Tweets VII: Tweet Child of Mine
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I miss you, Lusternia.
Tonight amidst the mountaintops
And endless starless night
Singing how the wind was lost
Before an earthly flight
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.
I was also definitely confused by it switching to best of 3 for finals. I would be up for doing a second best of three if the gods would honor the outcome. I'm at work for another 3 hours but if you're around want to try to get in contact with Estarra or someone and see if we can organize that?
2015/12/09 23:54:29 - Pejat drained 2000000 power to raise Davos as a Vernal Ascendant.
You use 80,000,000 of your divine essence. You gain BeauteousThought as a supernumerary power.
I appreciate the sentiment.
Ixion tells you, "// I don't think anyone else had a clue, amazing form."
2015/12/09 23:54:29 - Pejat drained 2000000 power to raise Davos as a Vernal Ascendant.
You use 80,000,000 of your divine essence. You gain BeauteousThought as a supernumerary power.
Nice one Davos.
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!
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.
Oooooooooops? Just let me stomp the toad ;-;
In the future, and this goes for everybody, please BUG untrapped errors you see; they do not automatically record themselves, and the only reason I knew this one happened is one of the Gods woke me up to fix it.
The anomalyphone is never off. It's like the Batphone, but more anomalous. And probably better in some mysterious quantity, I don't know.
Resembling little more than a fluffy cumulus cloud with miniature wings, this downy cygnet peers about drowsily, each tiny, gold-flecked eye barely visible within the tufts of silvery white that surround them. Yet to possess the grace of her elders, she tumbles left and right, the daintily webbed feet that hold her aloft still far from stable, wobbly with infancy. Streaks of sidereal blue trace each burgeoning feather, as brilliant as slivers of sky glimpsed between slow-shifting clouds.
Waddling unstably on webbed feet, a fluffy swan toddles here.
*flail* So stinkin' cuuuuuute.
Swannnnnnnnnn.
Stout of body, yet still unbelievably tiny, this little swan totters about energetically from one thing to the next, his bright blue eyes barely visible from within the tufts of grey-blue down that surround them. Undeveloped wings tucked tightly at his sides, he attempts to manoeuvre on wobbly feet, falling now and then only to hop up just as quickly. Though far from ugly, he is a humble looking creature, the arch in his neck and sweep of his dark bill the only indicators of the handsome swan he will become. He is called 'Lohengrin.'
Peeping loudly at everything that passes, a chubby little swan struts here.
Tottling off to the in, a chubby little swan struts away.
I'm a consent-based roleplayer! Kindly ask first, and I will return the favour. Open to developing tinyplots.
Atlantis is my client of choice! (Guide)
To be continued...
Nope! There's a new quest in Clarramore Gardens!
Tonight amidst the mountaintops
And endless starless night
Singing how the wind was lost
Before an earthly flight
Discord: Rey#1460
Free spins have been giving higher yields of aethergoop. Curse your RNG.
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.
- Log back in
- Look around Mag and populace.
- Check news post an recent happenings
- Receive information of unsurprising massive drama caused by the usual common indiviuals in lusternia
- Learn of several upsets
- Begin to recall why I decided to step back from the toxicity
- Look at League of Legends.
- Close mudlet. Play a game of Blood Moon.
A good day
Lovely to see how much they add to the community