Lack of Raves V: Stark Ravin' Glad
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Estarra the Eternal says, "Give Shevat the floor please."
Estarra the Eternal says, "Give Shevat the floor please."
#happydance
The scent of freshly baked bread fills the area, followed by the oddly disconcerting smell of roasted meat.
Ixion tells you, "// I don't think anyone else had a clue, amazing form."
Behold, I have a protege! Woo Daishian!
1 = What you see: "Swirling your hands in circles as if mixing the aethers around you, your hunger
builds until it manifests as lightning. Envisioning $=(target$), you flick your fingers imperiously
at $=(lhim$)."
3 = What people in your room see: "$+(caster$) swirls $=(his$) hands together as if mixing
something invisible before pulling them apart, flicking his fingers dismissively at someone in the
distance."
1t = What your target sees: "The smell of freshly baked bread is the only warning you receive
before lightning strikes your gut, leaving you both confused and a bit hungry."
3t = What people in your target's room see: "$+(target) sniffs hungrily at the air before a bolt
of lightning courses down, striking $=(lhim) in the gut."
Area = What everyone in the same area sees: "The scent of freshly baked bread fills the area,
followed by the oddly disconcerting smell of roasted meat."
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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
Estarra the Eternal says, "Give Shevat the floor please."
@Kalliste - Great job coming back and excellent showing in the final!
@Taevyn, @Saoirse, @Lorina, @Talan - great matches from all of you!
Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it.
Vive l'apostrophe!
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