Voice resounding over the chaos, Tacita An'Ryshe proclaims, "It is simply untenable that this man be ascended whilst representing one of the Great Houses of Magnagora. I am certain it would be neither his wish nor his future wife's, and thus as their friend I refuse to allow it to happen."
Voice resounding over the chaos, Tacita An'Ryshe proclaims, "It is simply untenable that this man be ascended whilst representing one of the Great Houses of Magnagora. I am certain it would be neither his wish nor his future wife's, and thus as their friend I refuse to allow it to happen."
With a roar and a cracking noise, the skin of the statue explodes outwards, leaving only the tall, looming figure of Viravain, Lady of the Thorns standing where it once stood.
Viravain closes Her eyes and takes a deep breath before releasing a soulful melody, crooning unabashedly to no one in particular. Viravain, Lady of the Thorns says, "Yesss... so perfect." Viravain, Lady of the Thorns says, "So very perfect. You reach over and fondle a primeval bone blade katana engraved with bestial imagery erotically. Viravain gives you the once-over, eyeing you suspiciously. Viravain, Lady of the Thorns says, "How rude!" You feel cowed and insignificant as Tacita stares at you implacably. Diniah blinks. With the smallest flick of Her finger, Viravain sends you flying headlong into the depths of the Astral Plane. Amongst the fish-scaled trees. Rippling notes of a tranquil harmony drift upon the air, emanating from a healing shrine of Isune nearby. Banks of clouds roil about here. A dried up pool lies here in the sand. You see exits leading northeast and south.- You discern: You are standing in the Astrosphere of Cancer. Your environment conforms to that of cloudy astral. You are in the Astral Plane.
Viravain, Lady of the Thorns says, "If I wanted head I would take it."
Surprised she didn't kill me, but also glad. Some nice RP for Haezon to enjoy. It was quite a comeback.
Also, thank christ I finally get to RP with divine and denizens. Heard a lot about it.
Retired.
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EveriineWise Old Swordsbird / BrontaurIndianapolis, IN, USA
It really is the best--there's nothing like it!
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.
You see Viravain, Lady of the Thorns shout, "I know well what You desire, Isune of the Glomdoring."
Oh snap.
Painting time.
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.
Viravain closes Her eyes and takes a deep breath before releasing a soulful melody, crooning unabashedly to no one in particular. Viravain, Lady of the Thorns says, "Yesss... so perfect." Viravain, Lady of the Thorns says, "So very perfect. You reach over and fondle a primeval bone blade katana engraved with bestial imagery erotically. Viravain gives you the once-over, eyeing you suspiciously. Viravain, Lady of the Thorns says, "How rude!" You feel cowed and insignificant as Tacita stares at you implacably. Diniah blinks. With the smallest flick of Her finger, Viravain sends you flying headlong into the depths of the Astral Plane. Amongst the fish-scaled trees. Rippling notes of a tranquil harmony drift upon the air, emanating from a healing shrine of Isune nearby. Banks of clouds roil about here. A dried up pool lies here in the sand. You see exits leading northeast and south.- You discern: You are standing in the Astrosphere of Cancer. Your environment conforms to that of cloudy astral. You are in the Astral Plane.
We really need a LOL option =p
Never put passion before principle. Even if you win, you lose.
If olive oil comes from olives, where does baby oil come from?
If vegetarians eat vegetables, what do humanitarians eat?
(Ship): Tacita says, "And the battle we are referring to is the one fought to ascend Morkarion, who has evolved into Karlach. It was fought on the Astral plane, which is why people are referring to insanity - for all those on the Astral plane go mad."
Congratulations, your Morkarion has evolved into a Karlach!
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!
Christ I just spat my coke out laughing at that, Mysrai has an epic sense of humour
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
The Wilde could probably use a good dose of Auseklis about now.
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.
I'd probably pay cash to some Eph if they chose Auseklis.
Not really.
[spoiler]I really would. Hit me up, Ephs. [/spoiler]
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.
What was the long desc? And the soul's? Don't leave us hanging!
... or was the soul the long desc?!
The room didn't have a desc, but the soul did:
Vague ripples of hazy smoke fill the air in a humanoid shape, its translucent body devoid of whatever features it may have possessed in life. The soul's mouth is open, emitting a perpetual wail of anguish as it desperately struggles to hold on to the last strands of life that prolong its meaningless existence. Two malevolent eyes burn with sickly green balefire, speaking of a desire to extinguish all flames of life that come within its grasp.
A lost soul in Auseklis' beard almost glows with nearly god-like power.
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."
Auseklis had a beard too? I wonder, if he comes back, would he and Hoaracle have a beard-off?
Stories say Auseklis had beard forged by Clangorum Himself, and this beard held everything Auseklis wanted to hold, including His massive log/club.
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.
So after feeling pretty pleased with myself for getting a new rocking chair built in Glomdoring, I get told it has a Moonhart on it. Thus, we go to destroy it. Except...
Duchess Lyora Shee-Slaugh, Celebrant of the Scorpion says, "Oh dear."
You say, "You can't deconstruct it can you."
Duchess Lyora Shee-Slaugh, Celebrant of the Scorpion says, "I can't deconstruct it either."
Lyora flails about helplessly.
You thrust your palm towards your forehead and hit it with a resounding *smack*!
You say, "Ok."
deconstruct chair
You order the deconstruction of an elegantly carved ravenwood armchair. Some burly workers come in and begin smashing it apart with heavy mallets.
An elegantly carved ravenwood armchair falls to pieces.
The burly workers collect the debris and leave, one of them tipping his hat to you on his way out.
You say, "Oops."
Duchess Lyora Shee-Slaugh, Celebrant of the Scorpion says, "How did you do that?"
deconstruct a949
You order the deconstruction of a mahogany rocker. Some burly workers come in and begin smashing it apart with heavy mallets.
A mahogany rocker falls to pieces.
The burly workers collect the debris and leave, one of them tipping his hat to you on his way out.
Duchess Lyora Shee-Slaugh, Celebrant of the Scorpion says, "Oi!"
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When I suggested it to Ried, it was exactly what she was thinking too.
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!
Oh snap.
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 Viravain, Lady of the Thorns shout, "I remember you lying as close to Me as a lover, Isune."
LET THE FANFIC WRITING COMMENCE!
If olive oil comes from olives, where does baby oil come from?
If vegetarians eat vegetables, what do humanitarians eat?
Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it.
Karlach tells you, "Just because you chop a man's head off doesn't mean you can't be polite when he's gracious."
Congratulations, your Morkarion has evolved into a Karlach!
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!
That is all.
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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!
Not really.
[spoiler]I really would. Hit me up, Ephs. [/spoiler]
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Edit: Or maybe start the Lusternian ZZ-top.
So after feeling pretty pleased with myself for getting a new rocking chair built in Glomdoring, I get told it has a Moonhart on it. Thus, we go to destroy it. Except...
Duchess Lyora Shee-Slaugh, Celebrant of the Scorpion says, "Oh dear."
You say, "You can't deconstruct it can you."
Duchess Lyora Shee-Slaugh, Celebrant of the Scorpion says, "I can't deconstruct it either."
Lyora flails about helplessly.
You thrust your palm towards your forehead and hit it with a resounding *smack*!
You say, "Ok."
deconstruct chair
You order the deconstruction of an elegantly carved ravenwood armchair. Some burly workers come in and begin smashing it apart with heavy mallets.
An elegantly carved ravenwood armchair falls to pieces.
The burly workers collect the debris and leave, one of them tipping his hat to you on his way out.
You say, "Oops."
Duchess Lyora Shee-Slaugh, Celebrant of the Scorpion says, "How did you do that?"
deconstruct a949
You order the deconstruction of a mahogany rocker. Some burly workers come in and begin smashing it apart with heavy mallets.
A mahogany rocker falls to pieces.
The burly workers collect the debris and leave, one of them tipping his hat to you on his way out.
Duchess Lyora Shee-Slaugh, Celebrant of the Scorpion says, "Oi!"
You say, "Er, tada?"
JAZZ HANDS~