We were sharing one, and some I liked, but this one made me sad really.
Kneeling, you brush your fingers gently about a curiously grey flower. Delicate blooms in the shape of bells hang drooping from its stem, the tips of their petals curling upwards, as if reaching for the sky. The soft heads are velvety beneath your fingertips; they remind you of a gentle lover's touch. Melancholy fills your chest at the thought, but as the feeling begins to cause you pain, the grey blossoms fill with vibrant colour. The bells become a peerless blue, the stems and leaves verdant. At once your heart lifts, sadness replaced with a deep and abiding ardour that shall never fade so long as bluebells grow.
And gee thanks.. Been toying with the idea of joining a Order again.. Then this. Going into my corner to pout now.
The sounds of thousands of hooves stepping recklessly over the forest floor rings through the area. You turn your attention to the heart of the wood, where hearty male voices ring out in joy and laughter. All around you, you see centaurs capering joyously around a ceremonial fire, their gaiety matched by hundreds of fully grown stags that leap and bound through the flames. One by one, men, women and children of all races join the festivities, their bodies becoming a tangle of spiritual bliss as they dance under the full moon. A rumbling laughter alerts you to the figure of a proud centaur God Who oversees the celebrations, His keen hunter's gaze protecting His people while they dance. As the vision shifts, the bonfire explodes with a wave of the God's hand, sending sparks of emerald light winging into the night sky, to the roaring cheers of the Serenwilde people.
Currently Playing in: The doctors office. One more needle and I might just lose it again.
Whichever one (or ones) of y'all gods or ephemerals did the thing with the drunks and Beloch and the wreaths is awesome. It's nice to have something for Solstice with no bonus, no material attachment, just flavour and nothing else. Thank you.
Thank you. This was the sort of thing I was hoping to see. Some small thing that all players could enjoy. A bit like the ascention tokens.
In a great booming voice, you praise the beauty of the Light to an aslaran tribesman, recounting how his soul may be saved by the Light and that New Celest is his last, great hope for salvation. An aslaran tribesman slaps his knee and declares that, by the gods, the Village of Shanthmark should follow the Holy Principality of New Celest after all! Shouts rise up from the Village of Shanthmark, as its denizens loudly pledge themselves to the Holy Principality of New Celest.
You examine a partial icy snowflake curio piece of the Icy Snowflake Curio Set carefully, before carefully touching it to a first crystal curio piece of the Icy Snowflake Curio Set. A brief flash of light reveals that the two pieces have joined together, finally completing an icy snowflake.
You examine a partial emerald cobra curio piece of the Emerald Cobra Curio Set carefully, before carefully touching it to a head curio piece of the Emerald Cobra Curio Set. A brief flash of light reveals that the two pieces have joined together, finally completing a whiplike emerald cobra.
The imp doll interacts with (what looks like) quite a lot of the older dolls. This makes me happyyyyyyyyy. Oh, and that it has been fixed! Thanks, faceless admin!
The imp doll interacts with (what looks like) quite a lot of the older dolls. This makes me happyyyyyyyyy. Oh, and that it has been fixed! Thanks, faceless admin!
Now if only I could get my ribbachi doll to work, weeeehhhh.
Revelation:
The plush doll looks velvety and soft, almost pleading for you to PAT its lush exterior.
You pat a plush ribbachi doll in a friendly manner.
A plush ribbachi doll squeaks and burbles oddly at you.
A plush ribbachi doll says, "Eeeee?"
A plush ribbachi doll rolls over, exposing its plush belly for scratchings.
Ok these urchins are awesome fun. They have taken over an estate, defaced an n'Kylbar banner and made it their own advertisement, and now call me 'Ouch-Dana'. So so so much fun, loving it!
You sing the praises of the heroic exploits of Hive Queen Akhari, recounting her many
incredible adventures. Hive Queen Akhari puffs up her chest and a crazy gleam enters her eyes as she vigorously agrees with you that her intelligence and strength far surpass anyone else's.
Your soul cries out in ecstasy as it reaches new heights of power. You have advanced to level 100.
You have reached the illustrious level of Demigod.
You have received 25 Bound Credits!
You feel your innermost energies growing to extreme proportions as a darkness takes over your senses. When your senses return, you find yourself in a different location and there is a strange feeling within you.
The Vault of Heaven.
Balancing a shimmering sky, a veil in the fabric of reality seethes with raw energy. The veil, though extremely thin, flickers and crackles, sending booming vibrations through the surroundings. Glancing through, the miniscule details of the Upper Haven become visible and almost picturesque. A continuous breeze filters from the veil, bringing the previously cold atmosphere to comfortable temperance. With outstretched arms, an enormous statue of Estarra stands here vigilantly.
You sing the praises of the heroic exploits of Hive Queen Akhari, recounting her many
incredible adventures. Hive Queen Akhari puffs up her chest and a crazy gleam enters her eyes as she vigorously agrees with you that her intelligence and strength far surpass anyone else's.
Your soul cries out in ecstasy as it reaches new heights of power. You have advanced to level 100.
You have reached the illustrious level of Demigod.
You have received 25 Bound Credits!
You feel your innermost energies growing to extreme proportions as a darkness takes over your senses. When your senses return, you find yourself in a different location and there is a strange feeling within you.
The Vault of Heaven.
Balancing a shimmering sky, a veil in the fabric of reality seethes with raw energy. The veil, though extremely thin, flickers and crackles, sending booming vibrations through the surroundings. Glancing through, the miniscule details of the Upper Haven become visible and almost picturesque. A continuous breeze filters from the veil, bringing the previously cold atmosphere to comfortable temperance. With outstretched arms, an enormous statue of Estarra stands here vigilantly.
- to Camberre for an unexpected and generous gift! - to someone controlling an NPC and chatting with me! (Thanks for your patience, haven't played in a while >.>)
I met @Erebos today randomly at downtown, it was really nice to see him. He says hello to everyone and that he'll be back soon!
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
Breaking forum silence to state that the divine who have been interacting through NPCs and directly have really been bringing this world to life. Even in the small moments of personal RP, you've been amazing.
Thank you so much for helping me renew my love for the game over and over through these little moments.
The ringing of bells echo around you with @Tremula's words, each peal a reminder of the oath sworn to the Enchantress today.
A suggestion of a familiar, intoxicating scent wafts past, sharpening your perception and fanning the smouldering spark of ambition within.
The smell is gone upon your next inhale but it has stirred up something deep within, now fluttering with a life of its own - an unbreakable bond shared with the Goddess, a connection to Her emotions and experiences, a source of knowledge and visions. For better or worse, you are bound in the service of the Sovereign.
Very slightly in that someone might have to let their DOR macro fire once more than someone else. Not everything is an opportunity to complain about mechanics. Enjoy the event!
Much love to Someone who has been rp'ing with the Minstrels as the Voice, as well as the Phantom Candycane in Thayan's manse.
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.
Learning that there's a basis behind my philosophy in Lusternia and that all these years I've not been unwarranted (aside from being a bitch of course) is...reassuring.
Learning that there's a basis behind my philosophy in Lusternia and that all these years I've not been unwarranted (aside from being a bitch of course) is...reassuring.
I will never understand what it is you get out of all this, but yes, there is a place for you in Lusternia.
Mayor Steingrim, the Grand Schema says to you, "Well, as I recall you kinda leave a mark whereever you go."
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Kneeling, you brush your fingers gently about a curiously grey flower. Delicate blooms in the shape of bells hang drooping from its stem, the tips of their petals curling upwards, as if reaching for the sky. The soft heads are velvety beneath your fingertips; they remind you of a gentle lover's touch. Melancholy fills your chest at the thought, but as the feeling begins to cause you pain, the grey blossoms fill with vibrant colour. The bells become a peerless blue, the stems and leaves verdant. At once your heart lifts, sadness replaced with a deep and abiding ardour that shall never fade so long as bluebells grow.
And gee thanks.. Been toying with the idea of joining a Order again.. Then this. Going into my corner to pout now.
The sounds of thousands of hooves stepping recklessly over the forest floor rings through the area. You turn your attention to the heart of the wood, where hearty male voices ring out in joy and laughter. All around you, you see centaurs capering joyously around a ceremonial fire, their gaiety matched by hundreds of fully grown stags that leap and bound through the flames. One by one, men, women and children of all races join the festivities, their bodies becoming a tangle of spiritual bliss as they dance under the full moon. A rumbling laughter alerts you to the figure of a proud centaur God Who oversees the celebrations, His keen hunter's gaze protecting His people while they dance. As the vision shifts, the bonfire explodes with a wave of the God's hand, sending sparks of emerald light winging into the night sky, to the roaring cheers of the Serenwilde people.
Currently Playing in: The doctors office. One more needle and I might just lose it again.
recounting how his soul may be saved by the Light and that New Celest is his last,
great hope for salvation.
An aslaran tribesman slaps his knee and declares that, by the gods, the Village of
Shanthmark should follow the Holy Principality of New Celest after all!
Shouts rise up from the Village of Shanthmark, as its denizens loudly pledge
themselves to the Holy Principality of New Celest.
Yay final influence. First time in foreber.
Signature!
@Rancoura
You examine a partial icy snowflake curio piece of the Icy Snowflake Curio Set
carefully, before carefully touching it to a first crystal curio piece of the Icy
Snowflake Curio Set. A brief flash of light reveals that the two pieces have joined
together, finally completing an icy snowflake.
You examine a partial emerald cobra curio piece of the Emerald Cobra Curio Set
carefully, before carefully touching it to a head curio piece of the Emerald Cobra
Curio Set. A brief flash of light reveals that the two pieces have joined together,
finally completing a whiplike emerald cobra.
Signature!
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I too have to rave for these wreaths.
So awesome.
- to Camberre for an unexpected and generous gift!
- to someone controlling an NPC and chatting with me! (Thanks for your patience, haven't played in a while >.>)
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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
Thank you so much for helping me renew my love for the game over and over through these little moments.
The ringing of bells echo around you with @Tremula's words, each peal a reminder of the oath sworn to the Enchantress today.
A suggestion of a familiar, intoxicating scent wafts past, sharpening your perception and fanning the smouldering spark of ambition within.
The smell is gone upon your next inhale but it has stirred up something deep within, now fluttering with a life of its own - an unbreakable bond shared with the Goddess, a connection to Her emotions and experiences, a source of knowledge and visions. For better or worse, you are bound in the service of the Sovereign.
/swoooooooon
It's true, I really am you.
It's true, I really am you.