Jadice, the Frost Queen says, "I will return to My meditations. Do enjoy the tour, Lisaera. If You notice any locations where you feel a garden would improve the surroundings, You are mistaken."\
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!"
Utterly bewitched, Thoros surrenders to the bittersweet melody of Drocilla, the Enchantress.
You see the death occur at the Court of the Thousand Petals.
From your knowledge, that room might be in Presidio of the Damned.
Utterly bewitched, Ilthilior surrenders to the bittersweet melody of Drocilla, the Enchantress.
You see the death occur at the Court of the Thousand Petals.
From your knowledge, that room might be in Presidio of the Damned.
Utterly bewitched, Vhaedryn surrenders to the bittersweet melody of Drocilla, the Enchantress.
You see the death occur at the Court of the Thousand Petals.
From your knowledge, that room might be in Presidio of the Damned.
Utterly bewitched, Zalana surrenders to the bittersweet melody of Drocilla, the Enchantress.
You see the death occur at the Court of the Thousand Petals.
From your knowledge, that room might be in Presidio of the Damned.
Utterly bewitched, Esca surrenders to the bittersweet melody of Drocilla, the Enchantress.
You see the death occur at the Court of the Thousand Petals.
From your knowledge, that room might be in Presidio of the Damned.
Utterly bewitched, Nievea surrenders to the bittersweet melody of Drocilla, the Enchantress.
You see the death occur at the Court of the Thousand Petals.
From your knowledge, that room might be in Presidio of the Damned.
One word for this. OUCH.
I suppose, then, that I'm lucky I had to go just before all that!
The Necromentate's mind opens to you, and a grotesque, demonic figure appears in your mind's eye, screaming in torment: "THE DEMON LORDS CAN NEVER TRULY BE KILLED - GREAT IS THEIR POWER."
You shock a platinum-coloured geomycus with tales of terror bestowed on villages who don't follow Magnagora. A platinum-coloured geomycus slaps her knee and declares that, by the gods, Ptoma Hive should follow the Grand Empire of Magnagora after all! Shouts rise up from Ptoma Hive, as its denizens loudly pledge themselves to the Grand Empire of Magnagora.
Utterly bewitched, Thoros surrenders to the bittersweet melody of Drocilla, the Enchantress.
You see the death occur at the Court of the Thousand Petals.
From your knowledge, that room might be in Presidio of the Damned.
Utterly bewitched, Ilthilior surrenders to the bittersweet melody of Drocilla, the Enchantress.
You see the death occur at the Court of the Thousand Petals.
From your knowledge, that room might be in Presidio of the Damned.
Utterly bewitched, Vhaedryn surrenders to the bittersweet melody of Drocilla, the Enchantress.
You see the death occur at the Court of the Thousand Petals.
From your knowledge, that room might be in Presidio of the Damned.
Utterly bewitched, Zalana surrenders to the bittersweet melody of Drocilla, the Enchantress.
You see the death occur at the Court of the Thousand Petals.
From your knowledge, that room might be in Presidio of the Damned.
Utterly bewitched, Esca surrenders to the bittersweet melody of Drocilla, the Enchantress.
You see the death occur at the Court of the Thousand Petals.
From your knowledge, that room might be in Presidio of the Damned.
Utterly bewitched, Nievea surrenders to the bittersweet melody of Drocilla, the Enchantress.
You see the death occur at the Court of the Thousand Petals.
From your knowledge, that room might be in Presidio of the Damned.
One word for this. OUCH.
Heh. This was an awesome ritual. You missed out on a load of fun Lillie. :P Had to sweet talk some npc's inta helping, got asked if we would offer ourselves for Her, and was given a chance to leave if we wanted.
Whole lot of us said hell no we're staying. *shrug* What's a single death, with every one of us with lichseed, against getting some heavy duty rp in with your divine?
And for those wondering? Yeah. We knew we were gonna die, all of us. She gave us the chance to leave if we did not wish to bleed for Her. Worth it
Much much for @Drocilla for putting in this much work to make raising a shrine something to be cherished and remembered, not just "oh yay, another shrine, woo."
Kneeling humbly, you press your palms together before you and close your eyes momentarily as you pray devoutly to Crumkane, Lord of Epicurean Delights, "Dear Lord Crumkane, I've only recently joined the fiery city of Gaudiguch but I feel I have a lot of cookie recipes to spread amongst the people here. I am interested in joining Your Order, as I feel I would be able to learn a lot from fellow epicures with a taste for the finer food. And cookies. Lots of cookies. And whiskies that can strike fear into livers all over that they choke to death on their liver trying to escape through their belly buttons. Or something like that. Well, in brief, I would like to enter Your Order, if You would have this dracnari. Best wishes!
"You are so much bigger than you think you are," She says, fervently. "You are a beacon of hope that shines through the world with every step you take. You are My beacon, Gabriella, and you shine even into the darkest of nightmares."
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The air sparkles with silver motes of light as a silken voice says, "You will see growth and strength where others will see weakness. You will walk with Us as a paragon of Serenwilde's power, for you have already walked this path before."
Wyrm Horuke, Ward of the Wyrd says to Aislynn, "If you got spit in your food and someone ate it, thus mixing your spit with theirs, is that like kissing by extension? That'd be somewhat weird.
Wyrm Horuke, Ward of the Wyrd lifts her heavy shoulders in a shrug then reaches down to scratch a hairy leg.
Wyrm Horuke, Ward of the Wyrd says, "Do forgive my odd curiosity. I shall away with my humour and find a suitable outlet for my vocalities in the form of grunting whilst murdering."
The ground suddenly falls away from beneath Ilthilior and he goes tumbling into a pit. Ilthilior dies instantly as his body splatters against the bottom of the pit.
Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it.
Wyrm Horuke, Ward of the Wyrd says to Aislynn, "If you got spit in your food and someone ate it, thus mixing your spit with theirs, is that like kissing by extension? That'd be somewhat weird.
Wyrm Horuke, Ward of the Wyrd lifts her heavy shoulders in a shrug then reaches down to scratch a hairy leg.
Wyrm Horuke, Ward of the Wyrd says, "Do forgive my odd curiosity. I shall away with my humour and find a suitable outlet for my vocalities in the form of grunting whilst murdering."
You say, There is bread and butter in this one.
....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.
The ground suddenly falls away from beneath Ilthilior and he goes tumbling into a pit. Ilthilior dies instantly as his body splatters against the bottom of the pit.
Rowena Nightshade exclaims, "Excellent! The Dark Council is gathered and Crow is ready to be reborn. Now all we need is a sacrifice. Hiriako! Go get an infant to sacrifice so we may begin. Quickly now!"
A crying baby wriggles out of Hiriako's hands! A baby crawls off to the down.
I can only imagine the baby going "Uh oh" and crawling away as fast as it could.
Rowena Nightshade exclaims, "Excellent! The Dark Council is gathered and Crow is ready to be reborn. Now all we need is a sacrifice. Hiriako! Go get an infant to sacrifice so we may begin. Quickly now!"
A crying baby wriggles out of Hiriako's hands! A baby crawls off to the down.
I can only imagine the baby going "Uh oh" and crawling away as fast as it could.
"You are so much bigger than you think you are," She says, fervently. "You are a beacon of hope that shines through the world with every step you take. You are My beacon, Gabriella, and you shine even into the darkest of nightmares."
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The air sparkles with silver motes of light as a silken voice says, "You will see growth and strength where others will see weakness. You will walk with Us as a paragon of Serenwilde's power, for you have already walked this path before."
Siam, Siam, Siam, Siam and Siam Star-eyes lingers here, his figure traced in a soothing aura of effortless serenity. He wields an ebony and moonhart mandolin in his left hand and a glacial platinum tower shield in his right.
Siam, Siam, Siam, Siam and Siam Star-eyes (Male Tenebrous Demigod).
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!"
An irritating voice pierces the aether as Globglob Mesherbrub says, "Do you truly enjoy pain, Magnagora? Why let that foolish Nifilhema torture only your bodies!? Join Us and We shall have Norchatine sing to you at all times. Why...! The pain inflicted not only on your eardrums, but your mind will..."
An irritating voice pierces the aether as Globglob Mesherbrub says, "Truly, Magnagorans! What wisdom can simple pebbles and stones offer you? Follow Us, and We will show you true wisdom that little rocks can never show you."
Siam, Siam, Siam, Siam and Siam Star-eyes lingers here, his figure traced in a soothing aura of effortless serenity. He wields an ebony and moonhart mandolin in his left hand and a glacial platinum tower shield in his right.
Siam, Siam, Siam, Siam and Siam Star-eyes (Male Tenebrous Demigod).
...
Ok, so I'm not the only person who has seen this, I was about to post it myself!
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EveriineWise Old Swordsbird / BrontaurIndianapolis, IN, USA
I should title someone with the prefix "More than one", so that everyone sees "More than one Everiine Silvermoon stands here".
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 are so much bigger than you think you are," She says, fervently. "You are a beacon of hope that shines through the world with every step you take. You are My beacon, Gabriella, and you shine even into the darkest of nightmares."
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The air sparkles with silver motes of light as a silken voice says, "You will see growth and strength where others will see weakness. You will walk with Us as a paragon of Serenwilde's power, for you have already walked this path before."
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"I'm a gnome. Work. Work. Work. Work. Work. Work." sings Pejat, playing a petite mandolin scribed with a historic libretto with swift, arcing notes.
ICE COLD, I laughed so hard
Belibi was slain by goat#216951.
If olive oil comes from olives, where does baby oil come from?
If vegetarians eat vegetables, what do humanitarians eat?
"THE DEMON LORDS CAN NEVER TRULY BE KILLED - GREAT IS THEIR POWER."
You shock a platinum-coloured geomycus with tales of terror bestowed on villages who don't follow Magnagora.
A platinum-coloured geomycus slaps her knee and declares that, by the gods, Ptoma Hive should follow the Grand Empire of Magnagora after all!
Shouts rise up from Ptoma Hive, as its denizens loudly pledge themselves to the Grand Empire of Magnagora.
Signature!
Whole lot of us said hell no we're staying. *shrug* What's a single death, with every one of us with lichseed, against getting some heavy duty rp in with your divine?
And for those wondering? Yeah. We knew we were gonna die, all of us. She gave us the chance to leave if we did not wish to bleed for Her. Worth it
Much much
pray devoutly to Crumkane, Lord of Epicurean Delights, "Dear Lord Crumkane, I've only recently
joined the fiery city of Gaudiguch but I feel I have a lot of cookie recipes to spread amongst the
people here. I am interested in joining Your Order, as I feel I would be able to learn a lot from
fellow epicures with a taste for the finer food. And cookies. Lots of cookies. And whiskies that can
strike fear into livers all over that they choke to death on their liver trying to escape through
their belly buttons. Or something like that. Well, in brief, I would like to enter Your Order, if
You would have this dracnari. Best wishes!
Or they're not virgins anymore...
Wyrm Horuke, Ward of the Wyrd lifts her heavy shoulders in a shrug then reaches down to scratch a hairy leg.
Wyrm Horuke, Ward of the Wyrd says, "Do forgive my odd curiosity. I shall away with my humour and find a suitable outlet for my vocalities in the form of grunting whilst murdering."
You say, There is bread and butter in this one.
Ilthilior dies instantly as his body splatters against the bottom of the pit.
Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it.
Rowena Nightshade exclaims, "Excellent! The Dark Council is gathered and Crow is ready to be reborn. Now all we need is a sacrifice. Hiriako! Go get an infant to sacrifice so we may begin. Quickly now!"
A crying baby wriggles out of Hiriako's hands!
A baby crawls off to the down.
I can only imagine the baby going "Uh oh" and crawling away as fast as it could.
Not that it helped it...
I... I could care.
Signature!
... are you proposing here? oO
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!