The end of Crek's cudgel forms a knotty burl and he points it at a fat green weevil. The burl pops and ruptures, shooting a barrage of splinters into his flesh. Crek has scored a WORLD-SHATTERING CRITICAL HIT!!! A fat green weevil bleeds to death from the hundreds of tiny punctures left by the splinters embedded in his flesh. A fat green weevil has been slain by Crek. Crek viciously digs his beak into the stomach of a fresh corpse, removing his blood stained and splattered beak soon afterwards with a satisfied expression. 1914h, 2892m, 3324e, 10p ex-��
You choke back a laugh as Ingwe Thulisile releases a painfully accurate kick to Milo's shin in retribution for his behaviour.
Milo, the Blossoming Corpse says to Naime, "You may show me, fleshy on- oh my!"
Naime frowns at Ingwe Thulisile.
Ingwe Thulisile tilts her head and listens intently to Naime.
Ingwe Thulisile watches as her foot goes right through Milo's robes.
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Frowning, Ingwe Thulisile says, "You're all strange."
Caught in a sudden bout of whimsy, you grab Milo's hands and twirl him about the room.
Ingwe Thulisile turns and steps into the shadows, instantly vanishing as they consume her form.
You open your mouth but say nothing.
So much
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!"
(Glomdoring): Ishant says, "What does it mean when I seek to find information about someone, and it says data redacted?"
You guys and your whacky honours :-w . If a novice later asks why he got sand thrown in his eyes when checking someone's honours, im throwing sand back.
Talk like this sometimes gives me the urge to make a new character on the north-team side just to smack people into action..
Well actually.. Marcella went to Serenwilde first trying to find people and could not find anyone so she wound up in Celest, during wildnodes, thus the following (from her point of view):
The soft, hollow voice of Nocht, the Silent resounds within your mind as His words echo through the aether, "Congratulations, Arimisia. Your mastery of vermin cannot be disputed."
Bewitching melodies drift languidly upon the air, heralding the entrance of Eliron as he glides in from the ether. <seconds later>
With a high-pitched hoot, a great horned owl wings in and deposits pale grey stationery into your hands, then flaps off again.
Serenwilde, why do your owls have such bad timing? Or perfect, I don't know which.
"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."
Veils flicker across the sky in feverish profusion, and a cry of ecstasy becomes agony as the benevolent will of the Lord-and-Lady is made manifest. Holvhorn has been seared to death by the divine flame of Mysrai, the Thousand-Shrouded Ivory.
Reality shifts, the sky tinging into whispering veils of changing paradigms as the weirdly-echoing voice of Mysrai intones, "Even while We sleep, We sense those so rude as to slip from Me without a word. Contemplate well your errors."
(Hallifax): Doman says, "Yes, contemplate why you left as I punish you for leaving!"
When Ilosia marworbled us, was when my lovely campus internet decided to drop. Literally right then. So I was pretty frustrated. Also because our fleet is missing.
The flashpoint labeled "Canker" on Yantra actually took us to Mucklemarsh instead of Cankermore, which was the source of my confusion. So I imagine the fleet is still at Cankermore, wondering why we didn't arrive.
The flashpoint labeled "Canker" on Yantra actually took us to Mucklemarsh instead of Cankermore, which was the source of my confusion. So I imagine the fleet is still at Cankermore, wondering why we didn't arrive.
EDIT: I blame Daraius thus.
Muddy fields and allosaurs everywhere. I understand the confusion.
To be fair, you'd only have flown smack into Crown had you reached your destination, which would have ended probably as expected.
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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Engineer Maligorn, I am pleased to announce your mandatory promotion to chair. Please report immediately for sitting.
NARF!
Crek has scored a WORLD-SHATTERING CRITICAL HIT!!!
A fat green weevil bleeds to death from the hundreds of tiny punctures left by the splinters embedded in his flesh.
A fat green weevil has been slain by Crek.
Crek viciously digs his beak into the stomach of a fresh corpse, removing his blood stained and splattered beak soon afterwards with a satisfied expression.
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Cyndell shrugs helplessly.
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Tacita An'Ryshe says to Crek, "Ah, the very definition of overkill."
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An impish grin creeps over Tacita's face as her eyes light up with mischief.
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Crek bursts into a fit of giggles, ending with an abrupt and surprising snort.
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Harbinger of the Wyrd, Cyndell Nightshade giggles softly.
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Druid Crek Ysav'rai says to Tacita, "That weevil offended me."
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Septim chuckles long and heartily.
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Tacita An'Ryshe says, "I'm sure if you look 'overkill' up in the dictionary, it says 'world-shattering critical hit on a weevil, rat or similar'."
It's true, I really am you.
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It's true, I really am you.
You guys and your whacky honours :-w . If a novice later asks why he got sand thrown in his eyes when checking someone's honours, im throwing sand back.
(Anonymous): Jaamil (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "No need to."
(Anonymous): You say, "Okay...why not?"
(Anonymous): Jaamil (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "I know the end result."
gg enjoy the win Mag. And gg phantom Karlach, whose presence evidently scares people into inaction even when he's not online
You say, "I wonder if Via will ever come out of the closet."
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Rapturous Sage Orn Lunarose, Seeker of Indigo Stars says, "Most furrikin do within a year or two."
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It's true, I really am you.
Context 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!
Estarra the Eternal says, "Give Shevat the floor please."
The Portals of Celest.
<:-P
It's true, I really am you.
Preston has been summarily beheaded by Princess Kelly McCloud.
You see the death occur at the Pool of Stars.
It's true, I really am you.
X tells you, "Do you have a guild with telepathic abilities?"
Reply Ask Estarra.
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Psht, copy cats!
I see how it is, no love for the O.G. (Original Ganker)
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!
Psht, copy cats!
I see how it is, no love for the O.G. (Original Ganker)
I wasn't around for that one, or you'd be posted too
It's true, I really am you.
Holvhorn has been seared to death by the divine flame of Mysrai, the Thousand-Shrouded Ivory.
Reality shifts, the sky tinging into whispering veils of changing paradigms as the weirdly-echoing voice of Mysrai intones, "Even while We sleep, We sense those so rude as to slip from Me without a word. Contemplate well your errors."
(Hallifax): Doman says, "Yes, contemplate why you left as I punish you for leaving!"
Yantra Shevat [Yantra] suddenly collapses on herself!
Yantra Shevat has been destroyed by The Wyrden Seeker.
Tomo has died in the imploded wreckage of Yantra Shevat.
Arsalil has died in the imploded wreckage of Yantra Shevat.
Pejat has died in the imploded wreckage of Yantra Shevat.
Maligorn has died in the imploded wreckage of Yantra Shevat.
Zyphora has died in the imploded wreckage of Yantra Shevat.
But really, that was pretty fun.
I don't do things by halves.
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!
The flashpoint labeled "Canker" on Yantra actually took us to Mucklemarsh instead of Cankermore, which was the source of my confusion. So I imagine the fleet is still at Cankermore, wondering why we didn't arrive.
EDIT: I blame Daraius thus.
To be fair, you'd only have flown smack into Crown had you reached your destination, which would have ended probably as expected.
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!