Portia Lunarose says, "Why do dwarfs laugh when running through fields? Because the grass tickles their balls!" You say, "Funnier." You say, "More then the first one." Portia Lunarose asks, "What do you call two peppers having intercourse?" Portia glances askance. You say, "No idea." Portia Lunarose says, "Hot." Portia waggles her eyebrows comically. Haezon The Black says to you, "And you thought my puns were bad." Portia snickers softly to herself. You say to Haezon, "She makes me miss you more." Haezon The Black says, "I like people who do that." The corners of Haezon's mouth turn up as he grins mischievously.
Yeah, context is key here, @Maligorn, @EveryoneElse. It was the difference between getting an extra 1 credit (for being max CR) or not. There wasn't any alternative to just waiting for someone who knew, or the woman herself to show up, which happened the very next day and she got the rest of what was due her (a favor, she turned out to not be max CR already).
You tell Kalas Ixion, The Devouring Blade, "// you and your fancy words." Ixion tells you, "//well I figure it's better than showering you in some ghetto ebonics." Ixion tells you, "//nah'meen?"
"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."
You give a pile of raw lumber to Beauregard Dubaise. Beauregard Dubaise lovingly strokes a pile of raw lumber. Beauregard Dubaise says, "Chouette! This wood is very good! I shall buy it, monsieur." Beauregard Dubaise hands you a bag of gold.
You give a pile of raw lumber to Beauregard Dubaise. Beauregard Dubaise lovingly strokes a pile of raw lumber. Beauregard Dubaise says, "Chouette! This wood is very good! I shall buy it, monsieur." Beauregard Dubaise hands you a bag of gold.
:-?
Why are you outing your alt?
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.
It really, really is. I have some great memories of Rika, particularly from the release of Kryden Valik and her pretty awesome solo trolling of Mag trying to do the Soulless side of the quest.
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!"
Great flavor text for damn sure! But has anyone else noticed the "enhales?"
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.
The shadowy outline of a twisted forest casts a dark gloom here. A fighting ring rises up from the ground. Gleaming with an aura of gentility, a silver spoon has been tragically abandoned here. A menacing leather flog lies here in a tangle of rustic lashes. Glistening with radiant colour, a carnelian tulip of blushing ruby lies abandoned here. Cast aside, a crystalline femur lies awaiting its long-deceased owner. A squashy, stuffed wakabi lies here, button eyes gazing vapidly at its surroundings. Curled in a shimmering ribbon of light and colour, a bright rainbow stretches here. A wooden soldier stands at the ready, his tiny bow nocked with a lone arrow. Interlocking pieces of jade form the shape of this luna moth, poised as though ready to flit away from its perch. A cuddly, brown-furred teddy bear sits here complacently, button eyes gazing upward. A rotund, stuffed piglet lies here, rolled onto its side. Awaiting some grander use, wooden tongs have been placed upon the ground. The bronze figurine of a tailor has been left here, tongue sticking out in concentration. Quivering as if barely contained, the Pearl Sandals of Vernal Haste drift here, upon currents of power. A square inkwell of bubbled green glass lies here, filled to the brim with dark ink. A golden clockwork pendulum lies here, seemingly broken from some larger whole. Gleaming with patterns of inlaid grasslands, a bronze-etched saw lies here. A tin tinker stands here in miniature, hunchbacked and bearing minute metal implements. Refusing to melt, a snowflake made of ice persists here. A sprig of coltsfoot daintily clasped in its painted beak, a delicate porcelain dove has been placed here. Alighted gently on the ground, a shimmering silver feather lies here. Gently seated upon the ground, a dainty dining fork lies here. A gleaming cog of steel lies here, glinting ominously with occult patterns. A glittering trail of crystalline stardust lies scattered behind the centre of a comet lying here. A glaring eyeball floats here, staring ominously and unblinking at its surroundings. Glittering with pale beauty, an orchid of gems and precious metals has been left behind. Shimmering an exotic hue, a feathery quill lies here. Flawless gems and polished gold have been moulded into the form of a rose that lies here. An electrified steel wrench has been cast aside, jags of power arcing erratically across its surface. Bobbing here pleasantly, a crystal sphere hums with energy as it floats upon an invisible cushion of air. Glistening with oil, a gear lies ready for use. Warm to the touch, a bewitching lantern whispers with a flickering, violet flame. A splintered star of wood and gems lies here, shimmering in the ambient light. A diamond skull lies here in the dust, grinning with unsettling intensity. Rays of golden light flickering across its plumes, a delicate feather has alighted here. Decorated with an elaborate mosaic of ceramic tiles, the form of a regal parrot stands here. A stained glass peacock curio is perched here, feathers frozen in a glittering fan. A translucent crimson rib lies here as though awaiting its previous owner. A stained-glass butterfly casts shards of multicoloured light upon the ground. A burnished silver candelabra lies on its side, extinguished. Carelessly abandoned on the ground, a tidy little notepad sits here, pages splayed open. A whiplike emerald cobra is coiled here, a viridescent glimmer evinced by the available light. Tongues of heatless fire whisper at the end of this rune- inscribed torch. Poised to strike, an avaricious asp clutches a gold sovereign with its coiled body. A disembodied, thin-lipped mouth floats here, babbling nonsense phrases. Hourglass glistening upon its exposed stomach, a small black spider hangs here from a single glistening thread of silk. Wooden handle smoothed by years of consistent use, a screwdriver awaits patiently for its owner. A burnished bronze feather lies here shimmering on the ground. A leering tarantula with ruby eyes lies here. A pair of gleaming steel handcuffs lies here, touched in places with flaking, dried blood. Shining with a dazzling incandescence, the Holy Helm of Avechna rotates here upon currents of power. A glittering, gem-wrought dragonfly of virid gems lies here, gleaming softly. Shaking its rattle ominously, a rapacious rattlesnake stares at everything with the threat to bite.
(this doesn't compare to Xenthos' room)
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!"
Should really buy artifact vials sometime... [spoiler] A corseted gown of plum satin and ivory lace has decayed to dust inside of backpack#63347. A feminine robe of black and scarlet silk has decayed to dust inside of backpack#63347.
You are dismayed as a teardrop sigil turns to dust in your hands.
You are dismayed as a teardrop sigil turns to dust in your hands.
You are dismayed as a teardrop sigil turns to dust in your hands.
You are dismayed as a teardrop sigil turns to dust in your hands.
You are dismayed as a teardrop sigil turns to dust in your hands.
You are dismayed as a teardrop sigil turns to dust in your hands.
You are dismayed as a teardrop sigil turns to dust in your hands.
You are dismayed as a teardrop sigil turns to dust in your hands.
You are dismayed as a teardrop sigil turns to dust in your hands.
You are dismayed as a teardrop sigil turns to dust in your hands.
You are dismayed as a teardrop sigil turns to dust in your hands.
You are dismayed as a teardrop sigil turns to dust in your hands.
You are dismayed as a teardrop sigil turns to dust in your hands.
You are dismayed as a teardrop sigil turns to dust in your hands.
You are dismayed as an onyx vial turns to dust in your hands.
You are dismayed as an onyx vial turns to dust in your hands.
You are dismayed as an onyx vial turns to dust in your hands.
You are dismayed as an onyx vial turns to dust in your hands.
You are dismayed as an onyx vial turns to dust in your hands.
You are dismayed as an onyx vial turns to dust in your hands.
You are dismayed as an onyx vial turns to dust in your hands.
You are dismayed as a beryl vial turns to dust in your hands.
You are dismayed as a beryl vial turns to dust in your hands.
You are dismayed as a beryl vial turns to dust in your hands.
You are dismayed as a beryl vial turns to dust in your hands.
You are dismayed as a beryl vial turns to dust in your hands.
You are dismayed as a beryl vial turns to dust in your hands.
You are dismayed as a simple oaken pipe turns to dust in your hands.
You are dismayed as a simple oaken pipe turns to dust in your hands.
You are dismayed as a simple oaken pipe turns to dust in your hands.
It is now the 1st of Kiani, 385 years after the Coming of Estarra.
Wait till a figurine with several hundred thousand esteem decays on you.
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!"
Wait till a figurine with several hundred thousand esteem decays on you.
The figurine is wondrously crafted from marble, with movable limbs expertly held together with gold wires. Two powerstones have been set in as eyes, but otherwise all features on the figurine are smooth and blank, ready for the touch of an artist to bring to life. It has 3 months of usefulness left. It weighs about 70 pounds. It is imbued with 27,529 units of esteem.
Not quite several hundred thousand, but thanks for the reminder!
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Portia Lunarose says, "Why do dwarfs laugh when running through fields? Because the grass tickles
their balls!"
You say, "Funnier."
You say, "More then the first one."
Portia Lunarose asks, "What do you call two peppers having intercourse?"
Portia glances askance.
You say, "No idea."
Portia Lunarose says, "Hot."
Portia waggles her eyebrows comically.
Haezon The Black says to you, "And you thought my puns were bad."
Portia snickers softly to herself.
You say to Haezon, "She makes me miss you more."
Haezon The Black says, "I like people who do that."
The corners of Haezon's mouth turn up as he grins mischievously.
Ixion tells you, "//well I figure it's better than showering you in some ghetto ebonics."
Ixion tells you, "//nah'meen?"
Touche, @Ixion. Touche.
Signature!
Beauregard Dubaise lovingly strokes a pile of raw lumber.
Beauregard Dubaise says, "Chouette! This wood is very good! I shall buy it, monsieur."
Beauregard Dubaise hands you a bag of gold.
:-?
Signature!
"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.
Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it.
ground. Gleaming with an aura of gentility, a silver spoon has been tragically abandoned here. A
menacing leather flog lies here in a tangle of rustic lashes. Glistening with radiant colour, a
carnelian tulip of blushing ruby lies abandoned here. Cast aside, a crystalline femur lies awaiting
its long-deceased owner. A squashy, stuffed wakabi lies here, button eyes gazing vapidly at its
surroundings. Curled in a shimmering ribbon of light and colour, a bright rainbow stretches here. A
wooden soldier stands at the ready, his tiny bow nocked with a lone arrow. Interlocking pieces of
jade form the shape of this luna moth, poised as though ready to flit away from its perch. A cuddly,
brown-furred teddy bear sits here complacently, button eyes gazing upward. A rotund, stuffed piglet
lies here, rolled onto its side. Awaiting some grander use, wooden tongs have been placed upon the
ground. The bronze figurine of a tailor has been left here, tongue sticking out in concentration.
Quivering as if barely contained, the Pearl Sandals of Vernal Haste drift here, upon currents of
power. A square inkwell of bubbled green glass lies here, filled to the brim with dark ink. A golden
clockwork pendulum lies here, seemingly broken from some larger whole. Gleaming with patterns of
inlaid grasslands, a bronze-etched saw lies here. A tin tinker stands here in miniature, hunchbacked
and bearing minute metal implements. Refusing to melt, a snowflake made of ice persists here. A
sprig of coltsfoot daintily clasped in its painted beak, a delicate porcelain dove has been placed
here. Alighted gently on the ground, a shimmering silver feather lies here. Gently seated upon the
ground, a dainty dining fork lies here. A gleaming cog of steel lies here, glinting ominously with
occult patterns. A glittering trail of crystalline stardust lies scattered behind the centre of a
comet lying here. A glaring eyeball floats here, staring ominously and unblinking at its
surroundings. Glittering with pale beauty, an orchid of gems and precious metals has been left
behind. Shimmering an exotic hue, a feathery quill lies here. Flawless gems and polished gold have
been moulded into the form of a rose that lies here. An electrified steel wrench has been cast aside,
jags of power arcing erratically across its surface. Bobbing here pleasantly, a crystal sphere hums
with energy as it floats upon an invisible cushion of air. Glistening with oil, a gear lies ready
for use. Warm to the touch, a bewitching lantern whispers with a flickering, violet flame. A
splintered star of wood and gems lies here, shimmering in the ambient light. A diamond skull lies
here in the dust, grinning with unsettling intensity. Rays of golden light flickering across its
plumes, a delicate feather has alighted here. Decorated with an elaborate mosaic of ceramic tiles,
the form of a regal parrot stands here. A stained glass peacock curio is perched here, feathers
frozen in a glittering fan. A translucent crimson rib lies here as though awaiting its previous
owner. A stained-glass butterfly casts shards of multicoloured light upon the ground. A burnished
silver candelabra lies on its side, extinguished. Carelessly abandoned on the ground, a tidy little
notepad sits here, pages splayed open. A whiplike emerald cobra is coiled here, a viridescent
glimmer evinced by the available light. Tongues of heatless fire whisper at the end of this rune-
inscribed torch. Poised to strike, an avaricious asp clutches a gold sovereign with its coiled body.
A disembodied, thin-lipped mouth floats here, babbling nonsense phrases. Hourglass glistening upon
its exposed stomach, a small black spider hangs here from a single glistening thread of silk. Wooden
handle smoothed by years of consistent use, a screwdriver awaits patiently for its owner. A
burnished bronze feather lies here shimmering on the ground. A leering tarantula with ruby eyes lies
here. A pair of gleaming steel handcuffs lies here, touched in places with flaking, dried blood.
Shining with a dazzling incandescence, the Holy Helm of Avechna rotates here upon currents of power.
A glittering, gem-wrought dragonfly of virid gems lies here, gleaming softly. Shaking its rattle
ominously, a rapacious rattlesnake stares at everything with the threat to bite.
(this doesn't compare to Xenthos' room)
[spoiler] A corseted gown of plum satin and ivory lace has decayed to dust inside of backpack#63347.
A feminine robe of black and scarlet silk has decayed to dust inside of backpack#63347.
You are dismayed as a teardrop sigil turns to dust in your hands.
You are dismayed as a teardrop sigil turns to dust in your hands.
You are dismayed as a teardrop sigil turns to dust in your hands.
You are dismayed as a teardrop sigil turns to dust in your hands.
You are dismayed as a teardrop sigil turns to dust in your hands.
You are dismayed as a teardrop sigil turns to dust in your hands.
You are dismayed as a teardrop sigil turns to dust in your hands.
You are dismayed as a teardrop sigil turns to dust in your hands.
You are dismayed as a teardrop sigil turns to dust in your hands.
You are dismayed as a teardrop sigil turns to dust in your hands.
You are dismayed as a teardrop sigil turns to dust in your hands.
You are dismayed as a teardrop sigil turns to dust in your hands.
You are dismayed as a teardrop sigil turns to dust in your hands.
You are dismayed as a teardrop sigil turns to dust in your hands.
You are dismayed as an onyx vial turns to dust in your hands.
You are dismayed as an onyx vial turns to dust in your hands.
You are dismayed as an onyx vial turns to dust in your hands.
You are dismayed as an onyx vial turns to dust in your hands.
You are dismayed as an onyx vial turns to dust in your hands.
You are dismayed as an onyx vial turns to dust in your hands.
You are dismayed as an onyx vial turns to dust in your hands.
You are dismayed as a beryl vial turns to dust in your hands.
You are dismayed as a beryl vial turns to dust in your hands.
You are dismayed as a beryl vial turns to dust in your hands.
You are dismayed as a beryl vial turns to dust in your hands.
You are dismayed as a beryl vial turns to dust in your hands.
You are dismayed as a beryl vial turns to dust in your hands.
You are dismayed as a simple oaken pipe turns to dust in your hands.
You are dismayed as a simple oaken pipe turns to dust in your hands.
You are dismayed as a simple oaken pipe turns to dust in your hands.
It is now the 1st of Kiani, 385 years after the Coming of Estarra.
[H:4664|M:6200|E:7200|W:88%|En:100%][P:10][bk ex][3,885,090] [/spoiler]
wires. Two powerstones have been set in as eyes, but otherwise all features on the figurine are
smooth and blank, ready for the touch of an artist to bring to life.
It has 3 months of usefulness left.
It weighs about 70 pounds.
It is imbued with 27,529 units of esteem.
Not quite several hundred thousand, but thanks for the reminder!