Ok, I have a question, and I'm hoping it doesn't make me look like a dick.
If a person suicides, and they were the owner of a cartel, does the cartel poof out of existance? Do all the items made from that cartel poof? What if it's a tattoo cartel, do those designs poof off of people?
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.
Wait till a figurine with several hundred thousand esteem decays on you.
Been there. Done that. Was very pissed off. I also had one with 500k disappear on me during defiling. I suspect foul play on that one though. Luckily Iosai got it back.
Ok, I have a question, and I'm hoping it doesn't make me look like a dick.
If a person suicides, and they were the owner of a cartel, does the cartel poof out of existance? Do all the items made from that cartel poof? What if it's a tattoo cartel, do those designs poof off of people?
How funny would this be to see? Standing there chatting with someone, suddenly you see that their tattoos just mysteriously vanish.
You gently rise into the air and dance along a moonbeam to Neshca.
An open, grassy area. A thick cover of clouds obscures the sky in a sheet of dense white. Sitting on a large base, a massive sundial rests here. Wreathed in vines and adorned with chimes, a sturdy stage has been built into the slope here. Soft hues of light illuminate the small shrine here, situated within a tangle of delicate bluebells. A tiny ball of light hovers in the air, swinging back and forth with irrepressible enthusiasm. A mature oak tree stands proudly here. Reaching up as high as the eye can see looms the awesome presence of a living totem. Avurekhos is down on all fours, baaing like a plaintive little sheep. He wields a lightning bolt-emblazoned silver shield in his left hand and a mystic cudgel in his right. Priestess Neshca, Steward of the Chalice is here, shrouded. You see a single exit leading southwest.
You give Avurekhos the once-over, eyeing him suspiciously.
You say, "Why are you on the ground pretending to be a sheep?"
Priestess Neshca, Steward of the Chalice says, "He's conducting the ceremonial rite of mating he hopes to share with his beloved."
You peer about yourself unscrupulously.
You say, "He's already mated though."
You look skeptical and say, "Isn't that just overkill at this point?"
Priestess Neshca, Steward of the Chalice says to you, "You did mention you wanted more kids."
Neshca wraps a comforting arm around you.
Acknowledging Neshca's point to be true, you nod your head gravely at her.
You say, "But uh..."
You look skeptical and say, "They'd have to adopt."
Avurekhos proudly shows off robes of the fluffy lamb: Covering the entirety of these pale pink cloth robes is yarn that has been sewn to look like soft, fuzzy white rolls of wool, similar to that of an unshorn lamb. The hood of the robes, when pulled up, rests low on the wearer's forehead, and has two black felt ears sewn into it. The robes are held closed by a strip of leather, looping through a single golden bell at the front of the neck. The robes' sleeves are long enough to go past the wearer's hands, with black yarn being used to look like hooves on both the sleeves and the hemline at the wearer's feet. Some white yarn is left loose on the back of the robes, to look like a tail.
Avurekhos nods his head affirmatively.
Avurekhos baas plaintively at you, attempting to look like a sheep.
Avurekhos hops about the area madly.
Showing that she understands, Neshca nods her head slowly.
Neshca ponders for a moment and says "Hrm..."
Neshca shrugs helplessly at Avurekhos.
Priestess Neshca, Steward of the Chalice says, "We can always kidnap one of the young tainted ones and adopt."
Neshca peers about herself unscrupulously.
Heir Avurekhos Myeras, of Winter's Dream says, "And cleanse them."
Priestess Neshca, Steward of the Chalice says, "Some soap, some blessings, and some moonfire can help with that."
Heir Avurekhos Myeras, of Winter's Dream exclaims, "Cleanse them of their foul odour!"
Avurekhos clears his throat.
"Heh heh heh" Neshca chuckles.
You blink.
You stare implacably at Avurekhos.
You roll on the floor in front of Avurekhos, laughing.
Avurekhos shifts his eyes suspiciously from side to side.
Heir Avurekhos Myeras, of Winter's Dream asks, "Bwaaah?"
You double over in laughter, wiping the tears from your eyes.
You have just proven yourself to be unfit for survival.
"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."
So Etherglom is being raided. We kill what I think is the last person. I LOOK to be sure.
Among the twilight trees.
The shadows have been gathered here. There is the lightest of airs blowing through the locale. The
blasted landscape screams of pain and suffering as the trees seem to crawl in unbearable agony.
Their very bark is maimed into grotesque shapes that sickly imitate the flesh of dead bodies. Nearly
all the trees are devoid of leaves and those that have some sort of foliage seem to whisper
poisonous words into the very breath of the wind. Misty darkness shrouds the entire area in a false
sense of twilight that is pierced only by strangely luminescent lichen that provides a subtle,
malign glow to every surface. An archway of thorns rises up from the ground. A blackthorn sapling
clings tenaciously to the ground here. Covered in bone armour, a furry tarantula crouches here,
ready to pounce on unsuspecting prey. An icewall is here, blocking passage to the south. Ghostly
spirits float over the ground, faces gleaming with war paint. A young female horse with a coal black
tail stands here, pawing the ground. A churning swarm of insects darkens the air here with a
cacophonous buzz. Viravain, Lady of the Thorns hovers here, enshrouded within an ambiance of
unnatural darkness. She wields a wickedly curved scythe with both hands. Her Siam Star-eyes lingers
here, her figure traced in a soothing aura of effortless serenity. She wields an ebony and moonhart
mandolin in her left hand. Shadowbound Illidaen is here, shrouded. He wields an athame dagger in his
left hand and a runic greatshield of shadowy steel in his right. Nott Rillaen, Echo of the Wyrd is
here, shrouded. She wields an eccentric, gnome-tinkered lute in her left hand. Druid Belibi Ga'ruul
towers here, shrouded. He wields a putrid thornvine whip in his left hand and a painted mask tower
shield of the Ga'ruul kinfolk in his right.
You see a single exit leading south.
Wait a moment...that wasn't there before.
You bow respectfully to Viravain.
Viravain, Lady of the Thorns purrs, "And they said Glomdoring would never get ahead in life."
Viravain's eyes twinkle enchantingly.
Illidaen chuckles long and heartily.
Illidaen bows respectfully to Viravain.
Viravain, Lady of the Thorns says, "Good work, Glomdoring."
Siam bows respectfully to Viravain.
Belibi bows respectfully to Viravain.
Coiling sinuously about Her petite frame, stygian shadows cloak Viravain in an unnatural darkness and evanesce into the aether, leaving behind only the faintest scent of roses.
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.
do what I do. By trader bob's vials. Slap a sorcelglass scroll on them -the exact minute you buy 'em- then use them as normal. You get vials that last for 300 IG months this works out to buying vials twice a year tops! or so..
Throughout the location, small dancing flames flicker and spark. The hard rock surrounding this tunnel has been gouged violently with erratic claw marks, presumably caused by the once living roc which now lays motionless towards the southwest, its flesh having rotted away until only bleached white bones remain. The skeleton seems notably larger than the typical roc, making passage through this segment of the area difficult, with little space to squeeze through between it and the hard rock wall on the other side.
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!
So level it up more!
A tall, impossibly slender viscanti maiden, Kalas Keryn is clad in exquisite, finely-tailored clothing, plain except for a measure of golden embroidery at the hem of her heavy skirts and around the draping neckline. Golden ribbons sweep her hair, a deep ebon streaked with blood red, away from her face. Though her skin has the characteristic red tone of her kind, she is carefully preened and powdered to appear paler than she is, so that the cold intelligence of her black eyes seems even more stark. The horns upon her temples curve downwards and come to wicked points next to each cheekbone, and she bears a twisted staff held grimly in her left hand. It has 2176 months of usefulness left. It appears to be of level 55. It weighs about 31 pounds.
2014/06/06 04:38:42 - Svorai has assigned control of the manse Slinking Slaugh (Slaugh) to Svorai. 2014/06/06 04:57:12 - Svorai has assigned control of the manse Sassy Squonk (Squonk) to Svorai. 2014/06/06 05:01:03 - Svorai has assigned control of the manse Slinking Slaugh (Slaugh) to Karlach.
ALL THE S's
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, I didn't think they went any higher than level 40?
I know the effects of level on essence doesn't go above level 40, but I guess levels can still increase after that.
Indeed... I've seen a lvl 80-something figurine. The essence offering boost goes up to 200%, which happens at level 40. There is no actual benefit beyond that except for increased duration.
Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it.
(Newbie): Ssaliss says, "Although I guess that'd be fog."
(Newbie): You say, "Blame those Aeromancers!"
(Newbie): Svorai says, "Accursed Aeromancers."
(Newbie): Svorai says, "Putting clouds where they don't belong."
(Newbie): Ssaliss says, "Yes. Let's blame them, I'm in on that."
(Newbie): Leolamins says, "Kill the Air Lords!!"
(Newbie): Ssaliss says, "Although, to be a bit more helpful... Each of the cities and communes have a terrain associated with them, and the mage and druid guilds can magically turn rooms into that terrain. Clouds are what Aeromancers of Hallifax use."
I love the newbie channel.
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!"
(Asmmmoooooo): Asmodea (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "Ooh, thats nice and small."
(Halp): Asmodea (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "And why don't Carakhan and Drocilla have help files!!" (Halp): Avurekhos (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "Because they're helpless!"
I wouldn't say that's win. I'd say that's pretty fail.
For this to be a 'win' Naraj would have to do something other than raise a standard defense. As it were, he contributed absolutely nothing other than existing. Eodh on the other hand failed pretty hard by not curing.
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If a person suicides, and they were the owner of a cartel, does the cartel poof out of existance? Do all the items made from that cartel poof? What if it's a tattoo cartel, do those designs poof off of people?
An open, grassy area.
A thick cover of clouds obscures the sky in a sheet of dense white. Sitting on a large base, a massive sundial rests here. Wreathed in vines and adorned with chimes, a sturdy stage has been built into the slope here. Soft hues of light illuminate the small shrine here, situated within a tangle of delicate bluebells. A tiny ball of light hovers in the air, swinging back and forth with irrepressible enthusiasm. A mature oak tree stands proudly here. Reaching up as high as the eye can see looms the awesome presence of a living totem. Avurekhos is down on all fours, baaing like a plaintive little sheep. He wields a lightning bolt-emblazoned silver shield in his left hand and a mystic cudgel in his right. Priestess Neshca, Steward of the Chalice is here, shrouded.
You see a single exit leading southwest.
You give Avurekhos the once-over, eyeing him suspiciously.
You say, "Why are you on the ground pretending to be a sheep?"
Priestess Neshca, Steward of the Chalice says, "He's conducting the ceremonial rite of mating he hopes to share with his beloved."
You peer about yourself unscrupulously.
You say, "He's already mated though."
You look skeptical and say, "Isn't that just overkill at this point?"
Priestess Neshca, Steward of the Chalice says to you, "You did mention you wanted more kids."
Neshca wraps a comforting arm around you.
Acknowledging Neshca's point to be true, you nod your head gravely at her.
You say, "But uh..."
You look skeptical and say, "They'd have to adopt."
Avurekhos proudly shows off robes of the fluffy lamb:
Covering the entirety of these pale pink cloth robes is yarn that has been sewn to look like soft, fuzzy white rolls of wool, similar to that
of an unshorn lamb. The hood of the robes, when pulled up, rests low on the wearer's forehead, and has two black felt ears sewn into it. The
robes are held closed by a strip of leather, looping through a single golden bell at the front of the neck. The robes' sleeves are long enough
to go past the wearer's hands, with black yarn being used to look like hooves on both the sleeves and the hemline at the wearer's feet. Some white yarn is left loose on the back of the robes, to look like a tail.
Avurekhos nods his head affirmatively.
Avurekhos baas plaintively at you, attempting to look like a sheep.
Avurekhos hops about the area madly.
Showing that she understands, Neshca nods her head slowly.
Neshca ponders for a moment and says "Hrm..."
Neshca shrugs helplessly at Avurekhos.
Priestess Neshca, Steward of the Chalice says, "We can always kidnap one of the young tainted ones and adopt."
Neshca peers about herself unscrupulously.
Heir Avurekhos Myeras, of Winter's Dream says, "And cleanse them."
Priestess Neshca, Steward of the Chalice says, "Some soap, some blessings, and some moonfire can help with that."
Heir Avurekhos Myeras, of Winter's Dream exclaims, "Cleanse them of their foul odour!"
Avurekhos clears his throat.
"Heh heh heh" Neshca chuckles.
You blink.
You stare implacably at Avurekhos.
You roll on the floor in front of Avurekhos, laughing.
Avurekhos shifts his eyes suspiciously from side to side.
Heir Avurekhos Myeras, of Winter's Dream asks, "Bwaaah?"
You double over in laughter, wiping the tears from your eyes.
You have just proven yourself to be unfit for survival.
A tall, impossibly slender viscanti maiden, Kalas Keryn is clad in exquisite, finely-tailored clothing, plain except for a measure of golden embroidery at the hem of her heavy skirts and around the draping neckline. Golden ribbons sweep her hair, a deep ebon streaked with blood red, away from her face. Though her skin has the characteristic red tone of her kind, she is carefully preened and powdered to appear paler than she is, so that the cold intelligence of her black eyes seems even more stark. The horns upon her temples curve downwards and come to wicked points next to each cheekbone, and she bears a twisted staff held grimly in her left hand.
It has 2176 months of usefulness left.
It appears to be of level 55.
It weighs about 31 pounds.
2014/06/06 04:57:12 - Svorai has assigned control of the manse Sassy Squonk (Squonk) to Svorai.
2014/06/06 05:01:03 - Svorai has assigned control of the manse Slinking Slaugh (Slaugh) to Karlach.
ALL THE S's
Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it.
(Newbie): Ssaliss says, "Perhaps they're low-flying clouds?"
(Newbie): Cotdra says, "In a cave?"
(Newbie): Ssaliss says, "Although I guess that'd be fog."
(Newbie): You say, "Blame those Aeromancers!"
(Newbie): Svorai says, "Accursed Aeromancers."
(Newbie): Svorai says, "Putting clouds where they don't belong."
(Newbie): Ssaliss says, "Yes. Let's blame them, I'm in on that."
(Newbie): Leolamins says, "Kill the Air Lords!!"
(Newbie): Ssaliss says, "Although, to be a bit more helpful... Each of the cities and communes have
a terrain associated with them, and the mage and druid guilds can magically turn rooms into that
terrain. Clouds are what Aeromancers of Hallifax use."
I love the newbie channel.
Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it.
Rock on nerds.
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!
Estarra the Eternal says, "Give Shevat the floor please."
time to find a new tae'dae
(Halp): Asmodea (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "And why don't Carakhan and Drocilla have help files!!"
(Halp): Avurekhos (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "Because they're helpless!"
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Eodh has been destroyed by the mind of Brother Naraj, of Rassaphorian Insight.
(Clan): Naraj (from the Ethereal Plane) says, "Excessive farscouting will do that to a person, I suppose."
So much win.
Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it.
Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it.
If olive oil comes from olives, where does baby oil come from?
If vegetarians eat vegetables, what do humanitarians eat?
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