I like Delphas. He's a real RP'er, and he works hard. I don't know if english is his first language or not, but he's awesome as hell.
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.
Delphas was one of the first people I ever encountered when I started playing 2 years ago. He sent me off on a quest to recover bones from mutts and put them back in their respective tombstone.
I never actually worked out if that's part of a bigger quest, or just a really awesome way to learn a bit of lore, but the next thing I knew I was getting paid for my services to Magnagora. The whole experience has stuck with me to this day, always got time for him.
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!
By request, 2nd person lines for Viravain and Nocht's killzaps:
A whistling sound fills the air as a wickedly curved scythe whirls in with incredible speed, slamming into you forcefully and pinning you to the ground. As your consciousness fades, you hear the ominous jingling of bone chimes that hang from the base of the scythe. A ghostly fire bursts forth, consuming the last of your senses.
Xenthos slumps as he is stricken with grief. Xenthos swoons for a moment then rises again, flushed but strong. You have been slain by Viravain.
A soft voice whispers in your ear, giving you but a moment to cry out one final time, as an invisible force tears into your thoughts sending waves of searing pain through your body that throw you into convulsions. The violent spasms throw you to your knees where, to your horror, you begin retching ashes. With your last shred of consciousness you feel your insides being incinerated as you fall into the unforgiving embrace of death. You have been slain by Nocht.
I have to be honest, I'm pretty sure Vira's is the kinder of these
An elfen guard says, "Hopefully, I'll see some action today."
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.
Penitent Mileena (Female Master Viscanti). She is 25 years old, having been born on the 8th of Shanthin, 353 years after the Coming of Estarra. She is unranked in Lusternia. She is an extremely credible character. She is a Pedestrian in the Fellowship of Explorers. She is a graduate of the College of Necromantic & Tainted Research (honours). She is considered to be approximately 10% of your might. She is not currently active in any family
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EveriineWise Old Swordsbird / BrontaurIndianapolis, IN, USA
You flirt wittily with an elfen guard.
An elfen guard says, "Hopefully, I'll see some action today."
Ev hates that guard with an unquenchable passion.
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.
(Clan): Nilofer says, "Leeeooooo, come meet my new friend."
Marble arch before the Necropolis.
There is a moderate breeze here. Breaking through the dimensions, a planar rift slashes through the air here. A gas lamp casts pale, ghostly light across the streets from atop a tall, ornately gilded iron post. A statue of Nilofer stands here, memorializing her noble spirit. The shrouded form of a wight floats ominously in the air here. A snappy alligator hatchling idles about waving his sinuous tail lazily. A hamster peers about from behind the bars of his cage-wheel. Leaping about after its shadow, a curious young kitten playfully wanders about here. Tactician Nilofer n'Lochli, Aide-de-camp is here. She wields a midnight dragon katana with both hands.
You see exits leading northeast, east, southeast, and west.
You ponder Nilofer thoughtfully, looking her up and down.
Nilofer rubs up against a curious young kitten, purring like a cat.
A curious young kitten pounces at Nilofer's feet, his tiny claws scratching playfully at her.
Nilofer blinks.
(Leolamins's Squad): You say, "Targeting CAT."
A curious young kitten howls as a black diamond-patterned hydra with macabre wings of patchwork flesh hacks into him. A snappy alligator hatchling springs to a curious young kitten's defence. A hamster in a cage-wheel springs to a curious young kitten's defence. The final blow proves too much for a curious young kitten, who expires, pitifully. You have slain a curious young kitten. Rate: 384.46081220704per minute, Duration: -9948.2700929746, Total Kills: 3698 You suddenly scoop up the corpse of a curious young kitten. Gained 0 essence
You nod your head emphatically.
Nilofer blinks.
(clan): Nilofer says, "YOU."
(clan): Nilofer says, "HOW AM I GOING TO BE A MAGNAGORAN WITH MY WARLORD SNUBBED."
(clan): You say, "Hahaha."
(clan): You say, "I am still laughing here."
You rub your tummy and go 'mmmmmmmm.'
(clan): Nilofer says, "Bartholomeow had so much to live for, you cold-hearted bastard."
(clan): You say, "The hydra ate it."
You pet a black diamond-patterned hydra with macabre wings of patchwork flesh ingratiatingly. A black diamond-patterned hydra with macabre wings of patchwork flesh hisses lowly, his heads twisting to regard you with palpable malice.
(Magnagora): Nilofer says, "For any who are interested, this one will be holding a small service for Bartholomeow's recent passing east of the Megalith."
(Magnagora): Ilthilior (from the Realms of the Domoth) says, "I'm sorry, what, Ma'am?"
(Magnagora): Nilofer says, "The small kitten, Bartholomeow. The Emperor's hydra seems to have lost its mind and killed him."
(Magnagora): You say, "The Hydra was hungry and the kitten was cute. It was never going to end well."
(Magnagora): Nilofer says, "She is sure your hydra will eventually do enough to replace Bartholomeow, Emperor Leolamins."
(Magnagora): Lavinya (from the Realm of the Legion) says, "I have horrible memories of Milla resurfacing now. Death to kittens."
06/30/2014 19:37 Silvanus channels the power of the Megalith of Doom for you, stripping you of your Vernal Ascendant status.......bastard!!
Viravain, Lady of the Thorns shouts, "And You would seize Me? Fool! I am the Glomdoring! I am the Wyrd, and beneath the cloak of Night, the shadows of the Silent stir!"
Pssh, Shedrin used to get that log entry pretty often. Of course, then I'd go and make fun of him for being 2 VIOLENT 4 SHEVAT, and then he'd turn around and say, "DEFINE VIOLENCE."
A green parakeet makes a fist at you, and mutters the words, "You will soon be mine!"
Not giving any context on this one.
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.
(The Assimilated): You say, "I wish Isune had an order beast ."
(The Assimilated): You say, "I've got 150 sticky dingbats and nothing to spend them on."
(The Assimilated): Pejat (from the Aetherways) says, "Would you be willing to ask her for one?"
(The Assimilated): You say, "I don't see why not, I just don't know what She would have."
(The Assimilated): Pejat (from the Aetherways) says, "A Volucer-raptor?"
(The Assimilated): You say, "Hah."
(The Assimilated): Portius says, "Well done, sir."
(The Assimilated): You say, "/golfclap."
(The Assimilated): Pejat (from the Aetherways) says, "Waka waka waka."
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.
Pointing at the horta, Tacita An'Ryshe says, "I want one."
Despite resembling nothing so much as an enormous rabbit, the horta is, in fact, an entirely separate species. The soft fur which covers it occasionally drifts into its oversize, adorable eyes, causing it to blink frequently. Floppy, elongated ears drag along the ground as it lopes about, wiggling the puff of white fuzz that is its tail. A lop-eared horta looks to be crushingly strong. He weighs about 25 pounds. You cannot see what a lop-eared horta is holding.
Herald Kethaera An'Ryshe says, "Horta?"
Tacita An'Ryshe says, "Look at it! Look how fuzzy it is!"
Kethaera pats a lop-eared horta in a friendly manner. A lop-eared horta looks slowly up at Kethaera, uncomprehending.
Ministrant Actugu says, "Are you trying to breed a cave-fisher? The hortas around here are perfect incubators for the larvae. Just drop a matured egg in front of any horta and instinct should take over. Once the larva hatches, leave it alone. It will spin a chrysalis in due time."
Tacita raises an eyebrow questioningly.
Tacita An'Ryshe says to Kethaera, "I no longer want a horta."
A reproductive orifice says to you," You shall not pass!"
Viravain, Lady of the Thorns shouts, "And You would seize Me? Fool! I am the Glomdoring! I am the Wyrd, and beneath the cloak of Night, the shadows of the Silent stir!"
A whistling sound fills the air as a wickedly curved scythe whirls in with incredible speed, slamming into you forcefully and pinning you to the ground.
Cool, @Viravain used Death's move from Castlevania! Epic.
Penitent Mileena (Female Master Viscanti). She is 25 years old, having been born on the 8th of Shanthin, 353 years after the Coming of Estarra. She is unranked in Lusternia. She is an extremely credible character. She is a Pedestrian in the Fellowship of Explorers. She is a graduate of the College of Necromantic & Tainted Research (honours). She is considered to be approximately 10% of your might. She is not currently active in any family
There are so many nerdy names in Lusternia. Like Xena, and Cyndell.
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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Estarra the Eternal says, "Give Shevat the floor please."
I never actually worked out if that's part of a bigger quest, or just a really awesome way to learn a bit of lore, but the next thing I knew I was getting paid for my services to Magnagora. The whole experience has stuck with me to this day, always got time for him.
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 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!
Xenthos swoons for a moment then rises again, flushed but strong.
You have been slain by Viravain.
You have been slain by Nocht.
An elfen guard says, "Hopefully, I'll see some action today."
She is 25 years old, having been born on the 8th of Shanthin, 353 years after the Coming of Estarra.
She is unranked in Lusternia.
She is an extremely credible character.
She is a Pedestrian in the Fellowship of Explorers.
She is a graduate of the College of Necromantic & Tainted Research (honours).
She is considered to be approximately 10% of your might.
She is not currently active in any family
(Clan): Nilofer says, "Leeeooooo, come meet my new friend."
Marble arch before the Necropolis.
There is a moderate breeze here. Breaking through the dimensions, a planar rift slashes through the air here. A gas lamp casts pale, ghostly light across the streets from atop a tall, ornately gilded iron post. A statue of Nilofer stands here, memorializing her noble spirit. The shrouded form of a wight floats ominously in the air here. A snappy alligator hatchling idles about waving his sinuous tail lazily. A hamster peers about from behind the bars of his cage-wheel. Leaping about after its shadow, a curious young kitten playfully wanders about here. Tactician Nilofer n'Lochli, Aide-de-camp is here. She wields a midnight dragon katana with both hands.
You see exits leading northeast, east, southeast, and west.
You ponder Nilofer thoughtfully, looking her up and down.
Nilofer rubs up against a curious young kitten, purring like a cat.
A curious young kitten pounces at Nilofer's feet, his tiny claws scratching playfully at her.
Nilofer blinks.
(Leolamins's Squad): You say, "Targeting CAT."
A curious young kitten howls as a black diamond-patterned hydra with macabre wings of patchwork flesh hacks into him.
A snappy alligator hatchling springs to a curious young kitten's defence.
A hamster in a cage-wheel springs to a curious young kitten's defence.
The final blow proves too much for a curious young kitten, who expires, pitifully.
You have slain a curious young kitten.
Rate: 384.46081220704per minute, Duration: -9948.2700929746, Total Kills: 3698
You suddenly scoop up the corpse of a curious young kitten.
Gained 0 essence
You nod your head emphatically.
Nilofer blinks.
(clan): Nilofer says, "YOU."
(clan): Nilofer says, "HOW AM I GOING TO BE A MAGNAGORAN WITH MY WARLORD SNUBBED."
(clan): You say, "Hahaha."
(clan): You say, "I am still laughing here."
You rub your tummy and go 'mmmmmmmm.'
(clan): Nilofer says, "Bartholomeow had so much to live for, you cold-hearted bastard."
(clan): You say, "The hydra ate it."
You pet a black diamond-patterned hydra with macabre wings of patchwork flesh ingratiatingly.
A black diamond-patterned hydra with macabre wings of patchwork flesh hisses lowly, his heads twisting to regard you with palpable malice.
(Magnagora): Nilofer says, "For any who are interested, this one will be holding a small service for Bartholomeow's recent passing east of the Megalith."
(Magnagora): Ilthilior (from the Realms of the Domoth) says, "I'm sorry, what, Ma'am?"
(Magnagora): Nilofer says, "The small kitten, Bartholomeow. The Emperor's hydra seems to have lost its mind and killed him."
(Magnagora): You say, "The Hydra was hungry and the kitten was cute. It was never going to end well."
(Magnagora): Nilofer says, "She is sure your hydra will eventually do enough to replace Bartholomeow, Emperor Leolamins."
(Magnagora): Lavinya (from the Realm of the Legion) says, "I have horrible memories of Milla resurfacing now. Death to kittens."
06/30/2014 19:37 Silvanus channels the power of the Megalith of Doom for you, stripping you of your Vernal Ascendant status.......bastard!!
Man, I see how it is. Can I get a Shikari Order head, it looks like I need to transfer.
Estarra the Eternal says, "Give Shevat the floor please."
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!
Despite resembling nothing so much as an enormous rabbit, the horta is, in fact,
an entirely separate species. The soft fur which covers it occasionally drifts
into its oversize, adorable eyes, causing it to blink frequently. Floppy,
elongated ears drag along the ground as it lopes about, wiggling the puff of
white fuzz that is its tail.
A lop-eared horta looks to be crushingly strong.
He weighs about 25 pounds.
You cannot see what a lop-eared horta is holding.
Herald Kethaera An'Ryshe says, "Horta?"
Tacita An'Ryshe says, "Look at it! Look how fuzzy it is!"
Kethaera pats a lop-eared horta in a friendly manner.
A lop-eared horta looks slowly up at Kethaera, uncomprehending.
Ministrant Actugu says, "Are you trying to breed a cave-fisher? The hortas
around here are perfect incubators for the larvae. Just drop a matured egg in
front of any horta and instinct should take over. Once the larva hatches, leave
it alone. It will spin a chrysalis in due time."
Tacita raises an eyebrow questioningly.
Tacita An'Ryshe says to Kethaera, "I no longer want a horta."