(Magnagora): Selna (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "Now THAT was fun." (Magnagora): Ellowyn (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "What was?" (Magnagora): Selna (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "Dropping a flaming planet on Yarith."
*looks at the deathsight*
Yarith has been poisoned by Connoisseur of Screams, Selna d'Murani, the Bloodstained Amaranth.
5994h|100%, 6930m|100%, 8662e|100e%, 10p|100, 95w%, 100e%, 1exbk- [Stanza: 8] <72.16m> p sphere A massive globe of solid emerald, this sphere is easily larger than even the tallest of igasho. Perfectly smooth and fairly translucent, the sphere's surface shines in its own luminescence. The core of the giant emerald is an almost incandescently bright sphere of green, its radiant streaks of light shining in a pattern resembling a three-dimensional, many-pronged star. As each ray of energy breaks the surface it shines through, glistening in the air as fuzzy motes of diffused light manifest and draft lazily about it. The base of the sphere rests upon the finest of pyramid-point fulcrums, its base cut flat upon a luxurious dais of fine cute emerald as it melds back into the rigid, crystalline ground of its surroundings. Occasional waves of energy ripple up from the point of contact with the fulcrum, meeting at the exact opposite end of the vertical axis.
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.
> FAMILY TREE D'DENTE **********************[ THE BLOOD HOUSE OF D'CENTE ]*********************** ...snip... The First Generation: ...snip... (A) Shaddus D'Cente <b: Mes'ard> <m: Elodres> <p: Ixchilgal+Munsia> ...snip... The Second Generation: ..snip... (I) Shaddus D'Cente <b: Mes'ard> <m: Elodres> <p: Ixchilgal+Munsia> <d: Kanika>
> FAMILY RELATION SHADDUS Shaddus bears no relationship to you, but does happen to be his own father.
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.
Due to marriages, Shaddus' ex wife is now his cousin.
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.
Yurika has fallen to the deadly poisons of Grizzly Munsia D'Cente, The Sharp Fanged. Ixaxius has been poisoned by Grizzly Munsia D'Cente, The Sharp Fanged. Kaimanahi has been poisoned by Grizzly Munsia D'Cente, The Sharp Fanged. Maligorn has been crushed to death by Grizzly Munsia D'Cente, The Sharp Fanged.
Followed shortly by...
Elanorwen has fallen to the deadly poisons of Grizzly Munsia D'Cente, The Sharp Fanged.
The butthurt from that lone flagging makes my popcorn so much saltier.
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.
::shrug:: I got ``flagged'' in ``Player Secrets'' for expressing genuine and admiration of jealousy for another player. I don't think ``off-topic'' or ``abuse'' is relevant.
A snappy alligator hatchling hops upon his hind legs, the other quickly joining him, and they interlock their front appendages and begin a jaunty cancan.
EDIT: ...
A snappy alligator hatchling begins to gnaw upon the vest that suddenly covers his tiny frame.
A snappy alligator hatchling thrashes about at an attempt to remove the vest.
A snappy alligator hatchling gives up as he settles upon his fate as an in-vest-igator.
Centre of the Necropolis. Filling the room with its presence, an ebony chest adorned with taint wyrms has been placed on the ground with its top lifted up. Rising up from cracks in the floor, the Megalith of Doom towers above everything here, polluting the air with its foul fumes. The Keeper of the Megalith stands here radiating a tainted presence. A wight sits here, a tea tray balanced precariously in one taloned hand. A wight stands here in a dapper vest and tie, ready to serve. A bespectacled wight stands here, a towelette draped over his presented forearm. A frumpy, overweight wight stands here with a teapot clenched in her hands. A grotesque ghast squats here, dragging its taloned hands on the ground. A dwarf wight stands here, a tea cozy on his strangely flat head. There are 2 gibbering ghouls here. With a box of fine teas grasped in his hands, an elderly wight stands at the ready. There are 30 illithoid reavers here. His hands clutching a harp, this wight provides sharp, discordant chamber music to those nearby. His hands clutching a viola, this wight provides sharp, discordant chamber music to those nearby. Her hands clutching a lute, this wight provides sharp, discordant chamber music to those nearby. His hands clutching a mandolin, this wight provides sharp, discordant chamber music to those nearby. Forced to walk on all fours by his hunched back, a wight nearby provides an impromptu seat. His limbs bound together, fronds have been attached to this wight's head, effectively turning him into a potted plant. A wight holds his hands out with a glazed expression on his face, ready to take the outerwear of those present. A notepad in hand, this wight eagerly awaits instruction. There are 30 wights here. Swirling eddies of chaotic ether dance around a marble shrine to Morgfyre that holds a crystal model of the planispheres. There are 3 wights here. The shrouded form of a wight floats ominously in the air here. In the shape of an open palm, a metallic sigil lies here. The shrouded form of a wight floats ominously in the air here. A hunting trophy bearing Neos's head is proudly exhibited on a nearby wall. A hunting trophy bearing Ciaran's head is proudly exhibited on a nearby wall. A hunting trophy bearing Ryboi's head is proudly exhibited on a nearby wall. A hunting trophy bearing Ciaran's head is proudly exhibited on a nearby wall. A hunting trophy bearing Lorah's head is proudly exhibited on a nearby wall. A hunting trophy bearing Elanorwen's head is proudly exhibited on a nearby wall. A hunting trophy bearing Enadonella's head is proudly exhibited on a nearby wall. There are 12 plague lords here. Sitting on its haunches, a bloodhound rests here. A hunting trophy bearing Yurika's head is proudly exhibited on a nearby wall. A hunting trophy bearing Romaan's head is proudly exhibited on a nearby wall. A hunting trophy bearing Jaamil's head is proudly exhibited on a nearby wall. A hunting trophy bearing Azula's head is proudly exhibited on a nearby wall. A hunting trophy bearing Kalliste's head is proudly exhibited on a nearby wall. A hunting trophy bearing Neos's head is proudly exhibited on a nearby wall. A hunting trophy bearing Tridemon's head is proudly exhibited on a nearby wall. A hunting trophy bearing Raeri's head is proudly exhibited on a nearby wall. A hunting trophy bearing Kierstin's head is proudly exhibited on a nearby wall. A hunting trophy bearing Rheatsis's head is proudly exhibited on a nearby wall. A hunting trophy bearing Arien's head is proudly exhibited on a nearby wall. A hunting trophy bearing Xedrik's head is proudly exhibited on a nearby wall. A hunting trophy bearing Taevyn's head is proudly exhibited on a nearby wall. A hunting trophy bearing Kaimanahi's head is proudly exhibited on a nearby wall. A hunting trophy bearing Glevich's head is proudly exhibited on a nearby wall. A hunting trophy bearing Avurekhos's head is proudly exhibited on a nearby wall. A snappy alligator hatchling idles about waving his sinuous tail lazily. Smoke curling from her nostrils, a pure black nightmare paws impatiently at the jet black clouds roiling beneath her hooves. A hamster peers about from behind the bars of his cage-wheel. A frisky puppy sits on her haunches, her little tail wagging against the ground. Crying out the latest news, Rasshid d'Sifal strolls purposefully through the streets. Kaina is here, her tail twitching in agitation. She wields a scythe-bladed chain of platinum links with both hands. Warlord Silvanus d'Murani, the Kestrel Lord is here. He wields a bloody symbol of pain in his left hand and a kestrel-emblazoned mandolin of the d'Murani in his right. Elodres D'Cente, Fist of Luciphage stands here with the wind whipping furiously at his form. He wields a charred symbol of wrath in his left hand.
A snappy alligator hatchling hops upon his hind legs, the other quickly joining him, and they interlock their front appendages and begin a jaunty cancan.
EDIT: ...
A snappy alligator hatchling begins to gnaw upon the vest that suddenly covers his tiny frame.
A snappy alligator hatchling thrashes about at an attempt to remove the vest.
A snappy alligator hatchling gives up as he settles upon his fate as an in-vest-igator.
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!"
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!"
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.
This is what I like to see, the young in Magnagora doing their civic duty and feeding Lavinya's ego:
Maker of Mountains, Dinae De'Unnero, Diviner of Dusty Doom says, "How are you, most beauteous Aois-Dana?"
Your eyes twinkle enchantingly at Dinae.
You say, "Quite well thank you, and yourself?"
Maker of Mountains, Dinae De'Unnero, Diviner of Dusty Doom says, "Weary but cheerful."
You say, "Not so weary as to have trouble with your vision, obviously."
You reach gingerly for your cascading, fiery red curls with one hand and, careful to scarcely touch it, ensure that everything is flawlessly coiffed to your satisfaction.
Dinae plucks his fake eye from his socket, huffing his breath on it and buffing it against his robes before tucking it back in again.
Maker of Mountains, Dinae De'Unnero, Diviner of Dusty Doom says, "A blind beggar with a cold and half a brain could not miss your perfection."
Your eyes sparkle with amusement.
You say, "It is a pity my daughters are unavailable, I quite like having you around."
Maker of Mountains, Dinae De'Unnero, Diviner of Dusty Doom says, "Surely when the Allmother Dynara spoke the word for Beauty in Ae, it was "Lavinya"."
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(Magnagora): Ellowyn (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "What was?"
(Magnagora): Selna (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "Dropping a flaming planet on Yarith."
*looks at the deathsight*
Yarith has been poisoned by Connoisseur of Screams, Selna d'Murani, the Bloodstained Amaranth.
"poisoned"
She had to use symbol strike afterwards.
The fight was actually super fun, though.
I've never been in that situation and I think I learned quite a lot from it.
EDIT: She actually got to drop two planets on meeee
== Professional Girl Gamer ==
Yes I play games
Yes I'm a girl
get over it
A massive globe of solid emerald, this sphere is easily larger than even the tallest of igasho. Perfectly smooth and fairly translucent, the sphere's surface shines in its own luminescence. The core of the giant emerald is an almost incandescently bright sphere of green, its radiant streaks of light shining in a pattern resembling a three-dimensional, many-pronged star. As each ray of energy breaks the surface it shines through, glistening in the air as fuzzy motes of diffused light manifest and draft lazily about it. The base of the sphere rests upon the finest of pyramid-point fulcrums, its base cut flat upon a luxurious dais of fine cute emerald as it melds back into the rigid, crystalline ground of its surroundings. Occasional waves of energy ripple up from the point of contact with the fulcrum, meeting at the exact opposite end of the vertical axis.
**********************[ THE BLOOD HOUSE OF D'CENTE ]***********************
...snip...
The First Generation:
...snip...
(A) Shaddus D'Cente <b: Mes'ard> <m: Elodres> <p: Ixchilgal+Munsia>
...snip...
The Second Generation:
..snip...
(I) Shaddus D'Cente <b: Mes'ard> <m: Elodres> <p: Ixchilgal+Munsia> <d: Kanika>
> FAMILY RELATION SHADDUS
Shaddus bears no relationship to you, but does happen to be his own father.
Ixaxius has been poisoned by Grizzly Munsia D'Cente, The Sharp Fanged.
Kaimanahi has been poisoned by Grizzly Munsia D'Cente, The Sharp Fanged.
Maligorn has been crushed to death by Grizzly Munsia D'Cente, The Sharp Fanged.
Followed shortly by...
Elanorwen has fallen to the deadly poisons of Grizzly Munsia D'Cente, The Sharp Fanged.
Pentakill!
The Inner Sea. I take commissions doe.
Back to quotes. Third person line for thrones is really awesome.
Tremula sits down regally upon a black jade throne of stalking scorpions, her eyes glowing with supreme confidence.
Ixion tells you, "// I don't think anyone else had a clue, amazing form."
The Inner Sea. I take commissions doe.
I got ``flagged'' in ``Player Secrets'' for expressing genuine and admiration of jealousy for another player. I don't think ``off-topic'' or ``abuse'' is relevant.
EDIT: ...
A snappy alligator hatchling begins to gnaw upon the vest that suddenly covers his tiny frame.
A snappy alligator hatchling thrashes about at an attempt to remove the vest.
A snappy alligator hatchling gives up as he settles upon his fate as an in-vest-igator.
Centre of the Necropolis.
Filling the room with its presence, an ebony chest adorned with taint wyrms has been placed on the ground with its top lifted up. Rising up from cracks in the floor, the Megalith of Doom towers above everything here, polluting the air with its foul fumes. The Keeper of the Megalith stands here radiating a tainted presence. A wight sits here, a tea tray balanced precariously in one taloned hand. A wight stands here in a dapper vest and tie, ready to serve. A bespectacled wight stands here, a towelette draped over his presented forearm. A frumpy, overweight wight stands here with a teapot clenched in her hands. A grotesque ghast squats here, dragging its taloned hands on the ground. A dwarf wight stands here, a tea cozy on his strangely flat head. There are 2 gibbering ghouls here. With a box of fine teas grasped in his hands, an elderly wight stands at the ready. There are 30 illithoid reavers here. His hands clutching a harp, this wight provides sharp, discordant chamber music to those nearby. His hands clutching a viola, this wight provides sharp, discordant chamber music to those nearby. Her hands clutching a lute, this wight provides sharp, discordant chamber music to those nearby. His hands clutching a mandolin, this wight provides sharp, discordant chamber music to those nearby. Forced to walk on all fours by his hunched back, a wight nearby provides an impromptu seat. His limbs bound together, fronds have been attached to this wight's head, effectively turning him into a potted plant. A wight holds his hands out with a glazed expression on his face, ready to take the outerwear of those present. A notepad in hand, this wight eagerly awaits instruction. There are 30 wights here. Swirling eddies of chaotic ether dance around a marble shrine to Morgfyre that holds a crystal model of the planispheres. There are 3 wights here. The shrouded form of a wight floats ominously in the air here. In the shape of an open palm, a metallic sigil lies here. The shrouded form of a wight floats ominously in the air here. A hunting trophy bearing Neos's head is proudly exhibited on a nearby wall. A hunting trophy bearing Ciaran's head is proudly exhibited on a nearby wall. A hunting trophy bearing Ryboi's head is proudly exhibited on a nearby wall. A hunting trophy bearing Ciaran's head is proudly exhibited on a nearby wall. A hunting trophy bearing Lorah's head is proudly exhibited on a nearby wall. A hunting trophy bearing Elanorwen's head is proudly exhibited on a nearby wall. A hunting trophy bearing Enadonella's head is proudly exhibited on a nearby wall. There are 12 plague lords here. Sitting on its haunches, a bloodhound rests here. A hunting trophy bearing Yurika's head is proudly exhibited on a nearby wall. A hunting trophy bearing Romaan's head is proudly exhibited on a nearby wall. A hunting trophy bearing Jaamil's head is proudly exhibited on a nearby wall. A hunting trophy bearing Azula's head is proudly exhibited on a nearby wall. A hunting trophy bearing Kalliste's head is proudly exhibited on a nearby wall. A hunting trophy bearing Neos's head is proudly exhibited on a nearby wall. A hunting trophy bearing Tridemon's head is proudly exhibited on a nearby wall. A hunting trophy bearing Raeri's head is proudly exhibited on a nearby wall. A hunting trophy bearing Kierstin's head is proudly exhibited on a nearby wall. A hunting trophy bearing Rheatsis's head is proudly exhibited on a nearby wall. A hunting trophy bearing Arien's head is proudly exhibited on a nearby wall. A hunting trophy bearing Xedrik's head is proudly exhibited on a nearby wall. A hunting trophy bearing Taevyn's head is proudly exhibited on a nearby wall. A hunting trophy bearing Kaimanahi's head is proudly exhibited on a nearby wall. A hunting trophy bearing Glevich's head is proudly exhibited on a nearby wall. A hunting trophy bearing Avurekhos's head is proudly exhibited on a nearby wall. A snappy alligator hatchling idles about waving his sinuous tail lazily. Smoke curling from her nostrils, a pure black nightmare paws impatiently at the jet black clouds roiling beneath her hooves. A hamster peers about from behind the bars of his cage-wheel. A frisky puppy sits on her haunches, her little tail wagging against the ground. Crying out the latest news, Rasshid d'Sifal strolls purposefully through the streets. Kaina is here, her tail twitching in agitation. She wields a scythe-bladed chain of platinum links with both hands. Warlord Silvanus d'Murani, the Kestrel Lord is here. He wields a bloody symbol of pain in his left hand and a kestrel-emblazoned mandolin of the d'Murani in his right. Elodres D'Cente, Fist of Luciphage stands here with the wind whipping furiously at his form. He wields a charred symbol of wrath in his left hand.
They all reset before I could finish. ::::(
Ixion tells you, "// I don't think anyone else had a clue, amazing form."
I love you admins so much.
The Inner Sea. I take commissions doe.
Eritheyl challenges your torso.
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(and log it on pastebin)
Maker of Mountains, Dinae De'Unnero, Diviner of Dusty Doom says, "How are you, most beauteous Aois-Dana?"
Your eyes twinkle enchantingly at Dinae.
You say, "Quite well thank you, and yourself?"
Maker of Mountains, Dinae De'Unnero, Diviner of Dusty Doom says, "Weary but cheerful."
You say, "Not so weary as to have trouble with your vision, obviously."
You reach gingerly for your cascading, fiery red curls with one hand and, careful to scarcely touch it, ensure that everything is flawlessly coiffed to your satisfaction.
Dinae plucks his fake eye from his socket, huffing his breath on it and buffing it against his robes before tucking it back in again.
Maker of Mountains, Dinae De'Unnero, Diviner of Dusty Doom says, "A blind beggar with a cold and half a brain could not miss your perfection."
Your eyes sparkle with amusement.
You say, "It is a pity my daughters are unavailable, I quite like having you around."
Maker of Mountains, Dinae De'Unnero, Diviner of Dusty Doom says, "Surely when the Allmother Dynara spoke the word for Beauty in Ae, it was "Lavinya"."