We will make our own WYRDHOOM. It's just like hoom, only Wyrdy.
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!"
"Sure!" you enthuse. You smile and pipe out a cheery ''Kay!'.
Seems like the northern alliance is making chars with names of all the emotes. Verily, a diabolical plan
(Peasantface): You say, "Does Xynthin have an Ilistala or did he kill her, too."
(Peasantface): Eliron (from the Realm of the Silent) says, "Sadest question involving Xynthin EVER."
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!"
For the record, I was not implying any kind of criticism. I had just noticed @Kay's name getting highlighted every time someone used the emote, and now @Sure as well, and thought it was amusing. Kay is a perfectly legit name (slightly vanilla by Lusternia standards, but no more so than @Rafael or @Shulamit).
Besides. Kay's been around long enough, I think, that she doesn't really need to care if I or anybody approve of her choice of name or not.
Estarra says, "The Shaddus are My favorite creation. Indeed, nothing can match Their splendour!"
Fixed.
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.
You say to Randess, in Elfen, "I'd like to see it sometime, your room." The campfire dies down some and smolders more heavily. You shall now speak in the common tongue. Llewell leaves to the south. A kephera nature warder clasps his hands and bows as Llewell leaves. A frost hag spares a glance for Llewell as he leaves. Caretaker Randess Yfae'dren, Keeper of Cadence says to you, "Dad knows elfen." You cower in a corner, whimpering.
The drone, the whistle, the thundrous sound; It seared their eyes, it shook the ground. One hundred thousand voices lift, While ashes like dirty snowfall drift.
The clouds of purple glowing gas, The tiny sun is rising fast. Your star... Is on the rise.
(Veiled): Mysrai says, "Greetings, My Beloved. Tell Me of your dreams. Tell Me of your doings."
(Veiled): You say, "'allooo, Most Beloved~! I have once more embraced the Small And Fuzzy Paradigm, and have this.. weird insatiable urge to shed on everything. It is a great battle, to stave off the dark Paradigm of Fur On Furniture, yep yep."
(Veiled): Mysrai says, "We behold the paradigm of adorable."
Mysrai sidles up to you and suddenly lifts up your shirt and raspberries your bellybutton.
Munsia suddenly stumbles as the air is filled with a high-pitched thrum. You sense Idrazil pulling on the strands of aether surrounding Munsia.
You say, "Idrazil?"
You will be oblivious to everyone except Idrazil.
Iorwen has left the area. Chade has left the area. Karlach has left the area. Malarious has left the area. Belibi has left the area. Zilias has left the area. You follow Grizzly Munsia D'Cente, The Sharp Fanged to on a cloudy platform. Your movement causes your magical shield to dissipate. Ardmore has entered the area. Alary has entered the area. Munsia has entered the area. 9770h, 4146m, 6617e, 10p, 23630en, 22115w mBelrx<>- Idrazil, riding a grungy black rage worg with leathery black wings, leaves to the north, emanating an aura of immense power.
You violently grab some strands of aether and whip them out towards Munsia. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- An exotic king cheetah enters from the ether with self-assured grace. Gliding in on strong gusts of wind, a majestic copper eagle flies in from the ether. Chade arrives, following Grizzly Munsia D'Cente, The Sharp Fanged. Karlach arrives, following Grizzly Munsia D'Cente, The Sharp Fanged. Malarious arrives, following Grizzly Munsia D'Cente, The Sharp Fanged. A subtle increase in illumination and a shower of black flames herald the entrance of a black phoenix from the ether. She is followed by a frisky puppy, a dusky brocade moth, and a hamster in a cage-wheel. Quietly, you see the shadow of a silver wolf emerge from the ether. Ilistala emerges from the shadows, curiously looking around. Arimisia arrives, following Grizzly Munsia D'Cente, The Sharp Fanged. Prous, the giant plague rat floats in from the ether wheezing and coughing blood. A sky blue woolly rhino with an enormous horn and white-feathered wings stomps in from the ether. Ardmore arrives, following Grizzly Munsia D'Cente, The Sharp Fanged. Reality shifts uneasily as a copper-wrought egregore soars in from the ether. Alary arrives, following Grizzly Munsia D'Cente, The Sharp Fanged. With a purr, Thesia Cylys slinks in from ether. Lifting her head, Ilistala looks at Munsia hopefully. Elodres eats a sprig of chervil. Looking over his shoulder at Arimisia, Nalannur, Schnolf of the East shakes his head giving a deep rumbling purr. "You've been left behind yet again." -----------------------------------------------------------------------------
I was only trying to poke into the hunt and get somebody killed but that way is way more entertaining.
Aiyana, Arcanis, Athree, Kiradawea, Zyphora, Dristig, Enadonella, Feyr, Mimie, Nimhuire, Phudmog, Rafael, Ssilithor, Subotai, Sure, Theena, Vetala, Zearia. (*) Currently, there are 18 Lusternians on this Plane and 23 on other Planes. (m&m): Have new names (Theena, Sure) - going to check them.
(m&m): Done checking all new names. HONOURS THEENA There is no such person, I'm afraid. (m&m): Theena doesn't exist anymore, deleted them.
Well, guess I timed that just right.
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.
@Ushaara just pointed this funny tidbit out: 7740h, 8061m, 9528e, 10p, 26660en, 31205w exkb<>-sm add sm add You build upon your stratagem, adding action one as: SM ADD. You execute your stratagem. You are not yet knowledgeable enough to perform strategemception.
Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it.
A sudden squirt of blood from Person splashes on you, and your crimson moss absorbs it greedily, feeding 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!"
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 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.
A black nut drops down from the branches above and rolls around at your feet.
Brennan Stormcrow exclaims, "Great Crow sends this ravenwood nut so that Glomdoring may grow stronger!" Throwing his hands in the air, Brennan Stormcrow tosses his head back and laughs sadistically.
You sniff a nut from a ravenwood tree, trying to decipher just what that smell emanating from it is.
Before the Master Ravenwood Tree. Brennan Stormcrow paces here, his cadaverous body twitching with sudden jerks. The Master Ravenwood Tree towers over everything here, pulsing with an immeasurable yet dark power. Casting darkness all around, a shadow totem thrusts up from the ground, chilling the air. There are 5 dark nighthags here. There are 4 black direwolves here. There are 5 illithoid scourges here. A crudely crafted shrine of harsh black crystal stands here, thrumming powerfully. An animated skeleton stands here with a ghostly outline of a bat around its skull. An animated skeleton stands here with a ghostly outline of a spider around its skull. An animated skeleton stands here with a ghostly outline of a wasp around its skull. An animated skeleton stands here with a ghostly outline of a beetle around its skull. Its petals glistening with ice, a delicate snoefaasia orchid grows here from a clump of snow. In the shape of an open palm, a metallic sigil lies here. A mature blackthorn tree stands proudly here. A nut from a ravenwood tree leaf rests on the ground. Haezon The Black is here. He wields a mangled violin of animal bones in his left hand and a dark shield in the form of crow wings in his right. Her fan held so as to cover her mouth, a bright-eyed, blushing young maiden is here. Ssaliss Shee-Slaugh is here. He wields a glowing powerstone in his left hand and an athame dagger in his right. You see a single exit leading north.
Haezon picks up a nut from a ravenwood tree.
Haezon The Black says, "Nut so fast."
Haezon slaps his thighs and guffaws like an old man.
Ssaliss Shee-Slaugh says to Haezon, "Yes... very amusing."
Comments
You smile and pipe out a cheery ''Kay!'.
Seems like the northern alliance is making chars with names of all the emotes. Verily, a diabolical plan
(Peasantface): You say, "Does Xynthin have an Ilistala or did he kill her, too."
(Peasantface): Eliron (from the Realm of the Silent) says, "Sadest question involving Xynthin EVER."
Fixed.
The campfire dies down some and smolders more heavily.
You shall now speak in the common tongue.
Llewell leaves to the south.
A kephera nature warder clasps his hands and bows as Llewell leaves.
A frost hag spares a glance for Llewell as he leaves.
Caretaker Randess Yfae'dren, Keeper of Cadence says to you, "Dad knows elfen."
You cower in a corner, whimpering.
It seared their eyes, it shook the ground.
One hundred thousand voices lift,
While ashes like dirty snowfall drift.
The clouds of purple glowing gas,
The tiny sun is rising fast.
Your star...
Is on the rise.
Oh my..
Signature!
You sense Idrazil pulling on the strands of aether surrounding Munsia.
You say, "Idrazil?"
You will be oblivious to everyone except Idrazil.
Iorwen has left the area.
Chade has left the area.
Karlach has left the area.
Malarious has left the area.
Belibi has left the area.
Zilias has left the area.
You follow Grizzly Munsia D'Cente, The Sharp Fanged to on a cloudy platform.
Your movement causes your magical shield to dissipate.
Ardmore has entered the area.
Alary has entered the area.
Munsia has entered the area.
9770h, 4146m, 6617e, 10p, 23630en, 22115w mBelrx<>-
Idrazil, riding a grungy black rage worg with leathery black wings, leaves to the north, emanating an aura of immense power.
Someone bit off a bit more than he could chew.
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An exotic king cheetah enters from the ether with self-assured grace.
Gliding in on strong gusts of wind, a majestic copper eagle flies in from the ether.
Chade arrives, following Grizzly Munsia D'Cente, The Sharp Fanged.
Karlach arrives, following Grizzly Munsia D'Cente, The Sharp Fanged.
Malarious arrives, following Grizzly Munsia D'Cente, The Sharp Fanged.
A subtle increase in illumination and a shower of black flames herald the entrance of a black
phoenix from the ether.
She is followed by a frisky puppy, a dusky brocade moth, and a hamster in a cage-wheel.
Quietly, you see the shadow of a silver wolf emerge from the ether.
Ilistala emerges from the shadows, curiously looking around.
Arimisia arrives, following Grizzly Munsia D'Cente, The Sharp Fanged.
Prous, the giant plague rat floats in from the ether wheezing and coughing blood.
A sky blue woolly rhino with an enormous horn and white-feathered wings stomps in from the ether.
Ardmore arrives, following Grizzly Munsia D'Cente, The Sharp Fanged.
Reality shifts uneasily as a copper-wrought egregore soars in from the ether.
Alary arrives, following Grizzly Munsia D'Cente, The Sharp Fanged.
With a purr, Thesia Cylys slinks in from ether.
Lifting her head, Ilistala looks at Munsia hopefully.
Elodres eats a sprig of chervil.
Looking over his shoulder at Arimisia, Nalannur, Schnolf of the East shakes his head giving a deep
rumbling purr. "You've been left behind yet again."
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I was only trying to poke into the hunt and get somebody killed but that way is way more entertaining.
-
Rafael, Ssilithor, Subotai, Sure, Theena, Vetala, Zearia.
(*) Currently, there are 18 Lusternians on this Plane and 23 on other Planes.
(m&m): Have new names (Theena, Sure) - going to check them.
(m&m): Theena doesn't exist anymore, deleted them.
(m&m): Done checking all new names.
HONOURS THEENA
There is no such person, I'm afraid.
(m&m): Theena doesn't exist anymore, deleted them.
Well, guess I timed that just right.
7740h, 8061m, 9528e, 10p, 26660en, 31205w exkb<>-sm add sm add
You build upon your stratagem, adding action one as: SM ADD.
You execute your stratagem.
You are not yet knowledgeable enough to perform strategemception.
Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it.
Guild : a Rotten Egg in the Blacktalon
Commune : Shade in the Free Forest of Glomdoring
"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.
Brennan Stormcrow exclaims, "Great Crow sends this ravenwood nut so that Glomdoring may grow
stronger!"
Throwing his hands in the air, Brennan Stormcrow tosses his head back and laughs sadistically.
You sniff a nut from a ravenwood tree, trying to decipher just what that smell emanating from it is.
Before the Master Ravenwood Tree.
Brennan Stormcrow paces here, his cadaverous body twitching with sudden jerks. The Master Ravenwood
Tree towers over everything here, pulsing with an immeasurable yet dark power. Casting darkness all
around, a shadow totem thrusts up from the ground, chilling the air. There are 5 dark nighthags here.
There are 4 black direwolves here. There are 5 illithoid scourges here. A crudely crafted shrine of
harsh black crystal stands here, thrumming powerfully. An animated skeleton stands here with a
ghostly outline of a bat around its skull. An animated skeleton stands here with a ghostly outline
of a spider around its skull. An animated skeleton stands here with a ghostly outline of a wasp
around its skull. An animated skeleton stands here with a ghostly outline of a beetle around its
skull. Its petals glistening with ice, a delicate snoefaasia orchid grows here from a clump of snow.
In the shape of an open palm, a metallic sigil lies here. A mature blackthorn tree stands proudly
here. A nut from a ravenwood tree leaf rests on the ground. Haezon The Black is here. He wields a
mangled violin of animal bones in his left hand and a dark shield in the form of crow wings in his
right. Her fan held so as to cover her mouth, a bright-eyed, blushing young maiden is here. Ssaliss
Shee-Slaugh is here. He wields a glowing powerstone in his left hand and an athame dagger in his
right.
You see a single exit leading north.
Haezon picks up a nut from a ravenwood tree.
Haezon The Black says, "Nut so fast."
Haezon slaps his thighs and guffaws like an old man.
Ssaliss Shee-Slaugh says to Haezon, "Yes... very amusing."
You peer about yourself unscrupulously.
You say, "That hurt..."
<time lapse post immolation>
Neshca, of Winter's Embrace says, "That bull went in deep."
Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it.