(Clan): Lavinya (from the Realm of the Legion) says, "Maybe I will snoop around Hallifax for some nice young gentlemen to corrupt."
I hear that Subotai guy is looking to be corrupted.
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.
You tell Merry Monger Subotai Ysav'rai, Avatar of Pleasure, "You can buy a wife now?"
A smoke-formed egregore with white-feathered wings's eyes go black, swimming with oily shadows. Cold pinpricks of light sparkle within her eyes as she stares forwards, unseeing.
Subotai tells you, "I'm not looking to pay much, I'm poor."
(Clan): Luce says, "As opposed to the central question in Gaudiguch, which is how they managed to build anything while that high."
Ah, you children just never really been around many construction workers pre the 'don't drink while working years'...once upon a time it used to be hard to find blue-collar workers not drinking on the job...(gather round childrens for story time)....you know when you watch Mad Men and they talk about a two-martini lunch? Once upon a time most people drank and smoked at work.
The apple is cold, crisp, and sour as the juices fill your mouth. As you consume the fruit, you glimpse, for a moment, a massive, shadowy figure, Her snow-white hair framing a perfect, icy-eyed visage. Beneath you, a vast, perfect web of silken strands lies - and, for a moment, you realize that you too are part of it, weaver and strand both - and home.
A series of bacon strips flutter into reality, and then as quick as they came simply vanish before your eyes while leaving behind a crispy mouth-watering aroma.
Countess Ellowyn d'Murani, Talon of the Kestrel says, "What the hell."
The wisps of condensation in the sky spread slightly as a few light clouds develop.
Countess Ellowyn d'Murani, Talon of the Kestrel says to you, "Did you see that?"
Countess Ellowyn d'Murani, Talon of the Kestrel says, "Was that you?"
In the middle of a Progression of Blood (advancing to Brother/Priest from Penitent). Roughly around 7 nihilists there, Esca is doing his RP thing and making Jukka caress some cracked bells of the Duke, and then in the middle of it, is this:
With a loud yet playful whistle, a mechanical dirigible comes puttering in on currents of air, its metallic claw grasping iridescent butterfly panties, which it quickly deposits in Laetitia's hands.
10) 2015/06/24 02:39:34 - Saleo: "It is my feeling that all citizens, from the highest peerage of
the Assembly, to the lowest of the servant caste, should have free access to this vital and
essential nutrient of our Collective livelyhood. So I have stocked the desk in the post office with
fifty sheets of stationery for any and all to use."
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Oh no you didn't just undercut my business. There's one paper baron in this town and he has sharp teeth.
But don't you only give a discount? Free is a much better price. You are going to have to step up your game, Daraius. Flashy displays of origami and dramatic flinging of paper.
So, tonight at this really cool event, @Lisaera and I were totally sharing brains on emotes. And finally, I had to make a teasy comment. This was the result.
(Clan): You say, "Lisaera, jinx, you owe me a soda."
Blinking rapidly, Elthadean Lunseer says, "The fire is truth. There is something hidden beyond this treeline."
Niina flutters her eyelashes charmingly.
Avurekhos nods his head affirmatively.
(Clan): Eldarius says, "Lol."
A fierce timberwolf tilts back his head in a low, resonant howl.
(Clan): Eldarius says, "I'm so in the wrong Order."
A shimmering liquid appears in your inventory smelling sweetly of something carbonated. It vanishes in a puff of silver smoke seconds later.
Edit: Spelling, because wow, I'm tired.
Her storm-coloured eyes a muted blue, Lisaera, the Silver Goddess says, "Only sorrow can come from a rotting thought, My child, just like roots that have been drowned. You are a paragon of the wisdom I would see spread throughout the Serenwilde, but even the strongest minds must find release." - A shimmering liquid appears in your inventory smelling sweetly of something carbonated. It vanishes in a puff of silver smoke seconds later. - I write things
So, tonight at this really cool event, @Lisaera and I were totally sharing brains on emotes. And finally, I had to make a teasy comment. This was the result.
(Clan): You say, "Lisaera, jinx, you owe me a soda."
Blinking rapidly, Elthadean Lunseer says, "The fire is truth. There is something hidden beyond this treeline."
Niina flutters her eyelashes charmingly.
Avurekhos nods his head affirmatively.
(Clan): Eldarius says, "Lol."
A fierce timberwolf tilts back his head in a low, resonant howl.
(Clan): Eldarius says, "I'm so in the wrong Order."
A shimmering liquid appears in your inventory smelling sweetly of something carbonated. It vanishes in a puff of silver smoke seconds later.
Edit: Spelling, because wow, I'm tired.
Stop making me like Lissy even more OOCly. I'm supposed to hate her and stuff! :::<
Laetitia is the ritual in cosmic that regenerates ego. If her name was Laeticia or something I wouldn't care, but not letter for letter named after a skill
Or maybe she derived the name from the Roman goddess. Or...you know. The actual name Laetitia.
Or maybe the skill was derived from the Roman goddess. Or the actual name Laetitia.
...So what? It's still a confusing name, because the skill came first.
"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."
"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."
The Cave of Justice. Banks of clouds roil about here. The Seal of Justice slowly spins in the air here, humming with latent power. A bouquet of icy, withered flowers lies upon the ground, a tiny note tucked within its shrivelled petals. You see exits leading up and out.
"seal81082" the Seal of Justice "bouquet209280" a bouquet of icy, withered flowers Number of objects: 2
read bouquet You read what is written on a bouquet of icy, withered flowers: Dearest Zvoltz,
It pains Me to see You locked away in this prison, yet Your heroism is commended. May You someday safely be freed from the ties that bind You.
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The Inner Sea. I take commissions doe.
I hear faeling are secretly like 600 pounds. The largest of them rival igasho and krokani
The Inner Sea. I take commissions doe.
your eyes while leaving behind a crispy mouth-watering aroma.
Countess Ellowyn d'Murani, Talon of the Kestrel says, "What the hell."
The wisps of condensation in the sky spread slightly as a few light clouds develop.
Countess Ellowyn d'Murani, Talon of the Kestrel says to you, "Did you see that?"
Countess Ellowyn d'Murani, Talon of the Kestrel says, "Was that you?"
You say, "The bacon?"
Ellowyn nods her head emphatically.
#paranoia
Estarra the Eternal says, "Give Shevat the floor please."
But don't you only give a discount? Free is a much better price. You are going to have to step up your game, Daraius. Flashy displays of origami and dramatic flinging of paper.
(Clan): You say, "Lisaera, jinx, you owe me a soda."
Blinking rapidly, Elthadean Lunseer says, "The fire is truth. There is something hidden beyond this
treeline."
Niina flutters her eyelashes charmingly.
Avurekhos nods his head affirmatively.
(Clan): Eldarius says, "Lol."
A fierce timberwolf tilts back his head in a low, resonant howl.
(Clan): Eldarius says, "I'm so in the wrong Order."
A shimmering liquid appears in your inventory smelling sweetly of something carbonated. It vanishes
in a puff of silver smoke seconds later.
Edit: Spelling, because wow, I'm tired.
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A shimmering liquid appears in your inventory smelling sweetly of something carbonated. It vanishes in a puff of silver smoke seconds later.
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I write things
Ixion tells you, "// I don't think anyone else had a clue, amazing form."
Also, I don't see anything wrong with the name. It's a real name, it's not offensive, and it has relevance to Lusternia itself.
The Inner Sea. I take commissions doe.
Estarra the Eternal says, "Give Shevat the floor please."
Replenish the self-confidence and ego through this ritual.
Sounds perfectly apt.
Banks of clouds roil about here. The Seal of Justice slowly spins in the air here, humming with
latent power. A bouquet of icy, withered flowers lies upon the ground, a tiny note tucked within its
shrivelled petals.
You see exits leading up and out.
"seal81082" the Seal of Justice
"bouquet209280" a bouquet of icy, withered flowers
Number of objects: 2
read bouquet
You read what is written on a bouquet of icy, withered flowers:
Dearest Zvoltz,
It pains Me to see You locked away in this prison, yet Your heroism is
commended. May You someday safely be freed from the ties that bind You.
Mysrai sends Their love,
-Manteekan
Naughty @Manteekan