Templar Valishul Dreyriandi says to you, "Off with my head please."
Maekarn blinks.
With a flourish, you draw a glistening mercurial katana from a white imperial scabbard.
You declare your intent to bear arms against Valishul.
You raise a glistening mercurial katana over your head and begin to swing it in a wide circle, gaining speed as you go.
You have recovered balance on all limbs.
You begin to bear down on Valishul, preparing to destroy him.
It is now the 6th of Roarkian, 364 years after the Coming of Estarra.
"Uhh..." stalls Seraku.
A surge of elation rushes through you as you realize that Valishul's fate is sealed. With a roar of triumph, you whip a glistening mercurial katana at Valishul's neck, slicing his head from his shoulders in a veritable fountain of dark red blood. You have slain Valishul. Having been too much for the mortal threads of Valishul, he screams in agony as flames engulf his body and burn it to a crisp.
Maekarn looks up into the air for divine inspiration.
Aiyana stares blankly into space.
With a flourish, you slip a glistening mercurial katana into a white imperial scabbard.
Iosen creases his brow in a frown.
Seraku Mak'Reya, Vicar of the Whispered Words says, "So.. Why did that happen?"
The soul of Valishul Dreyriandi says, "To mariel give my head to Aiyana."
Eltorinus suddenly inhales deeply.
You pick up the decapitated head of Valishul.
You give the decapitated head of Valishul to Aiyana Lunarose, the Ivory Firefox.
Grey Maekarn, the Crusader says to you, "Even when requested, decapitating guildmates is not suggested."
Maekarn idly twitches his tail.
Aiyana shudders violently.
Alary gasps suddenly and begins to inhale and exhale deeply and rapidly.
You say, "It was understood to be an order from a superior."
Titular Tarkanos Mes'ard, the Titled says, "If it's requested..."
Titular Tarkanos Mes'ard, the Titled says, "Seems to be perfect exercise of freedom."
I still want to customise my racehat to a bandana or sash of sorts. Would like the domoth items to be infused on the person's weapons/helm/hood tho, swapping around with grip is a pain when blessing stuff.
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!
I still want to customise my racehat to a bandana or sash of sorts. Would like the domoth items to be infused on the person's weapons/helm/hood tho, swapping around with grip is a pain when blessing stuff.
For a moment there, I read that as 'banana' and went... wut?
Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it.
I still want to customise my racehat to a bandana or sash of sorts. Would like the domoth items to be infused on the person's weapons/helm/hood tho, swapping around with grip is a pain when blessing stuff.
For a moment there, I read that as 'banana' and went... wut?
What can I say, Glom got a bit odd after you left.
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!
The sands of Celestia.A rhythmic thrumming saturates the area, drawing attention to a war shrine of Terentia nearby. This location is flooded with shallow, crystal clear water. A white marble gravestone stands vigil here, memorializing the death of some poor soul. There is an aetherways portal here.
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.
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.
I don't guess I know who this guy is, or where he is.
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.
POLITICS NEWS #4024 Date: 10/1/2013 at 16:09 From: To : Everyone Subj: Orc-Furrikin Wars
The war cries of orcs rise up in Acknor, as their blood lust for furrikin slaves can no longer be contained. In response, the singing of the furrikin in Estelbar rises up in a protective enchantment. No longer caring about the politics of the Basin, the orcs of Acknor declare themselves free and no longer under the sphere of influence of the Grand Dominion of Hallifax, and the furrikin of Estelbar declare themselves free and no longer under the sphere of influence of the Holy Principality of New Celest.
The Village of Estelbar has called down a temporary spell of peace to protect its borders, declaring that it does not ever wish war within its borders at any time.
POLITICS NEWS #4026 Date: 10/1/2013 at 21:44 From: To : Everyone Subj: Political Upheaval in the Village of Acknor
This day, the Village of Acknor has pledged its support and resources to the Holy Principality of New Celest.
So that's more than 5h30m... Sometimes I'm very glad I'm not a fighter, heh.
You set aside 25 credit(s) for sale at 20000 gold per credit.
4713h, 5803m, 6008e, 10p, 17200en, 22240w Bexk-
You have sold 25 credit(s) at 20000 per credit, for a total of 500000 gold, and it has been placed
in your inventory.
4713h, 5803m, 6008e, 10p, 17200en, 22240w Bexk-
(Market): You say, "Cheaper credits up."
Well, that escalated quickly
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.
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.
Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says, "I put together many branches, and layer it with various bits and things to keep it solid. I then stuff it full with hundreds of chunks of carrion. Some of that I pull together into a solid, impenetrable mass of darkness- an egg of shadow. Then it just rests in the middle of all the rotting corpses as they slowly become ever so tender and delicious."
Kethaera, Insinuation of the Wyrd says to Xenthos, "Not to be rude, but I can't see how any of what you said would lead to that last remark. The 'delicious' part, anyway."
Spirit Warden Xenthos An'Ryshe, the Ebon Strategist says, "Clearly you have never tried it, then! You take flesh, and you stuff it in the nest to sit for days and months in the heat and darkness of the Forest. It becomes much softer, ever-so-tender, and the taste... you eat it, and you know you are alive. There is nothing stronger than properly tenderized meat. Especially when it is getting to the point of liquefication."
Kethaera, Insinuation of the Wyrd smiles and says, "I'm content enough to take your word on that."
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Maekarn blinks.
With a flourish, you draw a glistening mercurial katana from a white imperial scabbard.
You declare your intent to bear arms against Valishul.
You raise a glistening mercurial katana over your head and begin to swing it in a wide circle, gaining speed as you go.
You have recovered balance on all limbs.
You begin to bear down on Valishul, preparing to destroy him.
It is now the 6th of Roarkian, 364 years after the Coming of Estarra.
"Uhh..." stalls Seraku.
A surge of elation rushes through you as you realize that Valishul's fate is sealed. With a roar of triumph, you whip a glistening mercurial katana at Valishul's neck, slicing his head from his shoulders in a veritable fountain of dark red blood.
You have slain Valishul.
Having been too much for the mortal threads of Valishul, he screams in agony as flames engulf his body and burn it to a crisp.
Maekarn looks up into the air for divine inspiration.
Aiyana stares blankly into space.
With a flourish, you slip a glistening mercurial katana into a white imperial scabbard.
Iosen creases his brow in a frown.
Seraku Mak'Reya, Vicar of the Whispered Words says, "So.. Why did that happen?"
The soul of Valishul Dreyriandi says, "To mariel give my head to Aiyana."
Eltorinus suddenly inhales deeply.
You pick up the decapitated head of Valishul.
You give the decapitated head of Valishul to Aiyana Lunarose, the Ivory Firefox.
Grey Maekarn, the Crusader says to you, "Even when requested, decapitating guildmates is not suggested."
Maekarn idly twitches his tail.
Aiyana shudders violently.
Alary gasps suddenly and begins to inhale and exhale deeply and rapidly.
You say, "It was understood to be an order from a superior."
Titular Tarkanos Mes'ard, the Titled says, "If it's requested..."
Titular Tarkanos Mes'ard, the Titled says, "Seems to be perfect exercise of freedom."
#pklord #scrubs #1v1me
Clearly my head is playing Buckaroo.
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!
Except the clockwork goggles. And possibly the monocle.
Vive l'apostrophe!
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.
What can I say, Glom got a bit odd after you left.
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!
except the bear
Date: 10/1/2013 at 16:09
From:
To : Everyone
Subj: Orc-Furrikin Wars
The war cries of orcs rise up in Acknor, as their blood lust for furrikin slaves can no longer be contained. In response, the singing of the furrikin in Estelbar rises up in a protective enchantment. No longer caring about the politics of the Basin, the orcs of Acknor declare themselves free and no longer under the sphere of influence of the Grand Dominion of Hallifax, and the furrikin of Estelbar declare themselves free and no longer under the sphere of influence of the Holy Principality of New Celest.
The Village of Estelbar has called down a temporary spell of peace to protect its borders, declaring that it does not ever wish war within its borders at any time.
POLITICS NEWS #4026
Date: 10/1/2013 at 21:44
From:
To : Everyone
Subj: Political Upheaval in the Village of Acknor
This day, the Village of Acknor has pledged its support and resources to the Holy Principality of New Celest.
So that's more than 5h30m... Sometimes I'm very glad I'm not a fighter, heh.
Well, that escalated quickly
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!