I distinctly remember being one-shotted. Well done!
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.
But I'm falling asleep, so I left. But I saw a revolt!
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.
You open your stocking and pull out a pair of kissable golden lips.
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!"
We have a prohibition on tents being placed anywhere other than at the Master Ravenwood, though.
But sleeping in the trees is nicer anyways.
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 following people are alive: o Rymiel (M) o Sanshaj (M) o Cannrin (F) o Taerrick (M) o Wuttif (M) o Grayley (F) o Dakuni (M) o Daindam (M) o Ilatrea (F) o Helegena (F)
The following roles remain: 1x Populace - Nightbringer 1x Detective - Eye of Crow 1x Protector - Dirgesinger 1x Blocker - Seer of the Night Coven 1x Killer - crazed zealot 1x Vigilante - Dark Knight of the Ebonguard 1x Watcher - Overseer of Hidden Terrors
FINALLY! Hai tharr Helegena.
Raves for Glom Vengeance and this:
Helegena sits herself in her rocker and begins to knit something shapeless and ugly.
edit:
The last vengeance game ended thusly: Survivors: o Stratas (as Helegena (F)) (Dark Knight of the Ebonguard) (winner!)
Deaths: o Sylvanas (as Rymiel (M)) (covert rebel) o Athree (as Sanshaj (M)) (Nightbringer) o Rolsand (as Cannrin (F)) (Seer of the Night Coven) o Talan (as Taerrick (M)) (covert rebel) o Mica (as Wuttif (M)) (Eye of Crow) o Siam (as Grayley (F)) (covert rebel) o Ehtias (as Dakuni (M)) (Dirgesinger) o Narynth (as Daindam (M)) (crazed zealot) o Dylara (as Ilatrea (F)) (Overseer of Hidden Terrors)
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!"
*blink* I feel the admins just gave up on the language rule.
A lot of the rules are enforced reactively rather than proactively, they can't be monitoring everything at every given moment - you always have the option of letting the person know if there is a problem, or if they choose to ignore it, then you can always take the complaint to the next level and inform an admin, letting them make a more formal ruling on it.
Kiss of the Enchantress hisses eerily, "Let them fear, and despair."
You begin the process of considering @Vanyel as your child. During the next Lusternian year, you may FAMILY REJECT CHILD if you realise this isn't your child.
NEW FAVOURITE SON IS FAVOURITE.
No really, the RP is beautiful, he's witty and attentive to even the smallest detail, it's going to be such a pleasure to have you in the family and to see how the story progresses from here. You made my evening.
All these new people. All these wonderful, wonderful new people. Yet the majority of them know more or less what they are doing, and aren't afraid to dive right into roleplaying and lore. It's beautiful. :x
Tonight amidst the mountaintops And endless starless night Singing how the wind was lost Before an earthly flight
Oh hey, @Aramel's back. Come to Glomdoring now, you.
edit:
Aramel was welcomed into the Commune by Siam.
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!"
Sent By: (system) on 08/13/9:20 Congratulations! Zyphora and Turnus have passed the period of consideration and are indeed your parents. You have found your home as a member of the Great House of Windwhisper.
:x
Age: forever 28 / Sex: female / Location: where the Fates can't reach
@Siam Lies and slander. Also your intrepid pixie tweets popped right into the middle of an astral hunt. Now people will be looking suspiciously at Aramel!
Rave for cool RP with @Xiran and new players, as well as a fun RP conversation with @Falmiis.
(clan): Falmiis says, "Aramelise, verb, 1. adorn with many flowers."
Sending: PUNCH archer You thrust your arm out in a quick jab at an orc archer. You connect! You have scored an ANNIHILATINGLY POWERFUL CRITICAL hit! The final blow proves too much for an orc archer, who expires, pitifully. You have slain an orc archer. An orc archer exclaims, "An arrow'll find yer heart fer this!" Many golden sovereigns spill from the corpse.
I led my first aetherhunt, thanks for those who were putting up with me learning things on the go! Will try and do this more often. :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.
@Siam Lies and slander. Also your intrepid pixie tweets popped right into the middle of an astral hunt. Now people will be looking suspiciously at Aramel!
Rave for cool RP with @Xiran and new players, as well as a fun RP conversation with @Falmiis.
Come2Glom, Caramel. We have rainbowshadowfire unicorns!
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!"
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Hrm, maybe I shouldn't go down that line of thought too much.
rantsraves had over 100 new posts, before deciding to just skip all of it.Rave for their being 22 people online in Serenwilde the other day. That was crazy.
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But I'm falling asleep, so I left. But I saw a revolt!
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.
You guys are hax.
o Rymiel (M)
o Sanshaj (M)
o Cannrin (F)
o Taerrick (M)
o Wuttif (M)
o Grayley (F)
o Dakuni (M)
o Daindam (M)
o Ilatrea (F)
o Helegena (F)
The following roles remain:
1x Populace - Nightbringer
1x Detective - Eye of Crow
1x Protector - Dirgesinger
1x Blocker - Seer of the Night Coven
1x Killer - crazed zealot
1x Vigilante - Dark Knight of the Ebonguard
1x Watcher - Overseer of Hidden Terrors
FINALLY! Hai tharr Helegena.
Raves for Glom Vengeance and this:
Helegena sits herself in her rocker and begins to knit something shapeless and ugly.
edit:
The last vengeance game ended thusly:
Survivors:
o Stratas (as Helegena (F)) (Dark Knight of the Ebonguard) (winner!)
Deaths:
o Sylvanas (as Rymiel (M)) (covert rebel)
o Athree (as Sanshaj (M)) (Nightbringer)
o Rolsand (as Cannrin (F)) (Seer of the Night Coven)
o Talan (as Taerrick (M)) (covert rebel)
o Mica (as Wuttif (M)) (Eye of Crow)
o Siam (as Grayley (F)) (covert rebel)
o Ehtias (as Dakuni (M)) (Dirgesinger)
o Narynth (as Daindam (M)) (crazed zealot)
o Dylara (as Ilatrea (F)) (Overseer of Hidden Terrors)
NEW FAVOURITE SON IS FAVOURITE.
No really, the RP is beautiful, he's witty and attentive to even the smallest detail, it's going to be such a pleasure to have you in the family and to see how the story progresses from here. You made my evening.
Ixion tells you, "// I don't think anyone else had a clue, amazing form."
Tonight amidst the mountaintops
And endless starless night
Singing how the wind was lost
Before an earthly flight
edit:
Aramel was welcomed into the Commune by Siam.
Congratulations! Zyphora and Turnus have passed the period of consideration and are indeed your parents. You have found your home as a member of the Great House of Windwhisper.
:x
Age: forever 28 / Sex: female / Location: where the Fates can't reach
Rave for cool RP with @Xiran and new players, as well as a fun RP conversation with @Falmiis.
Sending: PUNCH archer
You thrust your arm out in a quick jab at an orc archer.
You connect!
You have scored an ANNIHILATINGLY POWERFUL CRITICAL hit!
The final blow proves too much for an orc archer, who expires, pitifully.
You have slain an orc archer.
An orc archer exclaims, "An arrow'll find yer heart fer this!"
Many golden sovereigns spill from the corpse.
oops this was meant to be a tweet
https://ada-young.appspot.com/pastebin/1990dccf
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.
WHOEVER PUT THE FORMAT BAR BACK ON THE FORUMS SERIOUSLY MADE ME TEAR UP A LITTLE BIT.
Ixion tells you, "// I don't think anyone else had a clue, amazing form."