Keeper Ushaara says to Zeforos, Lord of the North Wind, "Entity, you are reminded that your presence is simply tolerated upon this plane. We are glad to learn that the elemental energies appear to have been unaffected by this anomalous growth, however if there is nothing further of relevance you might provide to warrant a continuance of this conversation, it is advised that you calm your gales."
Your cloud better get bowed, your cirrus better be serious.
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.
Descending from the heavens to the highest point within the Basin is the sudden pitter-patter of rain, which falls in gleaming shards of golden light in a brief and gentle shower.
Sooooo...
Did anyone else notice we've been receiving golden showers?
Descending from the heavens to the highest point within the Basin is the sudden pitter-patter of rain, which falls in gleaming shards of golden light in a brief and gentle shower.
Sooooo...
Did anyone else notice we've been receiving golden showers?
Golden showers of science.
Jadice, the Frost Queen says to you, "Constant vigilance."
When it happens, I'll usually EM closes his eyes and turns his face to the clouds, letting the acrid showers wash over him.
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.
o Nimbus cloud defence line typo fixed ("numbus" -> "nimbus")
And so, it ends. Fair winds, numbus.
Goodnight, sweet prince.
One of two longstanding typos I grew to love instead of resent.
The other was on a mammoth whose description had the line "he toots a contentedly with his trunk," which is so charming and great for some reason. Toots a contentedly~ heeheehee.
You slam into Ciaran, viciously impaling him through the gut on your bardiche. 12420h, 8380m, 8380e, 8p, 26660en, 26660w melrk<>- You have recovered balance on all limbs. 12420h, 8380m, 8380e, 8p, 26660en, 26660w melrxk<>- Ciaran looks pale and gaunt as his body shudders on the end of the weapon. 12420h, 8380m, 8380e, 8p, 26660en, 26660w melrxk<>- Ciaran takes some salve from a vial and rubs it on his gut. 12420h, 8380m, 8380e, 8p, 26660en, 26660w melrxk<>- With a look of agony on his face, Ciaran manages to writhe himself free of the blade through his gut. 12420h, 8380m, 8380e, 8p, 26660en, 26660w melrxk<>- In a swift, fluid motion, Ciaran springs up from his hands to land crouched on his feet.
EveriineWise Old Swordsbird / BrontaurIndianapolis, IN, USA
Then we need to dirty that mind up a bit.
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.
Ashiya removes her dress and curls up in her blue and white quilted blanket with little starburst patterns, wrapping the edges of the blanket around herself like a cocoon. She pulls some slippers out of her bag and puts them on, their little green bunny ears flopping as she shifts. One is missing an ear, and they're worn - remnants of a more innocent time in her life, and a comforting bit of nostalgia. She rests up against the railing of her pagoda, looking up at the starless, moonless sky of eternal darkness and the shadows filtering their way through the needles of the great pines - the only light being the warm brightness of life in Ashiya's peridot eyes as she smiles, wrapped in warmth and her Mother's shadows. She closes her eyes, breathing in the scent of pine and wet soil. The smile spread across her face widens as she feels one of her spider buddies crawling over her arm, followed by another. Two more crawl across her slippers and up her blanket, and the four begin to settle in - one even burrowing in to her hair for prime resting real estate. "Hello, friends," she whispers, and her voice is as soft as the wind rolling over the grasses with a faint rustle of brush.
Ashiya shifts a bit and reaches over to the side, careful not to disturb her spider friends. She opens up her lavender book satchel and takes out a thick, black book. She settles back in her spot propped up against one of the railing's stands and opens up the book, smiling at each one of the spiders on her in turn - save for the one in her hair, which is content to simply tickle her scalp like the little rebellious spider it is. "Story time again? I've picked up an interesting one for you. It's about a spider and a pig." She watches the spiders for their reaction and laughs softly, barely audible. "I don't understand either." She tilts her head toward one of the spiders, as if it were speaking to her. "Oh! Of course the spider is the hero of the story. Here, you'll see." She smiles at the little big-eyed jumping spider reassuringly and looks down at the book. "Chapter one: Before breakfast." She begins and smiles at the three spiders she can see. The fourth is now hanging from a web it stuck on to one of her long ears to get a better view of the book, and she doesn't seem to care she has a spider-earring.
Ashiya's voice cuts through the quiet of the forest despite how softly she is speaking to her little spiders, the area lit only by the ethereal blue light shed by will-o-wisps threading through the great pines. She reads through the story until she gets to the appearance of the Spider, cheerfully sounding out the voices of the various characters in the story to give her spiders a proper storytelling. "Salutations!" Ashiya reads, making a feminine voice unlike her own - much more high pitched, but still matronly. "Wilbur jumped to his feet. 'Salu-what?' he cried," she continues, her voice for the little pig Wilbur being a deeper voice than her own, but still that of a younger boy. "'Salutations!' the voice repeated. 'What are they, and where are you?' screamed Wilbur. 'Please, please tell me where you are. And what are salutations?'" she continues reading, laughing a bit at her own voices. She continues reading the story to her four spiders, all of which watch her and listen with rapt attention.
Ashiya continues reading for the next few hours, as the story is not a very long one - at the end of which, the spiders are all sad, as their beloved heroine Charlotte has fallen, but her daughters all live on to spin their own webs within the lives of all the good people. She smiles at her spiders and plucks the one off of her ear, placing it down with the other three to settle in on her chest for sleeping. She closes the book and carefully replaces it in her satchel. "That's it for tonight, my little friends. I'll have another story for you tomorrow. I hear tell of a story about a little spider that meets a caterpillar," she murmurs, curling her legs up and reclining against her post. She gives each spider a little pet in the head with her little finger and wishes them all good night, murmuring softly to them as they drift off to spider-sleep. She joins them shortly after, resting comfortably in the darkness, held by her dark Mother and drifting in to dreams of Her cold, unearthly beauty.
I got bored and did a thing by myself in my Manse. I hope you enjoy!
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is simply tolerated upon this plane. We are glad to learn that the elemental energies appear to have
been unaffected by this anomalous growth, however if there is nothing further of relevance you might
provide to warrant a continuance of this conversation, it is advised that you calm your gales."
Didn't know @Ushaara had it in him.
Sooooo...
Did anyone else notice we've been receiving golden showers?
And so, it ends. Fair winds, numbus.
One of two longstanding typos I grew to love instead of resent.
The other was on a mammoth whose description had the line "he toots a contentedly with his trunk," which is so charming and great for some reason. Toots a contentedly~ heeheehee.
True, @Vivet is #flawless and definitely #wokeuplikethis. c:
Hmmm.
12420h, 8380m, 8380e, 8p, 26660en, 26660w melrk<>-
You have recovered balance on all limbs.
12420h, 8380m, 8380e, 8p, 26660en, 26660w melrxk<>-
Ciaran looks pale and gaunt as his body shudders on the end of the weapon.
12420h, 8380m, 8380e, 8p, 26660en, 26660w melrxk<>-
Ciaran takes some salve from a vial and rubs it on his gut.
12420h, 8380m, 8380e, 8p, 26660en, 26660w melrxk<>-
With a look of agony on his face, Ciaran manages to writhe himself free of the blade through his gut.
12420h, 8380m, 8380e, 8p, 26660en, 26660w melrxk<>-
In a swift, fluid motion, Ciaran springs up from his hands to land crouched on his feet.
I guess the answer is yes.
You have won 29500 Aethergoop on your bet: 5 tickets on Furry Hug places third or better!
Nookie Longpaws shouts, "You lucky ducky, Tambador! You've scored big at the racetracks!"
You have won 230800 Aethergoop on your bet: 10 tickets on Furry Hug places second or better!
Nookie Longpaws shouts, "You lucky ducky, Tambador! You've scored big at the racetracks!"
You have won 50000 Aethergoop on your bet: 5 tickets on Portly Package places third or better!
Nookie Longpaws shouts, "Winner! Winner! Chicken dinner! Tambador scores big at the racetracks!"
I should have bet the 50 tickets each I thought about betting on them
(ASPCA): Xenthos (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "It is adorable."
Vive l'apostrophe!
Ashiya removes her dress and curls up in her blue and white quilted blanket with little starburst patterns, wrapping the edges of the blanket around herself like a cocoon. She pulls some slippers out of her bag and puts them on, their little green bunny ears flopping as she shifts. One is missing an ear, and they're worn - remnants of a more innocent time in her life, and a comforting bit of nostalgia. She rests up against the railing of her pagoda, looking up at the starless, moonless sky of eternal darkness and the shadows filtering their way through the needles of the great pines - the only light being the warm brightness of life in Ashiya's peridot eyes as she smiles, wrapped in warmth and her Mother's shadows. She closes her eyes, breathing in the scent of pine and wet soil. The smile spread across her face widens as she feels one of her spider buddies crawling over her arm, followed by another. Two more crawl across her slippers and up her blanket, and the four begin to settle in - one even burrowing in to her hair for prime resting real estate. "Hello, friends," she whispers, and her voice is as soft as the wind rolling over the grasses with a faint rustle of brush.
I got bored and did a thing by myself in my Manse. I hope you enjoy!
HE'S BEEN CENSORED!
Tonight amidst the mountaintops
And endless starless night
Singing how the wind was lost
Before an earthly flight