I rushed off from the tour to start preparing dinner for my aunt, cousin, and g-ma who were coming to visit and THEY ALL BAILED ON ME.
I've always liked the Shevats better than my real family. :-w
But this is also a rave for the fabulous homestead! Thank you Arel and any patrons who helped bring it all together! And omg, Ileein and Irillia and Nihmriel for the design work. It's all so pretty. ;_;
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.
I can't cut and paste out of my phone client, but I'll post it tonight after work. This is the area message:
The scent of freshly baked bread fills the area, followed by the oddly disconcerting smell of roasted meat.
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.
Viravain, Lady of the Thorns shouts, "And You would seize Me? Fool! I am the Glomdoring! I am the Wyrd, and beneath the cloak of Night, the shadows of the Silent stir!"
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.
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.
Viravain, Lady of the Thorns shouts, "And You would seize Me? Fool! I am the Glomdoring! I am the Wyrd, and beneath the cloak of Night, the shadows of the Silent stir!"
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.
Your Custom Zap (Approved): 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."
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.
Your Custom Zap (Approved): 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."
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.
Dealing with any person of the Shevat persuasion is always a pleasurable experience. You are both adorable, and well-spoken. Both attractive qualities, if I do say so.
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
Cleaving through his defences, you make a slow, deadly strike at the Devourer of Destiny's chest with an ancient loboshigaru bardiche of flowering golden lotuses. You plunge your bardiche into him, driving it deep.
You have scored a CRITICAL hit!
You focus on your wasted efforts, resolving to shift the damage forward.
The Devourer of Destiny explodes into white clouds in the dark ocean, dissipating rapidly and leaving behind only the Heart of the Devourer.
EveriineWise Old Swordsbird / BrontaurIndianapolis, IN, USA
Each time they do, they replace a part of your soul with artificial Light-producing enzymes.
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.
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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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