Anita would like you to know that: If my tells are off, I am lost in the land of guild scrolls; If I am not within the realms, I'll try to get back to you as soon as possible~ May Mother Moon light your path always!
With a loud yet playful whistle, a mechanical dirigible comes puttering in on currents of air, its
metallic claw grasping an oily purple gland, which it quickly deposits in your hands.
What
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.
Uruk swings a rapier of demonic steel at a bloated sewer eel. Uruk cuts him with a light wound.
Uruk has scored an OBLITERATING CRITICAL hit!
The blade shears through a bloated sewer eel's body, coming clean through the other side with a strangely quiet swish. He appears momentarily surprised, before his eyes glaze over in death and he collapses to the ground.
A bloated sewer eel has been slain by Uruk.
A wriggling sewer eel tumbles out of a bloated sewer eel.
A wriggling sewer eel tumbles out of a bloated sewer eel.
A wriggling sewer eel tumbles out of a bloated sewer eel.
A wriggling sewer eel tumbles out of a bloated sewer eel.
A wriggling sewer eel tumbles out of a bloated sewer eel.
(Clan): Vivet says, "Oh boy. Guess I better get ready." (Clan): You say, "What for?"
<dramatic pause>
(Clan): Elanorwen (from the Realms of the Domoth) says, "Justice."
The way I read this made it sound like something a lot more interesting than a domoth claim was about to go down.
I can totally picture the long slow drag off her pipe to put up rebounding before she answered, too.
I am so ROFL-ing about this right now. My roommate came by to see what was so amusing. Mind you, I was giggling last night when you pointed it out, too, although my mind was going different places then... especially considering we had just had a discussion about marriage with Vivet 10 minutes before that. Anyway!
Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it.
You playfully pinch a simple house maid on the behind. A simple house maid winks conspiratorially at you.
Cheeky maids, woot!
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.
An eery smile playing across its lips, a plush doll of Mother Night says, "The Wyrd had another god as its Champion, once. Do you remember? If not, ask Xenthos, for he knows of it all too well."
Night really just wants us to troll him for every last detail.
A plush doll of Meleris, Keeper of the Pool of Stars digs about in his robes. A plush doll of Meleris, Keeper of the Pool of Stars says, "My vision protection assurance device seems to have disappeared. Those dratted Hallifaxians..." A plush doll of Meleris, Keeper of the Pool of Stars draws out a darkened pair of spectacles, nodding in relief. A plush doll of Meleris, Keeper of the Pool of Stars says, "Ah, yes. These are quite a necessity sometimes, particularly when in the presence of certain Divine. I would not wish to be..."
A plush doll of Meleris, Keeper of the Pool of Stars slips on the shaded spectacles, a faint grin curling his lips.
A plush doll of Meleris, Keeper of the Pool of Stars says, "...blinded by the Light."
A plush doll of Meleris, Keeper of the Pool of Stars says, "Have you heard tell of the Magnagoran
Priestess of Nil who saw the error of her ways and wished to be baptised anew in the Pool of Stars?"
A plush doll of Meleris, Keeper of the Pool of Stars sighs beneficently, eyes cast skyward.
Warmly, a plush doll of Meleris, Keeper of the Pool of Stars says, "She melted. The mess was nearly
worth it."
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.
A plush doll of Meleris, Keeper of the Pool of Stars digs about in his robes. A plush doll of Meleris, Keeper of the Pool of Stars says, "My vision protection assurance device seems to have disappeared. Those dratted Hallifaxians..." A plush doll of Meleris, Keeper of the Pool of Stars draws out a darkened pair of spectacles, nodding in relief. A plush doll of Meleris, Keeper of the Pool of Stars says, "Ah, yes. These are quite a necessity sometimes, particularly when in the presence of certain Divine. I would not wish to be..."
A plush doll of Meleris, Keeper of the Pool of Stars slips on the shaded spectacles, a faint grin curling his lips.
A plush doll of Meleris, Keeper of the Pool of Stars says, "...blinded by the Light."
Next week on CSI: New Celest... The Light and How to Swing It
Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it.
Looking a plush doll of Lhiannan in her buttoned eyes, a plush doll of Mother Night says, "I've heard rumours of the way you verbally abuse some of those who are out collecting fae for us, and I have to say...I honestly don't think you're being harsh enough."
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Ehhh, astral insanity quite often produces kinky messages. Especially considering it includes the "where the sun don't shine" in its dictionary.
Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it.
guild scrolls; If I am not within the realms, I'll try to get back to you as
soon as possible~ May Mother Moon light your path always!
Signature!
Estarra the Eternal says, "Give Shevat the floor please."
The way I read this made it sound like something a lot more interesting than a domoth claim was about to go down.
I can totally picture the long slow drag off her pipe to put up rebounding before she answered, too.
Vive l'apostrophe!
Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it.
You tell Iosai the Anomaly, "I didn't mean to break it... again."
You tell Iosai the Anomaly, "Noooooo!!! (oh go on then)"
*log in*
... meep.
Edit: Update
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!
12:13:38.269 Shuyin turns pallid and drops to the ground.
12:13:38.276 You have slain Shuyin.
Scumbag bleeding stealing my preserve kill
Signature!
Signature!
A simple house maid winks conspiratorially at you.
Cheeky maids, woot!
Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it.
Estarra the Eternal says, "Give Shevat the floor please."
Estarra the Eternal says, "Give Shevat the floor please."
:O
Tonight amidst the mountaintops
And endless starless night
Singing how the wind was lost
Before an earthly flight
Night really just wants us to troll him for every last detail.
A plush doll of Meleris, Keeper of the Pool of Stars says, "My vision protection assurance device seems to have disappeared. Those dratted Hallifaxians..."
A plush doll of Meleris, Keeper of the Pool of Stars draws out a darkened pair of spectacles, nodding in relief.
A plush doll of Meleris, Keeper of the Pool of Stars says, "Ah, yes. These are quite a necessity sometimes, particularly when in the presence of certain Divine. I would not wish to be..."
A plush doll of Meleris, Keeper of the Pool of Stars slips on the shaded spectacles, a faint grin curling his lips.
A plush doll of Meleris, Keeper of the Pool of Stars says, "...blinded by the Light."
Signature!
Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it.