Hey! You there! Raving about your god and not supplying logs. Quit that crap. If you have something to rave about, post a log. We want to live vicariously through you.
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.
Hey! You there! Raving about your god and not supplying logs. Quit that crap. If you have something to rave about, post a log. We want to live vicariously through you.
I did not have an RP log per se. I did have shiny items. I provided descriptions to shiny items. That I love.
Stockroom of Candycane Aethershop Quit Scrying Me. Your shop contains 671/250 items. You have exceeded your limit and your stock is liable to decay!
Followers of Crumkane should get a bonus to shops holding food. Just saying.
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.
[spoiler] Quiet notes of an entrancing, otherworldly music reach your ear, ebbing from somewhere nearby.
You perk your ears up as an errant topic catches your interest.
*move away from the Megalith just in case*
You kick your mount in the haunches towards the east.
A fragrant garden before the Theatre of Bloody Threnodies. A gentle breeze whistles around you. In the shape of an open palm, a metallic sigil lies here. A lithe, curving figure rises from a basin of purest lapis lazuli, while a murky, musk-scented fog pours from her open mouth and horns. Inspecting the gardens, Jinlu Ilithyia stands off to the side demurely. You see exits leading south and in.
The quiet music continues in spite of movement, following you as if its source was somewhere on your body.
You have emoted: Tremula closes her eyes and furrows her brow in concentration, her ears quivering slightly with the effort.
As you concentrate, the music becomes easier to pinpoint - ebbing from somewhere about your hands.
You have emoted: Tremula opens her eyes, her sevenfold eye spinning furiously as she inspects the violin and bow held in her hands.
The instrument of bones and tendons is quiet in your hands but as you move them, the music swells.
You have emoted: Tremula blinks in confusion, taken aback by the music's correspondance to her hands. Her eye slows it's rotation momentarily before speeding up again as she draws her hands through the air as though directing herself.
As you move your hands, your jewelry elicits soft clinks of metal on metal but the amethyst bracelet is otherwise silent, so are the rings. As you move to investigate, the music swells again, emanating from a string of prayer beads.
p beads Made of a glowing metal of unknown composition, this string of prayer beads bears the holy mark of Drocilla, causing the air around it to hum with latent power. It weighs 2 ounce(s). It bears the distinctive mark of Lullabied Requiem Tremula n'Lochli, the Tiniest Nightingale. It has the following aliases: beads, prayer.
The glowing metal feels warm to the touch, humming a lyrical nocturne that swells and fades as you move the beads.
You have emoted: A small grin grows on Tremula's face as she peers closely at her prayer beads. Gingerly, she moves her finger towards the unknown metal, pausing a few centimetres away from them, as though uncertain.
The music's pace picks up at your hesitation, beckoning with an enticing glissando to touch the beads.
touch beads You reach out and touch Prayer Beads of Drocilla. Prayer Beads of Drocilla changes under your blessed touch, imbued with the holy power of Drocilla.
l beads A myriad of minuscule beads has been thread upon a serpentine chain of nebulous smokesilver, its length and suppleness sufficient to coil in several loops about a devout's hands. The silver gleams with an alluring beauty from between the beads, its edges hazy and wreathed in glimmering smoke that winds about its length. Pea-sized, the beads are an interchangable amalgam of gold-flecked lapis lauzuli, polished into flawless starry landscapes, and dusky labradorites that illuminate the eventide collection with occasional bursts of opalescence. Collecting upon the chain like twilit dewdrops, larger beads of lavender glass are spread throughout; within each of them an ethereal violet aurora shifts languidly, like a window into another realm. The strands culminate in an ornamentally-etched white copper censer, which suffuses the air with an almost incandescent lavender smoke, perfuming the air with an intoxicating fragrance. With each inhalation, a distant swell of entrancing music brushes the senses, causing the heart to race.
You have emoted: Tremula's eyes close as the beads emit a flash of light, blinking them open a few moments later and taking in their new form as her mouth opens in a soft circle. [/spoiler]
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.
[spoiler] Bug #11495 Resolution: A myriad is singular and the main noun of the sentence, as such "has been" is correct. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------[Tremula on 1/17/2015 @ 01:50 typos]------ Drocillan Prayer Beads: They're beautiful, but the first line has a small typo that says, "A myriad of miniscule beads has been threaded..." and should be "A myriad of miniscule beads have been threaded..." [/spoiler]
Bug #11495 Resolution: A myriad is singular and the main noun of the sentence, as such "has been" is correct. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------[Tremula on 1/17/2015 @ 01:50 typos]------ Drocillan Prayer Beads: They're beautiful, but the first line has a small typo that says, "A myriad of miniscule beads has been threaded..." and should be "A myriad of miniscule beads have been threaded..."
No. I meant how the first line actually says "thread" instead of "threaded", and how lazuli is mispelled
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.
@Kregarn and @Arien for seeing part of Selenity they haven't before and not going "ugh not dealing with this" OOC.
@Everiine for dealing with the same part that lead to hours (!) of fun fun fun RP.
Delayed rave for @Darvellan for finally giving Selenity a task that isn't one meant for everyone of her Order rank to do. Hopefully she performed it decently.
I just went through 35 GHELPs and knocked it down to 22. This included moving some into the OOC clan for the Spiritsingers, deleting some, but putting ALL of them into a volume and putting that volume in the guild library. With luck, maybe I can make it 20 GHELPs sometime later!
Time for me to go to sleep. I think I earned it. At 7 AM.
Rave for this awesome mushroom that gives me clues I can't seem to solve.
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
Specifically @Lisaera @Azus @Kaiel @Rheatsis @Avurekhos @Arien and everyone on the astral bashes lately.
Also @Daraius @Taleisin and @Xeria for loboshigaru greatness.
Cheers!
Ixion tells you, "// I don't think anyone else had a clue, amazing form."
Your shop contains 671/250 items. You have exceeded your limit and your stock is liable to decay!
Followers of Crumkane should get a bonus to shops holding food. Just saying.
And for @Shaddus:
[spoiler]
Quiet notes of an entrancing, otherworldly music reach your ear, ebbing from somewhere nearby.
You perk your ears up as an errant topic catches your interest.
*move away from the Megalith just in case*
You kick your mount in the haunches towards the east.
A fragrant garden before the Theatre of Bloody Threnodies.
A gentle breeze whistles around you. In the shape of an open palm, a metallic sigil lies here. A lithe, curving figure rises from a basin of purest lapis lazuli, while a murky, musk-scented fog pours from her open mouth and horns. Inspecting the gardens, Jinlu Ilithyia stands off to the side demurely.
You see exits leading south and in.
The quiet music continues in spite of movement, following you as if its source was somewhere on your body.
You have emoted: Tremula closes her eyes and furrows her brow in concentration, her ears quivering slightly with the effort.
As you concentrate, the music becomes easier to pinpoint - ebbing from somewhere about your hands.
You have emoted: Tremula opens her eyes, her sevenfold eye spinning furiously as she inspects the violin and bow held in her hands.
The instrument of bones and tendons is quiet in your hands but as you move them, the music swells.
You have emoted: Tremula blinks in confusion, taken aback by the music's correspondance to her hands. Her eye slows it's rotation momentarily before speeding up again as she draws her hands through the air as though directing herself.
As you move your hands, your jewelry elicits soft clinks of metal on metal but the amethyst bracelet is otherwise silent, so are the rings. As you move to investigate, the music swells again, emanating from a string of prayer beads.
p beads
Made of a glowing metal of unknown composition, this string of prayer beads bears the holy mark of Drocilla, causing the air around it to hum with latent power.
It weighs 2 ounce(s).
It bears the distinctive mark of Lullabied Requiem Tremula n'Lochli, the Tiniest Nightingale.
It has the following aliases: beads, prayer.
The glowing metal feels warm to the touch, humming a lyrical nocturne that swells and fades as you move the beads.
You have emoted: A small grin grows on Tremula's face as she peers closely at her prayer beads. Gingerly, she moves her finger towards the unknown metal, pausing a few centimetres away from them, as though uncertain.
The music's pace picks up at your hesitation, beckoning with an enticing glissando to touch the beads.
touch beads
You reach out and touch Prayer Beads of Drocilla.
Prayer Beads of Drocilla changes under your blessed touch, imbued with the holy power of Drocilla.
l beads
A myriad of minuscule beads has been thread upon a serpentine chain of nebulous smokesilver, its length and suppleness sufficient to coil in several loops about a devout's hands. The silver gleams with an alluring beauty from between the beads, its edges hazy and wreathed in glimmering smoke that winds about its length. Pea-sized, the beads are an interchangable amalgam of gold-flecked lapis lauzuli, polished into flawless starry landscapes, and dusky labradorites that illuminate the eventide collection with occasional bursts of opalescence. Collecting upon the chain like twilit dewdrops, larger beads of lavender glass are spread throughout; within each of them an ethereal violet aurora shifts languidly, like a window into another realm. The strands culminate in an ornamentally-etched white copper censer, which suffuses the air with an almost incandescent lavender smoke, perfuming the air with an intoxicating fragrance. With each inhalation, a distant swell of entrancing music brushes the senses, causing the heart to race.
You have emoted: Tremula's eyes close as the beads emit a flash of light, blinking them open a few moments later and taking in their new form as her mouth opens in a soft circle.
[/spoiler]
Ixion tells you, "// I don't think anyone else had a clue, amazing form."
It's too bad about the typo though.
[spoiler]
Bug #11495 Resolution: A myriad is singular and the main noun of the sentence, as such "has been" is correct.
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-------[Tremula on 1/17/2015 @ 01:50 typos]------
Drocillan Prayer Beads: They're beautiful, but the first line has a small typo that says, "A myriad of miniscule beads has been threaded..." and should be "A myriad of miniscule beads have been threaded..."
[/spoiler]
Ixion tells you, "// I don't think anyone else had a clue, amazing form."
Much fun was had.
Ixion tells you, "// I don't think anyone else had a clue, amazing form."
Unraves for having to decide what the hell I'm going to do for Ascension.
NARF!
-Enjoyable
-Entertaining
-Nerve-wracking
-Heart attack inducing
-Frustrating
-Exhilarating
-Chaotic
Lots of raving for everyone involved in the fight for the Chaos Hamster!
Estarra the Eternal says, "Give Shevat the floor please."
Currently Playing in: The doctors office. One more needle and I might just lose it again.