QUOTES 8: THE QUOTING
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The broodpit of the cave-fisher queen.
A great orifice sits atop the scaly mound, covered in a hideous rash. Overseer Yishign stands here,
surveying the surroundings regally. The Llogath Imperiat floats here, its presence oppressive.
Waddling around aimlessly, a large duck-billed platypus cuts a majestic figure, bedecked in a
scintillating golden-brown pelage and stylish woven-reed saddle. There are 2 malformed eggs here.
You see exits leading northeast, east, southeast, southwest, west, northwest, and through a
reproductive orifice.
8106h[100%] 9612m[100%] 10448e[104%] <10p> 100%e 99%w exlrk(+125m, 1.3%) p orifice
Rising seamlessly from the spongy surface beneath, the enormous central mound dominates the pit.
Rivulets of clear liquid run down from the colossal, circular orifice which crowns the mound.
Touching the mound causes it to shift as the muscles around the orifice pull, closing it tighter. A
splotchy rash covers every inch of the orifice.
It is strangely weightless.
It has the following aliases: exit, portal.
8106h[100%] 9537m[99%] 10448e[104%] <10p> 100%e 100%w exlrk(-75m, 0.8%) ep
Pressing your hands together, you part the opening to a reproductive orifice and push your head into
the resulting cavity. Pressing your face unflinchingly into the enveloping warmth, you squirm until
you feel yourself fall unceremoniously to the ground on the other side, only partially covered in
mucus.
A majestic golden-brown platypus tells you, "Kelly has left to the orifice."
Near an enormous sphincter.
You see exits leading in and out.
8106h[100%] 9487m[98%] 10448e[104%] <10p> 99%e 100%w elrk(-50m, 0.5%)
Sensing a foreign incursion, the orifice begins to convulse, forcing you back into the nursery.
The broodpit of the cave-fisher queen.
A great orifice sits atop the scaly mound, covered in a hideous rash. Overseer Yishign stands here,
surveying the surroundings regally. The Llogath Imperiat floats here, its presence oppressive. There
are 2 malformed eggs here.
You see exits leading northeast, east, southeast, southwest, west, northwest, and through a
reproductive orifice.
8106h[100%] 9487m[98%] 10448e[104%] <10p> 99%e 100%w elrk
I. Am. Disturbed.
The huge fleshy structures which support the surrounding cavern arch together, meeting directly
above this central pit. Numerous pulsating slits emit intermittent squelches and burps, and when
pressure is applied near them they gush with a clear, lubricious liquid. The layers of congealed
mucus give every surface a glossy sheen.
Estarra the Eternal says, "Give Shevat the floor please."
finks and I train them into champions to defend me from the gnome blight."
Obviously I am a fink, not a fink.
Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it.
"bandolier220000" a fesix bandolier
"bandolier201264" a fesix bandolier
You are wearing:
"bandolier138036" a fesix bandolier
You are holding:
"dirigible201378" a mechanical dirigible
"dirigible155495" a mechanical dirigible
Signature!
You take a long draught of water, hoping to quench your thirst.
Your vision blurs and body quivers as you slam back a large mouthful of Jeremiah
Gryphta's Olde Tyme Healing Tonic, causing an overwhelming warmth to race through
your body through your chest, down through your stomach and legs then eventually out
through your toes. The experience leaves you feeling good - no, great! - as you sway
momentarily on the spot.
This hand crafted bottle of a deep, rust colour is a plain, unimpressive specimen of
mortal craftsmanship. A long, slightly bent neck emerges from a round, bulbous glass
body, pressed together into a narrow opening large enough for small doses of liquid
at a time. A faded label has been glued to the front of the bottle's exterior,
slightly out of line, with the words "Jeremiah Gryphta's Olde Tyme Healing Tonic"
written by hand in scrawling letters.
It weighs 8 ounce(s).
It bears the distinctive mark of Keeper of the Word, Neos Eli'Silar, Aquamantic
Egomaniac.
Water sloshes about in it.
It has the following aliases: tonic, bottle.
Well played Jeremiah, well played.
Signature!
(Newbie): Maligorn says, "Try GUILD RACES LIST."
(Newbie): Hassan says, "Client is recommending aslaran, dracanri, faeling, furrikin and mugwump...
the later sounds... just ... no."
(Newbie): Maligorn says, "Don't be too quick to knock off mugwumps. They're high-risk, high-reward
races with their very fast equilibrium speed."
(Newbie): Hassan says, "I do not have sufficient rank to do this."
(Newbie): Hassan says, "Mugwump sounds like the sound I make when I'm sitting on the can.
(Newbie): Xaldrin says, "I enjoyed that."
OK NAMES
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- names you might hear in real life (Roger, Sally, Megan)
- a dictionary word, if not silly or offensive (Cadenza, Ragwort)
(if Spindle, Skein, Bobbins or one of our immortals asks you to
change your name, then it is unacceptable: please change).
does this mean I could have been Cadenza Cadenza?
Despite Skye's attempts, nothing would save Xynthin, Wyrden Glory. Glomdoring was set against Him, fearing His madness and the destructive force He would channel into the world. In the modern times, the Glomdoring began to observe queer temporal creations - variations of Xenthos, split by few and great differences, began to manifest. Xenthos Shee-Slaugh, wyrden Spirit Warden, Xenthos Shee-Slaugh, Lord of the Tainted Forest, Professor Xenthos Ysav'rai, husband to Talan, ranked highly in the Institute. Warden of the Wildes, Xenthos Treeheart, husband to Celina Treeheart, High Priestess of the Moon. High Druid of the Raven Circle, Xenthos Ravenwing, husband to Sidd Ravenwing. The temporal anomalies piled upon and, soon, they became mad. Too many Xenthos from too many divergent time streams sped the process, and they descended into insanity, some violent, some strange, all dangerous.