Can we just agree that kick-and-run raiding is silly, calling someone out on it is not abusive or against forum rules, it is similarly silly to defend kick-and-run raiders, and that the Quotes thread is probably not the best place to point out people who are doing it on a daily basis?
I made the mistake of seeing a video that can never be unseen, so...
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Archmage Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance indicates you with a simple, upward wave of her hand, the fingers opening and closing like flower petals.
Archmage Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance turns to you with a fond, but apologetic smile, and indicates Raikogen in turn with a grander sweep of her arm.
Archmage Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance nods first to Raikogen and then to you, the result being that her head bobs rapidly from one side to the other.
Archmage Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance makes wavy gestures with both hands in an attempt to indicate both variety and immensity.
Know what? I'm grumpy and I need caffeine. I've edited my prior post as so not to offend people.
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.
You tell Archmage Shiawase n'Lochli, Countess of Corrosion, "Sure."
Shiawase tells you, "One moment. Just finishing up this empowerment."
You feel a slight tug within your chest and the air around you sparkles with motes of bright light. You sense Shiawase pulling on the strands of aether surrounding you.
You feel a slight tug within your chest and the air around you sparkles with motes of bright light. You sense Shiawase pulling on the strands of aether surrounding you.
You feel a slight tug within your chest and the air around you sparkles with motes of bright light. You sense Shiawase pulling on the strands of aether surrounding you.
Shiawase tells you, "Bear with me."
You feel a slight tug within your chest and the air around you sparkles with motes of bright light. You sense Shiawase pulling on the strands of aether surrounding you.
You tell Archmage Shiawase n'Lochli, Countess of Corrosion, "Heh."
You feel a slight tug within your chest and the air around you sparkles with motes of bright light. You sense Shiawase pulling on the strands of aether surrounding you.
Leaning forward, you gently press a kiss to Aerys's brow.
Aerys is enveloped in translucent fire for a moment and is gone, her soul safe until she returns to Lusternia.
You realise that you have been left alone - you must find companionship!
A sunny greenhouse.
Superimposed over this location, an ethereal forest reaches up to the sky. Set about in regular intervals are shelves and racks laden with various forms of plant life. Creeping kudzu vines cling to the doorway, attempting to invade the foyer to the west. Beautiful, white Clarramore skyblooms are clustered together in a large pot. Smaller, hand-sized, pots have samples of various curative herbs such as silvery faeleaf, triangular galingale, or flowering yarrow. Carnivorous plants, taken from the Mother Moonhart herself writhe about in a far corner, searching for their next meal. Estelbar strawberry plants take up half a row of their own. Planted into a small box is a patch of Serenwilde sweetgrass, taken from a sample given by Abeytu. Through the glass door to the north, one can see many flower patches, explaining the lack of flowers inside the greenhouse.
You see exits leading north and west.
Ah, I laughed a little harder at that than I should have.
The basilica forecourt. (road). Banks of clouds roil about here. Glowing on a nearby wall is script that reads, "Isune wishes to inform you Her Divine Presence was here." Standing alone in the centre of the courtyard, a gleaming silver gate crackles with static. You see exits leading south, in, and through a gate of gleaming silver.
Sparks sizzle and crackle about Globglob Mesherbrub's mechanical device, building up in intensity. Suddenly, a large electrical bolt leaps from the contraption into you sending waves of electricity through your body. 2406h, 7100m, 7200e, 10p, 27900en, 27860w sSixk-(sip health)(-3549h, 59.1%) Tiles of splintered glass. Blood coats the terrain in a thin, rippling sheet, the accompanying stench indicative of a war shrine of Shikari nearby. There are 6 failed gravediggers experiment here.
You are dismayed as a star-inscribed vial of gleaming moonstone turns to dust in your hands.
You are dismayed as a star-inscribed vial of gleaming onyx turns to dust in your hands.
A star-inscribed vial of gleaming onyx, containing the poison crotamine, has turned to dust in your
hands.
You are dismayed as a star-inscribed vial of gleaming onyx turns to dust in your hands.
You are dismayed as a star-inscribed vial of gleaming onyx turns to dust in your hands.
You are dismayed as a star-inscribed vial of gleaming onyx turns to dust in your hands.
You are dismayed as a star-inscribed vial of gleaming onyx turns to dust in your hands.
You are dismayed as a star-inscribed vial of gleaming onyx turns to dust in your hands.
You are dismayed as a star-inscribed vial of gleaming onyx turns to dust in your hands.
You are dismayed as a star-inscribed vial of gleaming jade turns to dust in your hands.
You are dismayed as a star-inscribed vial of gleaming jade turns to dust in your hands.
You are dismayed as a star-inscribed vial of gleaming jade turns to dust in your hands.
You are dismayed as a star-inscribed vial of gleaming jade turns to dust in your hands.
You are dismayed as a star-inscribed vial of gleaming jade turns to dust in your hands.
You are dismayed as a star-inscribed vial of gleaming jade turns to dust in your hands.
You are dismayed as a star-inscribed vial of gleaming jade turns to dust in your hands.
A star-inscribed vial of gleaming jade, containing the poison crotamine, has turned to dust in your
hands.
You are dismayed as a star-inscribed vial of gleaming onyx turns to dust in your hands.
You are dismayed as a star-inscribed vial of gleaming moonstone turns to dust in your hands.
You are dismayed as a star-inscribed vial of gleaming moonstone turns to dust in your hands.
You are dismayed as a star-inscribed vial of gleaming moonstone turns to dust in your hands.
You are dismayed as a star-inscribed vial of gleaming moonstone turns to dust in your hands.
You are dismayed as a star-inscribed vial of gleaming moonstone turns to dust in your hands.
You are dismayed as a star-inscribed vial of gleaming moonstone turns to dust in your hands.
You are dismayed as a star-inscribed vial of gleaming moonstone turns to dust in your hands.
Midnight shadows coalesce around a new day, and Mother Night embraces the land in utter darkness.
It is now the 1st of Tzarin, 361 years after the Coming of Estarra.
Doot doot.
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.
Most recent communication for the Grand Dominion of Hallifax: ... ... ...
14) Vivet: "It would seem that the plinth is still in good working order. Your repairman has done a smart job of it, Comptroller General." 15) Comptroller General Jai'rok Eepex: "Excellent. I will continue paying him, then."
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.
Apparently it's unacceptable to adjust crystal plinths with a hammer. People really need to tell me these things. :-S
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.
Daedalion hugs a gnome boy compassionately. You see a gnome boy yell, "Help! Help! I'm being molested! MOOOMMMYYY!" A bored expression on his face, a young gnome boy wanders off to the northeast, metal ball in hand.
Uhh... what?
Edit: I'm just... kind of surprised that someone actually coded this in.
(the meld is sound): Morkarion says, ""If you go down to the Wyrd today, you're sure of a big surprise. If you go down to the Wyrd today a Crow will poke out your eyes. They'll cut and bleed and make you plead and slice and dice because they're not nice. Today's the day the Tae'dae bears have their slaaaaaaaaaaughter.""
My favorite moment from last night's improv game:
Lord-Librarian Portius Windwhisper, Weaver of the Aurora says to Maellio, "Then we must act with otterly perfect skill, for that mustelid to victory."
I'm glad my shameless self-parody has inspired such glorious puns.
.oO---~---Oo.
"Perfect. Please move quickly to the next post, as the effects of
prolonged exposure to the signature are not part of this test."
An armoured owl sticks out a long tongue and licks a female faeling.
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.
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Would be nice to get back to the quotes!
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But I have indeed broken the game a few times. *cough*
Estarra the Eternal says, "Give Shevat the floor please."
You tell Archmage Shiawase n'Lochli, Countess of Corrosion, "Sure."
Shiawase tells you, "One moment. Just finishing up this empowerment."
You feel a slight tug within your chest and the air around you sparkles with motes of bright light.
You sense Shiawase pulling on the strands of aether surrounding you.
You feel a slight tug within your chest and the air around you sparkles with motes of bright light.
You sense Shiawase pulling on the strands of aether surrounding you.
You feel a slight tug within your chest and the air around you sparkles with motes of bright light.
You sense Shiawase pulling on the strands of aether surrounding you.
Shiawase tells you, "Bear with me."
You feel a slight tug within your chest and the air around you sparkles with motes of bright light.
You sense Shiawase pulling on the strands of aether surrounding you.
You tell Archmage Shiawase n'Lochli, Countess of Corrosion, "Heh."
You feel a slight tug within your chest and the air around you sparkles with motes of bright light.
You sense Shiawase pulling on the strands of aether surrounding you.
Shiawase tells you, "I'll walk."
Vive l'apostrophe!
Banks of clouds roil about here. Glowing on a nearby wall is script that reads, "Isune wishes to
inform you Her Divine Presence was here." Standing alone in the centre of the courtyard, a gleaming
silver gate crackles with static.
You see exits leading south, in, and through a gate of gleaming silver.
building up in intensity. Suddenly, a large electrical bolt leaps from the
contraption into you sending waves of electricity through your body.
2406h, 7100m, 7200e, 10p, 27900en, 27860w sSixk-(sip health)(-3549h, 59.1%)
Tiles of splintered glass.
Blood coats the terrain in a thin, rippling sheet, the accompanying stench
indicative of a war shrine of Shikari nearby. There are 6 failed gravediggers
experiment here.
ow and nothx
Signature!
Estarra the Eternal says, "Give Shevat the floor please."
I may have had a RL /shudder moment right after reading that..
The divine voice of Avechna, the Avenger reverberates powerfully, "Congratulations, Morkarion, you are the Bringer of Death indeed."
You see Estarra the Eternal shout, "Morkarion is no more! Mourn the mortal! But welcome True Ascendant Karlach, of the Realm of Death!
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14) Vivet: "It would seem that the plinth is still in good working order. Your repairman has done a
smart job of it, Comptroller General."
15) Comptroller General Jai'rok Eepex: "Excellent. I will continue paying him, then."
The divine voice of Avechna, the Avenger reverberates powerfully, "Congratulations, Morkarion, you are the Bringer of Death indeed."
You see Estarra the Eternal shout, "Morkarion is no more! Mourn the mortal! But welcome True Ascendant Karlach, of the Realm of Death!
You see a gnome boy yell, "Help! Help! I'm being molested! MOOOMMMYYY!"
A bored expression on his face, a young gnome boy wanders off to the northeast, metal ball in hand.
Uhh... what?
Edit: I'm just... kind of surprised that someone actually coded this in.
The divine voice of Avechna, the Avenger reverberates powerfully, "Congratulations, Morkarion, you are the Bringer of Death indeed."
You see Estarra the Eternal shout, "Morkarion is no more! Mourn the mortal! But welcome True Ascendant Karlach, of the Realm of Death!
These never stop being funny:
Lilija swings a massive golden sovereign shield at you, and you raise your shield which absorbs the blow.
Signature!
Lord-Librarian Portius Windwhisper, Weaver of the Aurora says to Maellio, "Then we must act with otterly perfect skill, for that mustelid to victory."
Estarra the Eternal says, "Give Shevat the floor please."
NARF!