"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."
Lisaera, the Silver Goddess has bestowed Her divine strongfavour upon you. It will last for 1 month.
I feel so conflicted.
"Chairwoman," Princess Setisoki states, holding up a hand in a gesture for her to stop and returning the cup. "That would be quite inappropriate. One of the males will serve me."
You have emoted: Tacita An'Ryshe remains standing between Kethaera and some unseen foe, her face contorted into barely restrained anger. "I do not know what You are trying to do," she whispers, drawing the swirling shadows closer to her, "but You may rest assured that I do not seek Your interest in the slightest. Take Your eyes from the Childryn of the Silent Lord, Silver Crone. You shall sway none of us from His embrace so long as I shelter them in His Amalgam."
A rippling silver mist exhales from the air itself, manifesting amidst a cloud of glimmering moonfire. From within the manifestation, a gentle voice explains, "Still your anxiety, little one. I am not interested in claiming those who are loyal to Nocht. Know well, however, that My interest in the motherly instinct surpasses the idiosyncrasies of mortal squabbling." As the ancient presence begins to debark, the gentle voice continues, "Go well in wisdom, Tacita. I am proud of your strength. Kethaera is safe with you."
Lisaera. Tacita is so angry. But I love Lisaera.
I sort of miss being a Lisae just a little bit. Okay not a little bit.
Carefully cutting a slice from a chocolate cake, you enjoy each savoury bit of its three layers. Suddenly overcome with a love, or lust, of chocolate, you grab handfuls from the remaining cake and stuff them in your mouth, your need to consume all of the chocolate rising to a crescendo as you
momentarily blackout. Quickly coming to, you find your desire sated, the cake gone, and yourself absently licking bits of chocolate from your fingers.
Tremula carefully cuts a slice from a chocolate cake, and quietly consumes it. Shockingly, she suddenly reaches into the cake with her hands and pulls gob after gob of it out, stuffing it into her mouth and swallowing with barely a moment of chewing. As she consumes the last of a chocolate cake, her face momentarily glaze over, resuming its normal appearance after a brief pause in which she has licked her fingers almost entirely clean.
I love whomever wrote this, and am shocked by how similar it is to how I eat cake.
Discerning the desires of Babette Boulanger, you press her to acknowledge that only in Hallifax will she find accord with her many needs. Babette Boulanger asks you what type of celebrations and parties the Village of Delport would expect if it were to follow the Grand Dominion of Hallifax.
Well, dear, there's this one absolutely -grand- party at the Reeducation Center. You simply -must- go. In fact, it's mandatory!
Discerning the desires of Babette Boulanger, you press her to acknowledge that only in Hallifax will she find accord with her many needs. Babette Boulanger asks you what type of celebrations and parties the Village of Delport would expect if it were to follow the Grand Dominion of Hallifax.
Well, dear, there's this one absolutely -grand- party at the Reeducation Center. You simply -must- go. In fact, it's mandatory!
Hey now, Isune could always find an excuse to throw more tea parties.
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!
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Fourty minutes later I declared it a draw.
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!
A stream of crackling blue fire sizzles across the sky.
Karlach has been seared to death by the divine flame of Lisaera, the Silver Goddess.
Timing is everything, you know.
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!
Ixion tells you, "// I don't think anyone else had a clue, amazing form."
I wish people would make their minds up about ruthless violence, good thing or bad thing.
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!
2014/08/16 01:18:50 - Metallicanus stepped out of the Portal of Fate as a new student.
Thankfully he changed his name.
I thought this was how you came up with names for fantasy games......
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=haT1yOrEtRs
A flame-tongued savage in lustrous steel says, "No use at all."
A flame-tongued savage in lustrous steel says, "The blessings can be quite."
Karlach removes Spectacles of Clairvoyance.
Karlach slips into Spectacles of Clairvoyance.
A flame-tongued savage in lustrous steel says, ".. Potent."
Then Karlach's finger slipped and things went burning.
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!
Ixion tells you, "// I don't think anyone else had a clue, amazing form."
It's true, I really am you.
Babette Boulanger asks you what type of celebrations and parties the Village of Delport would expect if it were to follow the Grand Dominion of Hallifax.
Well, dear, there's this one absolutely -grand- party at the Reeducation Center. You simply -must- go. In fact, it's mandatory!
Estarra the Eternal says, "Give Shevat the floor please."
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!