A simple oaken pipe glows with an ethereal light as your fingertips run down its face, tracing out the images of the aspects of Hart.
A swirling white mist pours out from a simple oaken pipe, out of which leaps a spirit foal. Slowly it paces around you, his eyes upon you, before leaping forward once more. He presses his head against yours, his eyes peering into yours, and your spirits entwine. Instantly he is gone, yet his presence lingers.
So that happened when I touched the standingstone and now I totally want a pipe that actually does this.
"U," sings Cauthorn, leading a sword-swallowing ribbachi mandolin through an array of wild jarring notes. 6933h, 4800m, 4800e, 10p, 30900en, 21900w Belrxkb-
You stare implacably at Cauthorn. 6933h, 4800m, 4800e, 10p, 30900en, 21900w Belrxkb-
A loud humming vibrates throughout Glomdoring Forest. 6933h, 4800m, 4800e, 10p, 30900en, 21900w Belrxkb-
A Divine wave of healing washes over Thoros, and he looks heartier and more aware. 6933h, 4800m, 4800e, 10p, 30900en, 21900w Belrxkb-
"T," sings Cauthorn, loosing a series of high-pitched notes from a sword-swallowing ribbachi mandolin. 6933h, 4800m, 4800e, 10p, 30900en, 21900w Belrxkb-
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.
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.
An unremarkable hallway. The hypnotic scent of roses lingers in the air, permeating the terrain in an array of sweet aromas from a healing shrine of Viravain nearby. Throughout the location, small dancing flames flicker and spark. Full of vigor, a dracnari monk practices here. You see exits leading east and west.
w A nondescript hallway. The hypnotic scent of roses lingers in the air, permeating the terrain in an array of sweet aromas from a healing shrine of Viravain nearby. Throughout the location, small dancing flames flicker and spark. There are 2 dracnari monks here. A lucidian monk stands here, silent and motionless. You see exits leading east, south, and west.
You suddenly scoop up a dracnari monk.
s Before a large painting of a Lucidian. The hypnotic scent of roses lingers in the air, permeating the terrain in an array of sweet aromas from a healing shrine of Viravain nearby. Throughout the location, small dancing flames flicker and spark. There are 2 dracnari monks here. You see exits leading north and west.
ii monk You are wielding: thornvine165223 : a putrid thornvine whip in your left hand. shield29627 : a dark shield in the form of crow wings in your right hand. You are holding: "monk156193" a dracnari monk You are wearing: Number of matching objects: 1 (out of 38 total)
You blink.
l monk A dracnari monk is strong and limber, his muscles tensing with each movement. Bright eyes are framed within a fiercely draconic face. Covered in nondescript brown robes, this dracnari's vitality is seen from his head to his tail, as he is constantly in movement. A dracnari monk appears to be extraordinarily strong.
Arcanis is correct. Marcella hates Glomdoring more than Celest.
From what I recall, it seems many of Mag do. There has always been bad blood there, yet I could never understand why. I find it a bit comical that Celest got/gets along better with Glom than Mag ever did.
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"C," sings Cauthorn, playing contrasting and sharp notes upon a sword-swallowing ribbachi mandolin.
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Lerad gasps suddenly and begins to inhale and exhale deeply and rapidly.
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A Divine wave of healing washes over Thoros, and he looks heartier and more aware.
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"A," sings Cauthorn, loosing a melody that warms your stomach.
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Camberre suddenly inhales deeply.
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"U," sings Cauthorn, leading a sword-swallowing ribbachi mandolin through an array of wild jarring
notes.
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You stare implacably at Cauthorn.
6933h, 4800m, 4800e, 10p, 30900en, 21900w Belrxkb-
A loud humming vibrates throughout Glomdoring Forest.
6933h, 4800m, 4800e, 10p, 30900en, 21900w Belrxkb-
A Divine wave of healing washes over Thoros, and he looks heartier and more aware.
6933h, 4800m, 4800e, 10p, 30900en, 21900w Belrxkb-
"T," sings Cauthorn, loosing a series of high-pitched notes from a sword-swallowing ribbachi
mandolin.
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Cauthorn eats a sparkleberry.
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Thoros snorts and snuffles at the air through a ridiculous pig nose.
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"H," sings Cauthorn, reproducing the rhythm of the Morning Star.
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You gag a bit as Camberre's stink wafts over you.
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"O," sings Cauthorn, letting a wave of purple smoke rise from a sword-swallowing ribbachi mandolin.
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Cauthorn eats a sparkleberry.
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Thoros snorts and snuffles at the air through a ridiculous pig nose.
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"R," sings Cauthorn, flames limning a sword-swallowing ribbachi mandolin as it resonates boisterous
notes.
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Thoros snorts and snuffles at the air through a ridiculous pig nose.
6933h, 4800m, 4800e, 10p, 30900en, 21900w Belrxkb-
A Divine wave of healing washes over Thoros, and he looks heartier and more aware.
6933h, 4800m, 4800e, 10p, 30900en, 21900w Belrxkb-
Thoros snorts and snuffles at the air through a ridiculous pig nose.
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"N," sings Cauthorn, loosing oscillating notes from a sword-swallowing ribbachi mandolin.
Creative >>
And yes, it is only 8 out of 9. The last stanza is "What's that spell!"
Hey, not every musician can sing and write lyrics.
Also every time Silvanus plays his last line I have to fight the urge to squeal like a fangirl - "Silvanus!!!!"
[spoiler]For some reason, I keep changing his name to Silveranus at times.[/spoiler]
Signature!
Oddly enough, you think it would be a great honor to be fed to Crow.
Hmm....hadnt considered it.
The hypnotic scent of roses lingers in the air, permeating the terrain in an array of sweet aromas
from a healing shrine of Viravain nearby. Throughout the location, small dancing flames flicker and
spark. Full of vigor, a dracnari monk practices here.
You see exits leading east and west.
w
A nondescript hallway.
The hypnotic scent of roses lingers in the air, permeating the terrain in an array of sweet aromas
from a healing shrine of Viravain nearby. Throughout the location, small dancing flames flicker and
spark. There are 2 dracnari monks here. A lucidian monk stands here, silent and motionless.
You see exits leading east, south, and west.
You suddenly scoop up a dracnari monk.
s
Before a large painting of a Lucidian.
The hypnotic scent of roses lingers in the air, permeating the terrain in an array of sweet aromas
from a healing shrine of Viravain nearby. Throughout the location, small dancing flames flicker and
spark. There are 2 dracnari monks here.
You see exits leading north and west.
ii monk
You are wielding:
thornvine165223 : a putrid thornvine whip in your left hand.
shield29627 : a dark shield in the form of crow wings in your right hand.
You are holding:
"monk156193" a dracnari monk
You are wearing:
Number of matching objects: 1 (out of 38 total)
You blink.
l monk
A dracnari monk is strong and limber, his muscles tensing with each movement. Bright eyes are framed
within a fiercely draconic face. Covered in nondescript brown robes, this dracnari's vitality is
seen from his head to his tail, as he is constantly in movement.
A dracnari monk appears to be extraordinarily strong.
.....wot
(The Crux): Marcella says, "I for one would rather see Celest take it."
Signature!
Estarra the Eternal says, "Give Shevat the floor please."
No seriously...how many hidden away secrets and alcoves can this place have. It's like an easter egg hunt and the basin is the park.
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