A translucent ghost wails in confusion and fright, leaping into your hands and covering your body with a layer of cold frost that soon fades.
A translucent ghost tells you, "Gracious! That was almost as scary as when the illustrous and beautiful Divine, known to most of those who dwell within the First World, specifically the portions known as the Basin, as Lord Eventru, Crown of the Exalted, appeared before me amidst incandescent ribbons of celestial light and I looked upon Him and saw not but many and much of Him in so many manners and magnificent facets that I am unable to even now fully comprehend the gloriousness of all His many sublime qualities and am well and truly blessed to have died at the mere sight of the entirety of His effulgent and awe-inspiring personage."
Everiine is a man, and is very manly. This MAN before you is so manly you might as well just gender bend right now, cause he's the manliest man that you ever did see. His manly shape has spurned many women and girlyer men to boughs of fainting. He stands before you in a manly manerific typical man-like outfit which is covered in his manly motto: "I am a man!"
Daraius said: You gotta risk it for the biscuit.
Pony power all the way, yo. The more Brontaurs the better.
@Breandryn I love that you left off the rest of the tells xD making me look so #sassy ;p
(Glomdoring): Viravain says, "Edith."
(Glomdoring): Viravain says, "Learning begins with the self. I charge you to preach My name." Raucous corvine laughter sounds out from the canopies of the surrounding forest, echoing eerily through the Wyrden Wood. *baptized*
(Ad-Hoc): @Zitto (from the Prime Material Plane) says, ""Jeeze, @Portius, I don't know, like, I'm really not sure we should be torturing the fae." "Buuuuurp. It's...it's fine Maligorn, it's like, it's, they're not even people Mali, they're like, they don't even feel pain.""
You slip into a horrifying scarecrow costume. Your skin begins to itch as you slip into a horrifying scarecrow costume, the straw scratching at your skin. You cough as you feel your insides begin to churn and as you examine yourself, you notice your flesh has become soft to the touch. You wrench your jaw open to scream but are met with only silence and you tilt your head as you stare blankly into the distance.
GNEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEH
Crumkane, Lord of Epicurean Delights says, "WAS IT INDEED ON FIRE, ERITHEYL."
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With a deep reverb, Contemptible Sutekh says, "CEASE YOUR INFERNAL ENERGY, ERITHEYL."
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.
Eyebrows rising, Seer Pachima Mologmomo says, "Oh my, the cloud is shaped like a... oh, right! I think Mother Night does not smile upon fools, are you a fool? The cloud suggests so."
-------------------------------and as Shaddus--------------------
Gazing into the crystal ball, Seer Pachima Mologmomo says, "Yesss, yes! I can see... I can see..." Seer Pachima Mologmomo peers into the crystal ball intently, hands moving in enigmatic gestures about its surface.
The image within the crystal ball shifts, swirls of energy churning eagerly.
The image within the crystal ball shifts, golden light filling it with swirls that mingle with the silvery essence trapped within.
Smiling, Seer Pachima Mologmomo says, "Oh my! That's a good portent."
The library is illuminated with a warm glow of the crystal ball as an image forms for Seer Pachima Mologmomo to decipher.
Chuckling, Seer Pachima Mologmomo exclaims, "My my! Aren't you lucky, it would appear that there are children in your future. Yours? Who can tell. Nice!"
With a gentle caress Seer Pachima Mologmomo dispells the warm glow filling the crystal ball, readying it for the next client.
NOOOOOOOOOOOOO
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.
Barker Kistan says, "I just want to hug you for all the work you saved me."
You tilt your head curiously at Kistan.
Barker Kistan whispers to you, "Listen to this...."
You have emoted: Breandryn's ears twitch as her head tilts, listening in interest.
Barker Kistan says, "Library, stage shows, we have it all, come to Gaudiguch, gateway to those that lead to Avechna's peak."
Barker Kistan says, "I heard you say something like that for Serenwilde."
Barker Kistan says, "Must be five years ago now."
Happily, you say to Kistan, "That's a nice one. I have lots of stories I say to get the bards to follow me."
Barker Kistan says, "I spoke to them all separately and did not realise I could scoop them all."
Pensively, you say, "I need to think up some new ones for Gaudiguch..." Her gaze goes a bit distant, eyes half-focusing on something just beyond the flame. "Maybe something about fire...Do you think they'd like if I told them about fire?"
You have emoted: Breandryn blinks, clarifying, "...Not THEM on fire. I don't think they'd follow, hearing that."
Barker Kistan says, "Tell them it is the home of Hezbit and the pleasure palace. Specify they are separate things."
With a flourish, Hezbit draws a black iron-hilted katana from a scabbard of the Crimson Eye.
Barker Kistan says, "I said separate!"
Whelp Hezbit says, "You will end up at the end of my sword."
Whelp Hezbit says, "The very business end of it."
Kistan turns translucent and then vanishes, leaving behind a cloud of sparkling motes of light.
With a flourish, Hezbit slips a black iron-hilted katana into a scabbard of the Crimson Eye.
"Ripples in the air shimmer as reality shifts about you. The sound of the crashing waves momentarily loses it's rhythm as you get a strange sense of deja vu."
Never seen that happen before... nothing seemed to happen afterwards either, so no idea if it was a divine trying to get my attention or simply an ambient for the area (the latter seems unlikely though...)
Never put passion before principle. Even if you win, you lose.
If olive oil comes from olives, where does baby oil come from?
If vegetarians eat vegetables, what do humanitarians eat?
"Ripples in the air shimmer as reality shifts about you. The sound of the crashing waves momentarily loses it's rhythm as you get a strange sense of deja vu."
Never seen that happen before... nothing seemed to happen afterwards either, so no idea if it was a divine trying to get my attention or simply an ambient for the area (the latter seems unlikely though...)
Had that one too, it startled me too, I kept peeking around the area for quite a while, nothing else happened though, assumed to be an ambient.
Actually, whenever I've seen that message, the mob in question actually did drop the essence specified. Make sure that's not the case before typo-ing it and BUG if so!
(Magnagora): Thax says, "My truest favour to the soldier that brings me the weave of Neos."
Actually, whenever I've seen that message, the mob in question actually did drop the essence specified. Make sure that's not the case before typo-ing it and BUG if so!
Seems more in response to aeldra and kagato, buy yes the essence thing seems to be buggy (or is it a feature? )
Avurekhos says, "Dylara's a PvP menace in my eyes, totes rekting face."
The eye of Dylara materialises in your hands and flings itself around your neck, tightening incomprehensibly until it is irremovable. Perfectly clean, this eyeball has been wrenched from the socket of Dylara. It has been animated by some unusual force, constantly looking around itself as if in shock or fear. It is bathed in a light covering of white flames that roll endlessly over its surface. A single chain of empyreal metal pierces either side of the eye, allowing it to be worn around the neck.
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Competition between servants must be more fierce than I thought.
Tonight amidst the mountaintops
And endless starless night
Singing how the wind was lost
Before an earthly flight
Raucous corvine laughter sounds out from the canopies of the surrounding forest, echoing eerily through the Wyrden Wood.
*baptized*
Zitto's return is already paying dividends.
The divine voice of Avechna, the Avenger reverberates powerfully, "Congratulations, Morkarion, you are the Bringer of Death indeed."
You see Estarra the Eternal shout, "Morkarion is no more! Mourn the mortal! But welcome True Ascendant Karlach, of the Realm of Death!
Dynodeons are cool.
Your skin begins to itch as you slip into a horrifying scarecrow costume, the straw scratching at
your skin. You cough as you feel your insides begin to churn and as you examine yourself, you notice
your flesh has become soft to the touch. You wrench your jaw open to scream but are met with only
silence and you tilt your head as you stare blankly into the distance.
GNEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEH
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think Mother Night does not smile upon fools, are you a fool? The cloud suggests so."
-------------------------------and as Shaddus--------------------
Gazing into the crystal ball, Seer Pachima Mologmomo says, "Yesss, yes! I can see... I can see..."
Seer Pachima Mologmomo peers into the crystal ball intently, hands moving in enigmatic gestures
about its surface.
The image within the crystal ball shifts, swirls of energy churning eagerly.
The image within the crystal ball shifts, golden light filling it with swirls that mingle with the
silvery essence trapped within.
Smiling, Seer Pachima Mologmomo says, "Oh my! That's a good portent."
The library is illuminated with a warm glow of the crystal ball as an image forms for Seer Pachima
Mologmomo to decipher.
Chuckling, Seer Pachima Mologmomo exclaims, "My my! Aren't you lucky, it would appear that there are
children in your future. Yours? Who can tell. Nice!"
With a gentle caress Seer Pachima Mologmomo dispells the warm glow filling the crystal ball,
readying it for the next client.
NOOOOOOOOOOOOO
(Ad-Hoc): You say, "A MD stomping their own toad? What is this madness?"
(Ad-Hoc): Shedrin says, "Cuz celest can't stomp anything."
Shedrin is so savage.
(Ad-Hoc): Luce says, "You know in Sonic, when you beat a robot and get to hit the button
Barker Kistan says, "I said separate!"
With a flourish, Hezbit slips a black iron-hilted katana into a scabbard of the Crimson Eye.
Never seen that happen before... nothing seemed to happen afterwards either, so no idea if it was a divine trying to get my attention or simply an ambient for the area (the latter seems unlikely though...)
If olive oil comes from olives, where does baby oil come from?
If vegetarians eat vegetables, what do humanitarians eat?
Something seems a little... wrong.
The eye of Dylara materialises in your hands and flings itself around your neck, tightening incomprehensibly until it is irremovable.
Perfectly clean, this eyeball has been wrenched from the socket of Dylara. It has been animated by some unusual force, constantly looking around itself as if in shock or fear. It is bathed in a light covering of white flames that roll endlessly over its surface. A single chain of empyreal metal pierces either side of the eye, allowing it to be worn around the neck.