Shamanism has such nice ambiance and flavour text. :x
Avurekhos says, "Dylara's a PvP menace in my eyes, totes rekting face."
The eye of Dylara materialises in your hands and flings itself around your neck, tightening incomprehensibly until it is irremovable. Perfectly clean, this eyeball has been wrenched from the socket of Dylara. It has been animated by some unusual force, constantly looking around itself as if in shock or fear. It is bathed in a light covering of white flames that roll endlessly over its surface. A single chain of empyreal metal pierces either side of the eye, allowing it to be worn around the neck.
Rising up from the snow-covered ground, the form of what is unmistakably a snowman looks about impatiently, made all the more abominable by the presence of a large, bristling moustache flecked with glittering frost and eyes of glaring charcoal. A large mound of snow obscures his legs, rendering him stationary and allowing him to ponderously turn upon a single axis. As though in afterthought, a snowy bow tie is formed around his neck, skewed to one side and dripping beads of ice upon his chest.
Oh my god he has a bow tie. :x
Avurekhos says, "Dylara's a PvP menace in my eyes, totes rekting face."
The eye of Dylara materialises in your hands and flings itself around your neck, tightening incomprehensibly until it is irremovable. Perfectly clean, this eyeball has been wrenched from the socket of Dylara. It has been animated by some unusual force, constantly looking around itself as if in shock or fear. It is bathed in a light covering of white flames that roll endlessly over its surface. A single chain of empyreal metal pierces either side of the eye, allowing it to be worn around the neck.
Avurekhos says, "Dylara's a PvP menace in my eyes, totes rekting face."
The eye of Dylara materialises in your hands and flings itself around your neck, tightening incomprehensibly until it is irremovable. Perfectly clean, this eyeball has been wrenched from the socket of Dylara. It has been animated by some unusual force, constantly looking around itself as if in shock or fear. It is bathed in a light covering of white flames that roll endlessly over its surface. A single chain of empyreal metal pierces either side of the eye, allowing it to be worn around the neck.
Had fun in Glomdoring (seriously, I still have to go there to RP. WHY SO QUIET, GAUDI) last night, and chatting with everyone. Especially getting to expand on Celina's new perspective on her existence sans Wyrd with @Scanlan.
It's a lot of fun to expand on her "fire burns for the sake of burning," mentality and coming to terms about not having a higher calling, accepting one's nature, and being self motivated etc etc etc.
The base of a mountain. Superimposed over this location, an ethereal forest reaches up to the sky. You have entered a vast and endless prairie of wild flowers, a cornucopia of smells and colours overwhelm your senses and threaten to make you sneeze with the sheer amounts of pollen floating in the air. Butterflies and bees scatter about the area fluttering and buzzing from flower to flower and though this landscape is an amazing display of sight and sound it is not without contrast. Standing in the middle of this vast field is a mountain of stone rising to impossible heights, cold and stark against the background. Carved into the face of this monolithic formation is a door forged of the hardest steel known to man, etched around the casing with the language of the Igasho Tribes. Crackling with energy, the command chair rises up from the floor. Hackles risen, a fierce timberwolf prowls about here. Kai'iel, the snow phoenix is here watching the world with a dispassionate stare. A wooden spike is planted here, proudly displaying the shrunken head of Cyndarin. You see a sign here instructing you to use the PORTAL command to enter the aetherplex system.
Avurekhos says, "Dylara's a PvP menace in my eyes, totes rekting face."
The eye of Dylara materialises in your hands and flings itself around your neck, tightening incomprehensibly until it is irremovable. Perfectly clean, this eyeball has been wrenched from the socket of Dylara. It has been animated by some unusual force, constantly looking around itself as if in shock or fear. It is bathed in a light covering of white flames that roll endlessly over its surface. A single chain of empyreal metal pierces either side of the eye, allowing it to be worn around the neck.
Little chat with Damian about Shamanism, weather and the Sun stuff. I feel really dumb when I get mob interactions, because I'm often unprepared for it (in this case I was checking job postings when he started talking), but thank you whoever you are. :x :x
I have felt really good since I came back, from the Community, getting involved in events, actually getting involved in combat and stuff. So yay, and thank you everyone.
Avurekhos says, "Dylara's a PvP menace in my eyes, totes rekting face."
The eye of Dylara materialises in your hands and flings itself around your neck, tightening incomprehensibly until it is irremovable. Perfectly clean, this eyeball has been wrenched from the socket of Dylara. It has been animated by some unusual force, constantly looking around itself as if in shock or fear. It is bathed in a light covering of white flames that roll endlessly over its surface. A single chain of empyreal metal pierces either side of the eye, allowing it to be worn around the neck.
The base of a mountain. Superimposed over this location, an ethereal forest reaches up to the sky. You have entered a vast and endless prairie of wild flowers, a cornucopia of smells and colours overwhelm your senses and threaten to make you sneeze with the sheer amounts of pollen floating in the air. Butterflies and bees scatter about the area fluttering and buzzing from flower to flower and though this landscape is an amazing display of sight and sound it is not without contrast. Standing in the middle of this vast field is a mountain of stone rising to impossible heights, cold and stark against the background. Carved into the face of this monolithic formation is a door forged of the hardest steel known to man, etched around the casing with the language of the Igasho Tribes. Crackling with energy, the command chair rises up from the floor. Hackles risen, a fierce timberwolf prowls about here. Kai'iel, the snow phoenix is here watching the world with a dispassionate stare. A wooden spike is planted here, proudly displaying the shrunken head of Cyndarin. You see a sign here instructing you to use the PORTAL command to enter the aetherplex system.
I gotta give a rave for all of Magnagora. It's been such a pleasant bustle with so many helpful folks. Though it's not as populated as what I'm used to, it's been exceedingly pleasant!
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EveriineWise Old Swordsbird / BrontaurIndianapolis, IN, USA
That was the most amazing and exciting action I've seen from Serenwilde in a long time! You had groups of hunters, people ferrying corpses and essences, people scouting and calling out locations of fae and fire, people going around dousing flames. Everyone was doing something, and it was amazing to watch! Well done to everyone!
Everiine is a man, and is very manly. This MAN before you is so manly you might as well just gender bend right now, cause he's the manliest man that you ever did see. His manly shape has spurned many women and girlyer men to boughs of fainting. He stands before you in a manly manerific typical man-like outfit which is covered in his manly motto: "I am a man!"
Daraius said: You gotta risk it for the biscuit.
Pony power all the way, yo. The more Brontaurs the better.
That was the most amazing and exciting action I've seen from Serenwilde in a long time! You had groups of hunters, people ferrying corpses and essences, people scouting and calling out locations of fae and fire, people going around dousing flames. Everyone was doing something, and it was amazing to watch! Well done to everyone!
Meanwhile, all of Gaudiguch was on fire.
Flames erupt from the caldera below as a distorted voice echoes, "Their spirit must be broken if they wish to be reborn as true warriors."
In 15 years of playing a MUD, its not often you get this opportunity....never thought I would be a tree hugger, but...
You run up to an enormous sunpride tree and squeeze him in a bone-crushing bearhug, making him wince
in pain.
You have scored a CRITICAL hit!
At first it seems as if the blow has done nothing but shake an enormous sunpride tree - but then a
huge split appears in the thick trunk, and the towering tree falls backwards in a flurry of leaves
and cracking branches.
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EveriineWise Old Swordsbird / BrontaurIndianapolis, IN, USA
That was the most amazing and exciting action I've seen from Serenwilde in a long time! You had groups of hunters, people ferrying corpses and essences, people scouting and calling out locations of fae and fire, people going around dousing flames. Everyone was doing something, and it was amazing to watch! Well done to everyone!
Meanwhile, all of Gaudiguch was on fire.
We mused that Gaudiguch was enjoying every last moment :P .
Everiine is a man, and is very manly. This MAN before you is so manly you might as well just gender bend right now, cause he's the manliest man that you ever did see. His manly shape has spurned many women and girlyer men to boughs of fainting. He stands before you in a manly manerific typical man-like outfit which is covered in his manly motto: "I am a man!"
Daraius said: You gotta risk it for the biscuit.
Pony power all the way, yo. The more Brontaurs the better.
Druidess Dylara Stormcrow, the Wyrden Menace has just replaced Bloodsworn Calesta Ysav'rai, Bane of the North as Champion of Blacktalon.
A new dawn arises as you begin your duties as the Talons of Crow. In a glorious blaze, the Feathered Torc of Crow's Guile appears above your head and descends into your hands.
You slip into the Feathered Torc of Crow's Guile.
A crescent shaped ring of dark wood forms the body of the torc. Mystical runic symbols have been carefully etched into the surface, running from one end to the other, where they shroud the torc in inky shadows as they absorb the light from their surroundings. The ends of the torc have been sculpted into the shapes of twin crows, designed as to be able to be fastened tightly to each other. Pristine crow feathers have been carefully festooned as to give the wearer the appearance of rigid feathery spikes jutting out from the sides of the neck.
Ooooh. :x
Avurekhos says, "Dylara's a PvP menace in my eyes, totes rekting face."
The eye of Dylara materialises in your hands and flings itself around your neck, tightening incomprehensibly until it is irremovable. Perfectly clean, this eyeball has been wrenched from the socket of Dylara. It has been animated by some unusual force, constantly looking around itself as if in shock or fear. It is bathed in a light covering of white flames that roll endlessly over its surface. A single chain of empyreal metal pierces either side of the eye, allowing it to be worn around the neck.
I just want to give huge props to admin for this event, many people (including me) are excited about what you've revealed to us. It's AMAZING. You've worked so hard, and I'm really thankful for all that time you put in to making sure that this event was awesome.
The apple is cold, crisp, and sour as the juices fill your mouth. As you consume the fruit, you glimpse, for a moment, a massive, shadowy figure, Her snow-white hair framing a perfect, icy-eyed visage. Beneath you, a vast, perfect web of silken strands lies - and, for a moment, you realize that you too are part of it, weaver and strand both - and home.
Raves for @Shango for giving me a very amusing awkward fight with a lot of mistakes and being the only one of the bunch who a did come to face me alone. Kudos to you :-)
edit: changed wording a tiny bit, for I don't want to flame, merely wanted to rave shango, for fighting him was really fun.
Avatar / Picture done by the lovely Gurashi.
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SylandraJoin Queue for Mafia GamesThe Last Mafia Game
Raves for throwing caution to the wind and throwing all responsibilities out the window. Resignation is such e-freedom.
"Oh yeah, you're a naughty mayor, aren't you? Misfile that Form MA631-D. Comptroller Shevat's got a nice gemstone disc for you, but yer gonna have to beg for it."
Thanks to @Bleuu@Doman@Zarialle@Selna and @Esca for the recent going-ons in Celestia. I thoroughly enjoyed the RP I've had with each of you around this.
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The eye of Dylara materialises in your hands and flings itself around your neck, tightening incomprehensibly until it is irremovable.
Perfectly clean, this eyeball has been wrenched from the socket of Dylara. It has been animated by some unusual force, constantly looking around itself as if in shock or fear. It is bathed in a light covering of white flames that roll endlessly over its surface. A single chain of empyreal metal pierces either side of the eye, allowing it to be worn around the neck.
The eye of Dylara materialises in your hands and flings itself around your neck, tightening incomprehensibly until it is irremovable.
Perfectly clean, this eyeball has been wrenched from the socket of Dylara. It has been animated by some unusual force, constantly looking around itself as if in shock or fear. It is bathed in a light covering of white flames that roll endlessly over its surface. A single chain of empyreal metal pierces either side of the eye, allowing it to be worn around the neck.
== Professional Girl Gamer ==
Yes I play games
Yes I'm a girl
get over it
The eye of Dylara materialises in your hands and flings itself around your neck, tightening incomprehensibly until it is irremovable.
Perfectly clean, this eyeball has been wrenched from the socket of Dylara. It has been animated by some unusual force, constantly looking around itself as if in shock or fear. It is bathed in a light covering of white flames that roll endlessly over its surface. A single chain of empyreal metal pierces either side of the eye, allowing it to be worn around the neck.
Ixion tells you, "// I don't think anyone else had a clue, amazing form."
The base of a mountain.
Superimposed over this location, an ethereal forest reaches up to the sky. You have entered a vast and endless prairie of
wild flowers, a cornucopia of smells and colours overwhelm your senses and threaten to make you sneeze with the sheer amounts
of pollen floating in the air. Butterflies and bees scatter about the area fluttering and buzzing from flower to flower and
though this landscape is an amazing display of sight and sound it is not without contrast. Standing in the middle of this
vast field is a mountain of stone rising to impossible heights, cold and stark against the background. Carved into the face
of this monolithic formation is a door forged of the hardest steel known to man, etched around the casing with the language
of the Igasho Tribes. Crackling with energy, the command chair rises up from the floor. Hackles risen, a fierce timberwolf
prowls about here. Kai'iel, the snow phoenix is here watching the world with a dispassionate stare. A wooden spike is planted
here, proudly displaying the shrunken head of Cyndarin. You see a sign here instructing you to use the PORTAL command to
enter the aetherplex system.
The eye of Dylara materialises in your hands and flings itself around your neck, tightening incomprehensibly until it is irremovable.
Perfectly clean, this eyeball has been wrenched from the socket of Dylara. It has been animated by some unusual force, constantly looking around itself as if in shock or fear. It is bathed in a light covering of white flames that roll endlessly over its surface. A single chain of empyreal metal pierces either side of the eye, allowing it to be worn around the neck.
The eye of Dylara materialises in your hands and flings itself around your neck, tightening incomprehensibly until it is irremovable.
Perfectly clean, this eyeball has been wrenched from the socket of Dylara. It has been animated by some unusual force, constantly looking around itself as if in shock or fear. It is bathed in a light covering of white flames that roll endlessly over its surface. A single chain of empyreal metal pierces either side of the eye, allowing it to be worn around the neck.
The eye of Dylara materialises in your hands and flings itself around your neck, tightening incomprehensibly until it is irremovable.
Perfectly clean, this eyeball has been wrenched from the socket of Dylara. It has been animated by some unusual force, constantly looking around itself as if in shock or fear. It is bathed in a light covering of white flames that roll endlessly over its surface. A single chain of empyreal metal pierces either side of the eye, allowing it to be worn around the neck.
edit: changed wording a tiny bit, for I don't want to flame, merely wanted to rave shango, for fighting him was really fun.
Ixion tells you, "// I don't think anyone else had a clue, amazing form."