Mommy, he touched me and made me feel uncomfortable!
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.
Maybe that was the cause of those lag spikes you noticed. A couple of us were trying to decipher that bug. My best guess is that all characters with Unknown parents are being considered siblings, or something like that.
It's happening to others too. I think it's happening to both people with no parents and also to progenitors, where half the basin seem to be their siblings. Like I saw in one family tree I am sibling to my husband Silvanus, my son Syranas, and my granddaughter Zarialle (among a zillion others). Talk about inbreeding!
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.
A proud Imperial Merian Premier lunges for Morgfyre, hands curling against His scalp as Morgfyre struggles wildly with it. A proud Imperial Merian Premier wrenches its hand back with an awful tearing sound, ripping out a hunk of Morgfyre's weave and holding proudly above its head. -prompt here- With the smallest flick of His finger, Morgfyre sends you flying headlong into the depths of the Astral Plane.
THEN THAT RUDE JERK AND THAX STARTED GRIEFING ME. /issue both
(Gaudiguch): Esca (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "Does anyone know where I might find a proper champagne glass of some sort? I feel as if I could multiply my fanciness with one."
(Gaudiguch): Esca (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "I will of course also need a willing volunteer to peel fruit and feed it to me."
(Gaudiguch): Esca (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "Perhaps also someone to fan me with some sort of large tree leaf."
(Gaudiguch): Koba (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "Father.."
(Gaudiguch): Esca (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "You're not exactly the type of person I'm looking for, but thank you for volunteering, daughter."
Qendyl - the Great Starry Sea [WATER] You tell Qendyl, Ward of Shadows, "Please depart from Water." Qendyl tells you, "Sure." You tell Qendyl, Ward of Shadows, "Thank you." Qendyl - continually flowing water [ETHEREAL] Qendyl - among the cloud vines [ETHEREAL] You shrug helplessly. You say, "Close enough!" Qendyl - on a massive cloud-formation in the endless sky [AIR]
She is a nimble faeling and is diminutive and slender, with a warm, honey-colored complexion and shining black hair which is pulled into a simple braid over her shoulder and hangs to her knees. Curious, with an attention span that seems to jump quickly from one thing to another, she hovers ceaselessly on a blur of soft violet wings, keeping herself more or less at eye level with whomever or whatever currently holds her attention. Her demeanor, however, is an attempt at proper humility when she manages to remember, with her gaze kept demurely lowered and her hands clasped in front of her body when not otherwise occupied. On occasion, she peeks up from beneath long lashes, revealing bright green eyes that sparkle with intelligence and humor; her lips quirked in an expression of mirth, as though sharing a private joke with those around her. She is wearing a petite chartreuse pack embellished with lace, 2 twilight amethyst rings of windswept skyblooms, a violet sari edged in silver, 3 round escutcheon brooches, 2 gold-flecked rings of fire, a fragrant bracelet of woodland herbs, a tiny, lambent firefly stud through her right ear, a clover-etched sapphire brooch, an etched coral ring, buckled violet suede knee-high boots, gold-filigreed prayer beads of dawn-cast jewels, an eye-catching violet velvet hat, a vine-like choker bearing a stylised ruby crow and a dragon stud through her left ear.
You give a fleshpot-shaped, red velvet cake with a spicy-sugar icing to Sister Reyqae Indara, Supplicant of Sacrifice.
Reyqae breathes a soft 'Wahh!' in surprise.
Sister Reyqae Indara, Supplicant of Sacrifice says, "I have a rhino whose name is Red Velvet Cake!"
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!"
Singing to herself as she takes off, Mistress Jezebel says, "What would they do without youuuu, you foxy lady, sleek like polished marble."
Jezebel's singing echoes about the walls of the Tower as she gets father and farther away until it is is but a murmur of lilting melody.
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.
Comments
Do this!
(Ad-Hoc): Zyphora (from the Aetherways) says, "Sexy fanfiction."
Estarra the Eternal says, "Give Shevat the floor please."
Oh, Iosai, you make me giggle.
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.
-prompt here-
With the smallest flick of His finger, Morgfyre sends you flying headlong into the depths of the Astral Plane.
THEN THAT RUDE JERK AND THAX STARTED GRIEFING ME.
Signature!
You tell Qendyl, Ward of Shadows, "Please depart from Water."
Qendyl tells you, "Sure."
You tell Qendyl, Ward of Shadows, "Thank you."
Qendyl - continually flowing water [ETHEREAL]
Qendyl - among the cloud vines [ETHEREAL]
You shrug helplessly.
You say, "Close enough!"
Qendyl - on a massive cloud-formation in the endless sky [AIR]
She is a nimble faeling and is diminutive and slender, with a warm, honey-colored complexion and
shining black hair which is pulled into a simple braid over her shoulder and hangs to her knees.
Curious, with an attention span that seems to jump quickly from one thing to another, she hovers
ceaselessly on a blur of soft violet wings, keeping herself more or less at eye level with whomever
or whatever currently holds her attention. Her demeanor, however, is an attempt at proper humility
when she manages to remember, with her gaze kept demurely lowered and her hands clasped in front of her body when not otherwise occupied. On occasion, she peeks up from beneath long lashes, revealing bright green eyes that sparkle with intelligence and humor; her lips quirked in an expression of mirth, as though sharing a private joke with those around her.
She is wearing a petite chartreuse pack embellished with lace, 2 twilight amethyst rings of windswept skyblooms, a violet sari edged in silver, 3 round escutcheon brooches, 2 gold-flecked rings of fire, a fragrant bracelet of woodland herbs, a tiny, lambent firefly stud through her right ear, a clover-etched sapphire brooch, an etched coral ring, buckled violet suede knee-high boots, gold-filigreed prayer beads of dawn-cast jewels, an eye-catching violet velvet hat, a vine-like choker bearing a stylised ruby crow and a dragon stud through her left ear.
You give a fleshpot-shaped, red velvet cake with a spicy-sugar icing to Sister Reyqae Indara,
Supplicant of Sacrifice.
Reyqae breathes a soft 'Wahh!' in surprise.
Sister Reyqae Indara, Supplicant of Sacrifice says, "I have a rhino whose name is Red Velvet Cake!"
adorable!
so forward
Signature!
Meat shield!!
Seems like Skanylla has attracted the attention of a supernal.
You have played (too many) games.
Goodbye for now!
A crystalline key falls out of the decapitated head of Romaan.
... Hmmm.
foxy lady, sleek like polished marble."
Jezebel's singing echoes about the walls of the Tower as she gets father and farther away until it
is is but a murmur of lilting melody.
There's a good boy, Brennan.