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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EveriineWise Old Swordsbird / BrontaurIndianapolis, IN, USA
Haiden McCloud shouts, "YOU WILL PAY FOR THIS INSULT!"
Ironbeard is out of gifts and has given Haiden death instead.
Everiine is a man, and is very manly. This MAN before you is so manly you might as well just gender bend right now, cause he's the manliest man that you ever did see. His manly shape has spurned many women and girlyer men to boughs of fainting. He stands before you in a manly manerific typical man-like outfit which is covered in his manly motto: "I am a man!"
Daraius said: You gotta risk it for the biscuit.
Pony power all the way, yo. The more Brontaurs the better.
A golden, sleek pony with a braided tail's stomach gives one last desperate growl before he keels over from starvation. A golden, sleek pony with a braided tail shimmers and fades away from sight. Midnight shadows coalesce around a new day, and Mother Night embraces the land in utter darkness.
"Oops!" Tarkanos exclaims with a bashful expression.
Tarkanos Mes'ard, the Titled says, "I don't love that pony, anyway."
The postal clerk takes a persimmon origami flame from you, and then hands it back, her job done.
Robbed of the delight of seeing a delivery sphere!!
I do admit a more Hallifaxian version would be to put it in a sphere, have it bob there for a bit, then spit the letter back out at you [or at the postal clerk who -then- hands it to you].
.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."
The postal clerk takes a persimmon origami flame from you, and then hands it back, her job done.
Robbed of the delight of seeing a delivery sphere!!
I do admit a more Hallifaxian version would be to put it in a sphere, have it bob there for a bit, then spit the letter back out at you [or at the postal clerk who -then- hands it to you].
The postal clerk takes a persimmon origami flame from you, and then hands it back, her job done.
Robbed of the delight of seeing a delivery sphere!!
I do admit a more Hallifaxian version would be to put it in a sphere, have it bob there for a bit, then spit the letter back out at you [or at the postal clerk who -then- hands it to you].
Thanks, now Daraius is going to sound like Patrick Stewart in my head...
.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."
This sounds uncomfortably like the beginning of horrible fanfiction...
Also doesn't grok as I was once informed Mael was Tenzin from the Legend of Korra [as voiced by J.K. Simmons, aka Cave Johnson].
... what we talking about again?
.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."
NARF!
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EveriineWise Old Swordsbird / BrontaurIndianapolis, IN, USA
Building a combustible lemon to burn down your house, that's what we're talking about.
Everiine is a man, and is very manly. This MAN before you is so manly you might as well just gender bend right now, cause he's the manliest man that you ever did see. His manly shape has spurned many women and girlyer men to boughs of fainting. He stands before you in a manly manerific typical man-like outfit which is covered in his manly motto: "I am a man!"
Daraius said: You gotta risk it for the biscuit.
Pony power all the way, yo. The more Brontaurs the better.
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First thing that popped into my head ...
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!
Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it.
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!
Ironbeard is out of gifts and has given Haiden death instead.
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!
Estarra the Eternal says, "Give Shevat the floor please."
Estarra the Eternal says, "Give Shevat the floor please."
A fuzzy spider's eyes bug out of its head at you in wonder.
A fuzzy spider says to you, "Moo."
A fuzzy spider shoots out of the room on a silken string.
A fuzzy spider drops in from above on a silken string.
A fuzzy spider's eyes bug out of its head at you in wonder.
A fuzzy spider says to you, "I'm a cow."
A fuzzy spider shoots out of the room on a silken string.
A fuzzy spider drops in from above on a silken string.
A fuzzy spider's eyes bug out of its head at you in wonder.
A fuzzy spider exclaims to you, "Caw caw!"
A fuzzy spider shoots out of the room on a silken string.
Ehehehehe.
growl before he keels over from starvation.
A golden, sleek pony with a braided tail shimmers and fades away from sight.
Midnight shadows coalesce around a new day, and Mother Night embraces the land
in utter darkness.
"Oops!" Tarkanos exclaims with a bashful expression.
Tarkanos Mes'ard, the Titled says, "I don't love that pony, anyway."
Signature!
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You sense irritation and annoyance through your bond as a great brindle mastiff
imparts the sensation of burned jaws.
Estarra the Eternal says, "Give Shevat the floor please."
Estarra the Eternal says, "Give Shevat the floor please."
Estarra the Eternal says, "Give Shevat the floor please."
NARF!
Estarra the Eternal says, "Give Shevat the floor please."
NARF!
Estarra the Eternal says, "Give Shevat the floor please."
NARF!
motes of bright light.
Ilistala emerges from the shadows, curiously looking around.
A masked faeling gives 44 spice pies to you.
A masked faeling says, "For your pig."
Ilistala melds into the shadows, quickly disappearing from view.