I recently discovered that missing a day doing the power/pilgrims/bards/scholars streak thing only resets the current five day streak, it doesn't start you over on the over all one. Thank goodness!
After a few tough months, I just wanted to thank the people who look out for me. Y'all know who you are.
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
Item: Platter Type: Gourmet Org: Public Designer: Luce Ingredients: meat 12 vegetables 8 grain 4 spices 1 salt 1 Mortal Reviews: Allowed IMPORTANT: The main noun MUST use one of these: PLATTER Appearance: a platter of sauteed beef with vegetables and rice Dropped: A porcelain platter, with a bowl of savoury beef, lies upon the ground. Examined: Here, a bone white platter of porcelain holds a bowl, a dish, and some utensils. Each is glazed with a smooth, polished finish, and a delicate pattern of cherry blossoms is painted around the rims. The bowl is filled with sauteed beef laid over a layer of peppers and vegetables, which is in turn laid on a bed of rice that's just barely visible in the occasional gap between the other layers. This bowl is covered by the dish, which is intended to hold the bowl once the meal begins. Consume: You dig into the platter with the chopsticks, starting with the beef and vegetables. From the first bite, the quality of the marinade is evident, and cooking the beef and vegetables together has allowed their flavours to combine into a panoply of savoury sensations. The beef is tender enough that it nearly melts in the mouth and the sauce has penetrated every inch. The peppers give it a nice kick without overpowering the subtler flavours, and the broccoli and snap peas add texture and crunch to the dish. By the time you reach the rice, it has absorbed the remainder of the marinade and the smaller portions of the rest of the dish, allowing you to prolong the taste and filling out the meal. Smell: As you take in the scent of a platter of sauteed beef and vegetables, you are struck by the savoury aroma of the beef, accented by the spicy sting of the peppers and marinade. Taste: As your tongue touches the beef, you get a hint of the peppers and savoury marinade. Comments:
Step 1: Msg Subotai Greetings. I'm seeking to reinvent myself and branch out.
Step 2: Recieve response of "Come2Gaudi"
Step 3: Come2Gaudi
Step 4: ?
Step 5: Profit.
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.
Honestly, just do it. For me, it's been a bit of a build up, but the final decision to pull the trigger was pretty spur of the moment.
To hell with the consequences, if you're not having fun/aren't wanting to log in because of X, then cut X out and go for Y instead. Hopefully, this means that Daraius becomes like, rage lobo, or super Gaudi lobo or something. Or does the always logical thing and come2Glom.
Here are some lines that may or may not have already been uncovered? Happens after you empower enough souls, while wearing a cloak from a chest in the Orphanage that you get the key to by shaking down an orphan for his doll which has a key hidden inside.
You give a ragged and frost-stained cloak to Seniki Brokenhorn. Seniki Brokenhorn says, "It is done... I sense my brothers... my sisters... my daughter..." A numinous glow, warm and pure as the light of the sun, blooms within Seniki Brokenhorn's translucent form. She smiles radiantly as she begins to fade, eking away into bits of light that whirl away into the wintry sky.
Seniki Brokenhorn says, "Must... hurry."
Seniki Brokenhorn says, "My husband calls me, surely we shall be reunited. Bring his cloak to him, remind him of my love. I will await him there, on the other side." As Seniki fades, the cloak falls back into your hands, cast aloft on a wave of buttery radiance.
You give a ragged and frost-stained cloak to Semau Brokenhorn. As Semau Brokenhorn grasps the cloak, a brilliant golden light bursts from within, and he straightens, gazing about with shocked, clear eyes.
The rumbling voice of the Frost Spite booms, "No, I must not be stopped! My pets! Go!"
Semau Brokenhorn says, "Seniki? Linilai?" Semau Brokenhorn smiles softly as he swings the cloak over his shoulders.
Semau Brokenhorn exclaims, "I remember now. The pact is not forsaken. We may have fallen, but Spite is bound, and I will be with my Seniki again!"
Abruptly, the air temperature drops, and some hissing voice rises on the wind, howling and raging.
The rumbling voice of the Frost Spite booms, "Nooooooooooo!"
Semau Brokenhorn cries out in horror and terror, his eyes glazing with ice as the snowstorm intensifies. With a roaring, inhuman voice, Semau Brokenhorn says, "EVER AND ALWAYS WILL YOU BE MINE SEMAU BROKENHORN TO DWELL WITH ME AND SERVE ME FOR YOU DARED TO RAISE HAND AGAINST ME WHO DWELLS HERE ME WHO WAS CHAINED AND I WILL HATE AND I WILL HATE."
Semau Brokenhorn screams in despair and agony. Your vision goes black, and you behold Mount Wend, unbroken. Gargantuan figures wreathed in energy rise about it, their hands forcing a massive icy form in white fur down into the depths. As they do, a snowstorm gathers above the peak. The figures, now recognizable as those of Elder Gods, ring Mount Wend and shout out words in some unknown tongue, forcing the creature into the stone and snow.
An eternity passes as the snow falls. Finally, one by one, figures meander across the snow, collapsing here and there as they succumb to the chill.
A village spreads across the foot of Mount Wend, but the snows grow stronger. The village roils, consuming itself, falling apart into winter. A collection of taurians departs, ascending the slope. As they reach the top, they raise their arms, chanting out words of power. Again, the white-furred monster rises. As it descends into the mountain, a taurian, the form of Semau Brokenhorn, turns, and begins to massacre his fellows.
Semau Brokenhorn exclaims, "Seniki! Seniki, forgive me, I could not stand against Spite!" Semau Brokenhorn howls and screams as the snow falls faster and faster.
Semau Brokenhorn collapses to his knees, growling in feral confusion once more, eyes blank of being. Your karma rises in response to your deeds. [weep 4 no honorz]
The storm begins to slow, the air warming as the clouds shift from grey to white.
...
And of course, our mastermind has to leave his mark:
A dark fog fills your being as your vision goes black, an intense hatred settling within your gut that tears at your sanity.
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.
Two ways I know of. First the 'slow buildup', where you change gradually based on interactions, such as Luce slowly getting over his strong aversion to being touched. Very slowly. Second, the 'breaking dam' method, where frustration and anger and other powerful emotions hit a tipping point, causing something to set you off, break the dam, and let a change flow rapidly out, such as Luce gaining a willingness to hurt things because of his frustration at constant teatime with the Fates.
For the slow buildup, it's good to know who will pick up on and engage with dropped hints, so that you don't need to stand around the nexus sighing dramatically to engage your rp. Once you find those folks, everything gets a lot easier and more fun.
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.
The loud caw of a crow heralds its entrance, as it drops an elegant charcoal moth origami package into your hands, then disappears into the shadows.
You see the following people here: Cercis, Tylwyth, Niico.
You blink.
Cercis raises her hand in greeting to you and says "Hello!"
Raising his hand in greeting, Tylwyth says "Hi!"
You nod your head at Cercis.
You nod your head at Tylwyth.
You say, "I got a package, apparently."
You aren't wielding anything in either hand. You are holding: "package66412" an elegant charcoal moth origami package (action origami) You are wearing: Number of matching objects: 1 (out of 86 total)
With a hopeful smile, Cercis raises her hand high in the air.
Darach Tylwyth Nightshade says, "I'ts a secret apparantly."
Cercis, of the Murder says, "It is!"
Darach Tylwyth Nightshade says, "I bugged her but she wouldn't tell me."
You say, "I'm not sure I should open it now."
The corners of your mouth turn up as you grin mischievously.
You say, "I do want to know what it is, though..."
You ponder an elegant charcoal moth origami package thoughtfully, looking it up and down.
You shrug helplessly.
An elegant charcoal moth origami package unfolds and sings to you, "There are few things in the Basin as beautiful as a follower of Night. And even fewer who share Her beauty as well as you do." An origami package in the shape of a rose blossom falls out of an elegant charcoal moth origami package and into your hands. An elegant charcoal moth origami package flutters apart in wisps of vellum as the last of its contents spill into your hands.
Cercis, of the Murder laughingly says, "The first package couldn't fit it all."
You give a trillingly melodic laugh.
A skull-shaped crown falls out of an origami package in the shape of a rose blossom and into your hands. A darkly suave formal jacket coat of smooth leather falls out of an origami package in the shape of a rose blossom and into your hands. A vine-wreathed bottle of purple hues falls out of an origami package in the shape of a rose blossom and into your hands. A delicate pearlescent cup with a fluted body falls out of an origami package in the shape of a rose blossom and into your hands. A garnet night legacy necklace falls out of an origami package in the shape of a rose blossom and into your hands. An origami package in the shape of a rose blossom flutters apart in wisps of vellum as the last of its contents spill into your hands.
Utterly entranced, you emit a long "Ooooh."
ii crown You aren't wielding anything in either hand. You are holding: "crown157555" a skull-shaped crown You are wearing: Number of matching objects: 1 (out of 90 total)
For this crown, a dingy coloured marble has been used in order to recreate the appearance of a horrifying ram's skull that has been long separated from the body. Missing its lower jaw, the sharp jagged teeth, uncharacteristic for that of a ram, hang down to where it is meant to fit just above the wearer's brow. The crown, obviously meant to cover the top of the head, has faceted oval-shaped onyxes serving for eyes that have been pushed back deep into the sockets. Extending outwards from the sides of this artificial skull are large spiraled horns crafted entirely from platinum. These metal horns, ribbed for the sake of appearance and texture, gleam brightly in the available light. It has 208 months of usefulness left. It weighs 2 ounce(s). It bears the distinctive mark of Ayi. It has the following aliases: crown.
You slip into a skull-shaped crown.
You slip into a darkly suave formal jacket coat of smooth leather.
ii bottle You aren't wielding anything in either hand. You are holding: "bottle34441" a vine-wreathed bottle of purple hues (filled with white spider venom wine) You are wearing: Number of matching objects: 1 (out of 90 total)
ii cup You aren't wielding anything in either hand. You are holding: "cup209806" a delicate pearlescent cup with a fluted body You are wearing: Number of matching objects: 1 (out of 90 total)
You slip into a garnet night legacy necklace.
This delicate cup has a bone-white pearlescent sheen to its fluted body, a slick of colours washing over its surface. The rim of the cup has been smoothed, a line of silver painted in a narrow stripe. The silver has oxidised and been feathered in places, giving the suggestion of miniscule crows marching around the rim of the vessel, beak to tail. Around the cup's handle is a thorned vine, crowned by a detailed black rose, the centre formed by a single multi-faceted onyx gem. It has 5 months of usefulness left. It weighs 6 ounce(s). It has been stamped with the seal of The Crowquill Bookbinding Cartel. It has the following aliases: cup, glass.
You pour white spider venom wine from a vine-wreathed bottle of purple hues into a delicate pearlescent cup with a fluted body.
You take a long draught of white wine, hoping to quench your thirst. Smooth and deceptively sweet, the wine unfurls a dulcet bouquet of fruity notes along with a surprising aromatic spiciness across your palate, tinged with the faintest hint of a premonitory bitterness. A sudden chill skitters down your spine as you swallow, the sensation fanning rapidly outwards in tendrils of frost that fleet briefly across your skin before fading away.
You say to Cercis, "This is all amasing, thank you so much!"
Cercis, of the Murder says, "There! They suit you perfectly."
Your mouth turns up as your face breaks into a smile.
Cercis flashes you a joyous smile.
You say, "I love this coat, especially."
Ghostly voices echo softly, combining into a haunting melody.
Cercis, of the Murder says, "I thought you would look very handsome in it since it matches your clothing."
You nod your head sagely.
You say, "You have a good eye for fashion."
A large shadow flits across the edge of your vision for a bare instant, vanishing between the trees.
Branches shaking, Cercis, of the Murder says, "I just like to make sure the prettiest little faeling in the forest looks his best."
Manteekan, the Terror (Elder God). An eerie chill travels down your spine as a cold breath travels over the nape of your neck. You turn and are met with nothing but a fading mist, yet the feeling of being watched lingers.
Were you one of the two people couldn't understand?
Cuz I just listed the people I recorded shouting "Glory Be to Glomdoring."
I mean Phulbelishi was standing right next to me for some of that but didnt' shout so....
I mean if you shouted and I didn't hear you that is weird and I"ll edit you in. But if you didn't reply to lady Viravains "glory be to Glomdoring" then just learn to and it's all good(though you don't have to shout if she's not.).
Comments
The Inner Sea. I take commissions doe.
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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
Ingredients: meat 12 vegetables 8 grain 4 spices 1 salt 1
Mortal Reviews: Allowed
IMPORTANT: The main noun MUST use one of these: PLATTER
Appearance:
a platter of sauteed beef with vegetables and rice
Dropped:
A porcelain platter, with a bowl of savoury beef, lies upon the ground.
Examined:
Here, a bone white platter of porcelain holds a bowl, a dish, and some
utensils. Each is glazed with a smooth, polished finish, and a delicate
pattern of cherry blossoms is painted around the rims. The bowl is
filled with sauteed beef laid over a layer of peppers and vegetables,
which is in turn laid on a bed of rice that's just barely visible in the
occasional gap between the other layers. This bowl is covered by the
dish, which is intended to hold the bowl once the meal begins.
Consume:
You dig into the platter with the chopsticks, starting with the beef and
vegetables. From the first bite, the quality of the marinade is evident,
and cooking the beef and vegetables together has allowed their flavours
to combine into a panoply of savoury sensations. The beef is tender
enough that it nearly melts in the mouth and the sauce has
penetrated every inch. The peppers give it a nice kick without
overpowering the subtler flavours, and the broccoli and snap peas add
texture and crunch to the dish. By the time you reach the rice, it has
absorbed the remainder of the marinade and the smaller portions of the
rest of the dish, allowing you to prolong the taste and filling out the
meal.
Smell:
As you take in the scent of a platter of sauteed beef and vegetables, you are struck by the savoury
aroma of the beef, accented by the spicy sting of the peppers and marinade.
Taste:
As your tongue touches the beef, you get a hint of the peppers and savoury marinade.
Comments:
Yaaay, designs! I'm contributing!
Thanks @Viravain, @Salome, @Celina, and @Astraea.
Asking for a friend.
Estarra the Eternal says, "Give Shevat the floor please."
Step 2: Recieve response of "Come2Gaudi"
Step 3: Come2Gaudi
Step 4: ?
Step 5: Profit.
Here are some lines that may or may not have already been uncovered? Happens after you empower enough souls, while wearing a cloak from a chest in the Orphanage that you get the key to by shaking down an orphan for his doll which has a key hidden inside.
You give a ragged and frost-stained cloak to Seniki Brokenhorn.
Seniki Brokenhorn says, "It is done... I sense my brothers... my sisters... my daughter..."
A numinous glow, warm and pure as the light of the sun, blooms within Seniki Brokenhorn's translucent form. She smiles radiantly as she begins to fade, eking away into bits of light that whirl away into the wintry sky.
Seniki Brokenhorn says, "Must... hurry."
Seniki Brokenhorn says, "My husband calls me, surely we shall be reunited. Bring his cloak to him, remind him of my love. I will await him there, on the other side."
As Seniki fades, the cloak falls back into your hands, cast aloft on a wave of buttery radiance.
You give a ragged and frost-stained cloak to Semau Brokenhorn.
As Semau Brokenhorn grasps the cloak, a brilliant golden light bursts from within, and he straightens, gazing about with shocked, clear eyes.
The rumbling voice of the Frost Spite booms, "No, I must not be stopped! My pets! Go!"
Semau Brokenhorn says, "Seniki? Linilai?"
Semau Brokenhorn smiles softly as he swings the cloak over his shoulders.
Semau Brokenhorn exclaims, "I remember now. The pact is not forsaken. We may have fallen, but Spite is bound, and I will be with my Seniki again!"
Abruptly, the air temperature drops, and some hissing voice rises on the wind, howling and raging.
The rumbling voice of the Frost Spite booms, "Nooooooooooo!"
Semau Brokenhorn cries out in horror and terror, his eyes glazing with ice as the snowstorm intensifies.
With a roaring, inhuman voice, Semau Brokenhorn says, "EVER AND ALWAYS WILL YOU BE MINE SEMAU BROKENHORN TO DWELL WITH ME AND SERVE ME FOR YOU DARED TO RAISE HAND AGAINST ME WHO DWELLS HERE ME WHO WAS CHAINED AND I WILL HATE AND I WILL HATE."
Semau Brokenhorn screams in despair and agony.
Your vision goes black, and you behold Mount Wend, unbroken. Gargantuan figures wreathed in energy rise about it, their hands forcing a massive icy form in white fur down into the depths. As they do, a snowstorm gathers above the peak. The figures, now recognizable as those of Elder Gods, ring Mount Wend and shout out words in some unknown tongue, forcing the creature into the stone and snow.
An eternity passes as the snow falls. Finally, one by one, figures meander across the snow, collapsing here and there as they succumb to the chill.
A village spreads across the foot of Mount Wend, but the snows grow stronger. The village roils, consuming itself, falling apart into winter. A collection of taurians departs, ascending the slope. As they reach the top, they raise their arms, chanting out words of power. Again, the white-furred monster rises. As it descends into the mountain, a taurian, the form of Semau Brokenhorn, turns, and begins to massacre his fellows.
Semau Brokenhorn exclaims, "Seniki! Seniki, forgive me, I could not stand against Spite!"
Semau Brokenhorn howls and screams as the snow falls faster and faster.
Semau Brokenhorn collapses to his knees, growling in feral confusion once more, eyes blank of being.
Your karma rises in response to your deeds.
[weep 4 no honorz]
The storm begins to slow, the air warming as the clouds shift from grey to white.
...
And of course, our mastermind has to leave his mark:
A dark fog fills your being as your vision goes black, an intense hatred settling within your gut that tears at your sanity.
...now I wish I had been there for most of it.
Ixion tells you, "// I don't think anyone else had a clue, amazing form."
Thanks, @Yomoigu
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The loud caw of a crow heralds its entrance, as it drops an elegant charcoal moth origami package into your hands, then disappears into the shadows.
You see the following people here:
Cercis, Tylwyth, Niico.
You blink.
Cercis raises her hand in greeting to you and says "Hello!"
Raising his hand in greeting, Tylwyth says "Hi!"
You nod your head at Cercis.
You nod your head at Tylwyth.
You say, "I got a package, apparently."
You aren't wielding anything in either hand.
You are holding:
"package66412" an elegant charcoal moth origami package (action origami)
You are wearing:
Number of matching objects: 1 (out of 86 total)
With a hopeful smile, Cercis raises her hand high in the air.
Darach Tylwyth Nightshade says, "I'ts a secret apparantly."
Cercis, of the Murder says, "It is!"
Darach Tylwyth Nightshade says, "I bugged her but she wouldn't tell me."
You say, "I'm not sure I should open it now."
The corners of your mouth turn up as you grin mischievously.
You say, "I do want to know what it is, though..."
You ponder an elegant charcoal moth origami package thoughtfully, looking it up and down.
You shrug helplessly.
An elegant charcoal moth origami package unfolds and sings to you, "There are few things in the Basin as beautiful as a follower of Night. And even fewer who share Her beauty as well as you do."
An origami package in the shape of a rose blossom falls out of an elegant charcoal moth origami package and into your hands.
An elegant charcoal moth origami package flutters apart in wisps of vellum as the last of its contents spill into your hands.
Cercis, of the Murder laughingly says, "The first package couldn't fit it all."
You give a trillingly melodic laugh.
A skull-shaped crown falls out of an origami package in the shape of a rose blossom and into your hands.
A darkly suave formal jacket coat of smooth leather falls out of an origami package in the shape of a rose blossom and into your hands.
A vine-wreathed bottle of purple hues falls out of an origami package in the shape of a rose blossom and into your hands.
A delicate pearlescent cup with a fluted body falls out of an origami package in the shape of a rose blossom and into your hands.
A garnet night legacy necklace falls out of an origami package in the shape of a rose blossom and into your hands.
An origami package in the shape of a rose blossom flutters apart in wisps of vellum as the last of its contents spill into your hands.
Utterly entranced, you emit a long "Ooooh."
ii crown
You aren't wielding anything in either hand.
You are holding:
"crown157555" a skull-shaped crown
You are wearing:
Number of matching objects: 1 (out of 90 total)
For this crown, a dingy coloured marble has been used in order to
recreate the appearance of a horrifying ram's skull that has been long
separated from the body. Missing its lower jaw, the sharp jagged teeth,
uncharacteristic for that of a ram, hang down to where it is meant to
fit just above the wearer's brow. The crown, obviously meant to cover
the top of the head, has faceted oval-shaped onyxes serving for eyes
that have been pushed back deep into the sockets. Extending outwards
from the sides of this artificial skull are large spiraled horns crafted
entirely from platinum. These metal horns, ribbed for the sake of
appearance and texture, gleam brightly in the available light.
It has 208 months of usefulness left.
It weighs 2 ounce(s).
It bears the distinctive mark of Ayi.
It has the following aliases: crown.
You slip into a skull-shaped crown.
You slip into a darkly suave formal jacket coat of smooth leather.
ii bottle
You aren't wielding anything in either hand.
You are holding:
"bottle34441" a vine-wreathed bottle of purple hues (filled with white spider venom wine)
You are wearing:
Number of matching objects: 1 (out of 90 total)
ii cup
You aren't wielding anything in either hand.
You are holding:
"cup209806" a delicate pearlescent cup with a fluted body
You are wearing:
Number of matching objects: 1 (out of 90 total)
You slip into a garnet night legacy necklace.
This delicate cup has a bone-white pearlescent sheen to its fluted body,
a slick of colours washing over its surface. The rim of the cup has been
smoothed, a line of silver painted in a narrow stripe. The silver has
oxidised and been feathered in places, giving the suggestion of
miniscule crows marching around the rim of the vessel, beak to tail.
Around the cup's handle is a thorned vine, crowned by a detailed black
rose, the centre formed by a single multi-faceted onyx gem.
It has 5 months of usefulness left.
It weighs 6 ounce(s).
It has been stamped with the seal of The Crowquill Bookbinding Cartel.
It has the following aliases: cup, glass.
You pour white spider venom wine from a vine-wreathed bottle of purple hues into a delicate pearlescent cup with a fluted body.
You take a long draught of white wine, hoping to quench your thirst.
Smooth and deceptively sweet, the wine unfurls a dulcet bouquet of fruity notes along with a surprising aromatic spiciness across your palate, tinged with the faintest hint of a premonitory bitterness. A sudden chill skitters down your spine as you swallow, the sensation fanning rapidly outwards in tendrils of frost that fleet briefly across your skin before fading away.
You say to Cercis, "This is all amasing, thank you so much!"
Cercis, of the Murder says, "There! They suit you perfectly."
Your mouth turns up as your face breaks into a smile.
Cercis flashes you a joyous smile.
You say, "I love this coat, especially."
Ghostly voices echo softly, combining into a haunting melody.
Cercis, of the Murder says, "I thought you would look very handsome in it since it matches your clothing."
You nod your head sagely.
You say, "You have a good eye for fashion."
A large shadow flits across the edge of your vision for a bare instant, vanishing between the trees.
Branches shaking, Cercis, of the Murder says, "I just like to make sure the prettiest little faeling in the forest looks his best."
An eerie chill travels down your spine as a cold breath travels over the nape of your neck. You turn and are met with nothing but a fading mist, yet the feeling of being watched lingers.
@Viravain and @Nocht give me life.
(soon, @Manteekan too!)
Of all the times for Mag divine to be in hiding. Twiddle twiddle, twiddling thumbs over here.