
12300h, 10750m, 11300e, 10p BesSixk<>-(-50m, 0.5%) say
follow me, Thaldorn
You say, "Follow me, Thaldorn."
Thaldorn Thornfist, the White begins to follow closely behind you.
>.> Had to.
A giant panda bounds into view, flanked by a gargantuan gorilla clad in golden plate armour. They both salute as the vision fades.
Jolanthe Myeras says to Galaphyrae, "Oh, there's a lot of new ones that came through in the arts. Balancing all the tints around with colourful designs can get a little nightmarish now."
Jolanthe Myeras says to you, "Indeed! The palette is a good reference for everything that is new, since it used to require all of them - it still only requires what it originally called for."
Jolanthe Myeras says to you, "Which is why rainbow-anything is usually better to use a palette for now, I feel."
Forestwalker Llani Myeras says, "Compared to using all the tints, it's much more paletteable."
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Discord quote. Trader Bob gets no love. Or?
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Alarin: #FireBob
>.>
Calfuray: #WaterBob
Ashira: #AirBob
Calfuray: #EarthBob
Long ago, the four Bobs lived together in harmony. Then, everything changed when the FireBob attacked. Only the Producer, master of all four Bobs, could stop them, but when the economy needed them most, they vanished. 500 years passed and my brother and I discovered the new Producer, an airBob named Orael, and although his coding skills are great, he has a lot to learn before he's ready to save anyone. But I believe Orael can save the economy.
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Oneiroi glances askance.
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Huskii's mouth turns up as their face breaks into a smile.
Huskii nods their head emphatically.
Opening your mouth wide, you gape in wonder.
Xiran teeters in the air as she laughs.
( You are wielding an exquisite ink brush in your left hand and a discreet pocket-sized notepad in your right hand. )
---
You quickly unwrap a divinely wrapped present, which sprays glittering silver dust and cheerful confetti into the air, and grin enormously upon receiving a tiny pixie.
Huskii's eyes sparkle with amusement at you.
Huskii Myeras of the Misty Vale says to you, "You got another you!"
Xiran sputters at Huskii.
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Zulte passes a hand over the eyes of a crazed dancer quickly, "Shhhh not yet."
A crazed dancer lies there, waiting silently, attempting to rest. After a pregnant pause, "Am I asleep now?"
Quietly, Perhaps Zulte al-Saaoud, Helot of the First Paradigm says, "Yes you are, comfortable and sleeping."
A crazed dancer doesn't respond, letting the silence last after the statement. Then, simply, proffers, "Okay."
A crazed dancer lies there a moment longer before asking, "Why don't I feel like I'm asleep?"
In a clicking, throaty rasp, Perhaps Zulte al-Saaoud, Helot of the First Paradigm says, "Maybe we are all asleep together and we are sharing a dream. What do you see?"
A crazed dancer says, "The back of my eyelids."
-
(Gaudiguch): Mesadari Rhiero, Keeper of the Eternal Flame says, "A lesson on the importance of writing things down, of course. And not using said writings as rolling paper."
(Gaudiguch): Sutekh says, "Or as mummy wrappings."
(Gaudiguch): Yire says, "Wait you're not supposed to-."
(Gaudiguch): You say, "I want to be mummified in sheafs of my own writing, when I'm ready to kick the bucket for the last time."
(Gaudiguch): Mesadari Rhiero, Keeper of the Eternal Flame says, "I would also recommend against using mummy wrappings as rolling paper, yes."
-
shape before your eyes. It finally solidifies as Censer of Wonder.
-
itself around your neck and a blade enters your abdomen. The shock and agony leave you momentarily
immobile as you're dragged by the neck to a nearby alleyway.
Creation Itself obscures your vision.
Within a dark alleyway.
linens now stained blood red and a silken white veil. Drawing a dagger from his sash twin to the one
embedded in your kidney, the masked assailant quickly brings the weapon across your neck, cleanly
slicing through windpipe and artery alike. As the world grows black, you can faintly feel a blade
sawing at one of your fingers.
You have been slain by a mysterious assailant.
Eritheyl has disappeared into the twisting depths of Gaudiguch's alleyways.
You see the death occur at within a dark alleyway.
-
doesn't harm anybody, you're free to consume whatever you want and don't let others tell you
otherwise. warning labels are put by the government, big food is hiding the real cuisine from you,
drink paint every day, lead based tastes better."
(Fire Hogwash): Mazarin (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "...erm."
(Fire Hogwash): Yire (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "Sorry mis."
(Clan): Ayisdra says, "Random
A giant panda bounds into view, flanked by a gargantuan gorilla clad in golden plate armour. They both salute as the vision fades.
Llani's melodic voice sings into your mind, "If you mail the leaves to someone, is it the letter of the law?"
---
Llani's melodic voice sings into your mind, "If a bookshelf falls on you, are you liburied?"
---
You quickly break open a cookie, palming an ethereal mantle of the Fae and a strip of paper and stuffing the broken cookie in your mouth.
You quickly read the paper in your hands: Could I get some directions to your heart?
(I mean. That works.)
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A mugwump lovebird puffs up his chest and a crazy gleam enters his eyes as he vigorously agrees with you that his intelligence and strength far surpass anyone else's.
A mugwump lovebird falls silent for a spell, thinking this over, before exhaling with relief.
Confidently, a mugwump lovebird says, "I don't want to do this, not yet at least. Maybe not ever? We'll see! But not this season to be sure. Please take me to a waystation if you'd be so kind? Right outside, I'll grab the first carriage home."
There might be a sad tinge to it given this fellow's story, but I also find it endearing as an ace person.
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A giant panda bounds into view, flanked by a gargantuan gorilla clad in golden plate armour. They both salute as the vision fades.
that wargames thing? Did I miss it?"
(Squirrels): Esei (from the Aetherways)
says, "[REDACTED]."
(Squirrels): Esei (from the Aetherways)
says, "Couple hours."
(Squirrels): You say, "...WHAT?!"
(Squirrels): Esei (from the Aetherways)
says, "HOLD ON."
(Squirrels): You say, "If anyone needs a
third, count me in!"
(Squirrels): Esei (from the Aetherways)
says, "Wait."
(Squirrels): Esei (from the Aetherways)
says, "*stares angrily at calendar*."
(Squirrels): Esei (from the Aetherways)
says, "It's tomorrow."
(Squirrels): You say,
"Dontscaremelikedat! D:<."
(Squirrels): Esei (from the Aetherways)
says, "I scared myself damn it."
(Squirrels): You say, "I know, lol. <3."
A giant panda bounds into view, flanked by a gargantuan gorilla clad in golden plate armour. They both salute as the vision fades.
Intern Canisse says, "So.."
Intern Canisse asks, "Cards?"
Intern Canisse says to Ialie, "Care to chance it?"
Ialie Starfall says, "I have no idea how to play..."
You say to Ialie, "First, you smack Ixchilgal until my deck comes flying out of his hands."
Ixchilgal grunts noncommitally.
With an expression of extreme anger, Ialie slaps Ixchilgal really hard across the face.
Opening your mouth wide, you gape in wonder at Ialie.
Ixchilgal peers at Ialie unscrupulously.
Not At All Irrational, Ixchilgal Mes'ard, Lord of Noodles says, "That's it, we're telling everyone your song now."
You say, "Oho."
Ialie Starfall says to you, "You said to!"
Intern Canisse says, "I did hear that, yes."
You laughingly say to Ialie, "Yeah but you really -unleashed- something there, that was awe -inspiring."
Ialie Starfall says, "Was that not part of the game?"
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