@Drocilla for going above and beyond in the crazy wee hours of the morning to give us shinies. We are so appreciative. Brb, building a RL shrine in Your honour.
So...yeah, was up for over 24 hours there, and I wasn't even running anything. But now had some sleep.
Raves to the ninja crew for doing well in like, every event. Ninjas be kicking all kinds of ass.
@Ellowyn for making me nearly fall out of my chair giggling when she claimed the tarot cards said @Zitto was going to lead Hallifax to crash into the swamps.
Raves for whoever was possessing Miakoda. I gave her a flower, and now it's in her description!
Miakoda, Maiden of the Moonhart, is the living spirit of the Moonhart Mother Tree. Her skin is the colour of autumn leaves and her hair falls in a cascade of silver. Twined between several strands, a blooming sunflower rests in its sunny brilliance: a counterpoint to the Maiden's lunar presentation. She has enormously large brown eyes, like those of a doe, and her lips are thick and nose slightly flat. When she smiles, she reveals large square teeth. She sings to herself, a haunting melody that tells the story of ancient trees. Miakoda, Maiden of the Moonhart exudes an aura of overwhelming power. She weighs about 120 pounds. She is loyal to the Free Collective of Serenwilde. You cannot see what Miakoda, Maiden of the Moonhart is holding. It has the following aliases: miakoda, maiden.
I love it when admin add these details. I'm so pumped for more RP to come concerning certain things and stuff.
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
Lavinya passionately presents her case, fervently arguing her points with emotional appeals. The tempestuous argument overwhelms your careful preparation, leaving you shocked to the point where you find yourself capitulating to the emotional demands made in the argument.
You hear strange whispers, and a sharp pain stabs you between the eyes.
Lavinya unscrupulously quibbles about the smallest points in her argument, bringing up esoteric minutiae to support her radical theories. You laugh in her face and counter every point raised with facts of arcane trivia that deflate the entire dissertation.
You argue with sweeping authority, buttressing your broad claims with dogmatic assumptions and justifications. Lavinya splutters in confusion, unable to refute your argument.
Scored a TIE. Mindset is PEDANTIC. Strong against PETTIFOGGERY. Weak to PASSION.
Pouring from the houses far below, and from the slums beside the city walls, a crowd of dirty Serfs and Laborers amasses, filled with festive cheer and calling for blood. Pickpockets run about the crowd, and fathers lift their children up to catch a better glimpse of the bloodshed to come.
Lavinya argues with sweeping authority, buttressing her broad claims with dogmatic assumptions and justifications. The argument is so preposterous and so full of holes that you don't know where to begin to dissect it, and before you realize it your silence has been taken for concession.
You hear strange whispers, and a sharp pain stabs you between the eyes.
You scream in pain just before dying instantly as your head explodes.
You have been slain by Tremula.
Your body begins the process of transforming into a lich.
The mortal threads of your being severed, you scream in agony as the Divine spark within you enfolds your body with scorching flames.
And for whoever did this: You should not pollute the Basin of Life with paper decorations, think of the uncultured merians who become entangled in the refuse and perish in silence, never providing any entertainment for Magnagora."
A thing I designed! Being sold in a random manse shop! Years down the road! Someone might potentially even buy it and wear it without me forcing them to! Not holding my breath for that!
The purpose of writing is to inflate weak ideas, obscure pure reasoning, and inhibit clarity. With a little practice, writing can be an intimidating and impenetrable fog!
Not under normal circumstances: you cannot debate or be debated while in a fight (specifically, while under the "cannot be masochistic" restriction). In this case they put their cures away and waited for that restricton to expire before debating each other.
Huge rave to @Drocilla. I'm talking great-Cthulhu-in-his-house-within-the-nightmare-city-R'lyeh levels of huge rave. That would not have been anywhere near as impactful if not for Her. She has already given so much to make the Bloodfaire happen, and for Her to take the time to help me out, last minute, to pull that together?
No words for how thankful I am!
Thanks to everyone who attended and made offerings, too! Audience interaction makes it something more than it ever could have been with just me alone.
Maybe next time my dog will be respectful and not throw a fit in the middle of it! Otherwise it all went pretty damn smooth.
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Estarra the Eternal says, "Give Shevat the floor please."
If my crew chats at me, sure. Gotta put that module to use.
Estarra the Eternal says, "Give Shevat the floor please."
Pre-rave. Full rave coming later.
Thank you to everyone for the Darvellan Storytime Hour: Tales From the Void.
Raves to the ninja crew for doing well in like, every event. Ninjas be kicking all kinds of ass.
@Ellowyn for making me nearly fall out of my chair giggling when she claimed the tarot cards said @Zitto was going to lead Hallifax to crash into the swamps.
Here's to hoping I can wake up for the ball.
Miakoda, Maiden of the Moonhart, is the living spirit of the Moonhart Mother Tree. Her skin is the
colour of autumn leaves and her hair falls in a cascade of silver. Twined between several strands, a
blooming sunflower rests in its sunny brilliance: a counterpoint to the Maiden's lunar presentation.
She has enormously large brown eyes, like those of a doe, and her lips are thick and nose slightly
flat. When she smiles, she reveals large square teeth. She sings to herself, a haunting melody that
tells the story of ancient trees.
Miakoda, Maiden of the Moonhart exudes an aura of overwhelming power.
She weighs about 120 pounds.
She is loyal to the Free Collective of Serenwilde.
You cannot see what Miakoda, Maiden of the Moonhart is holding.
It has the following aliases: miakoda, maiden.
I love it when admin add these details. I'm so pumped for more RP to come concerning certain things and stuff.
-
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
@Pectus for being nice to Nikka
@Delphas for that thing we don't talk about.
And for whoever did this:
You should not pollute the Basin of Life with paper decorations, think of the uncultured merians who become entangled in the refuse and perish in silence, never providing any entertainment for Magnagora."
540 srs a Vengeance detective's rain coat 2 750gp
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A thing I designed! Being sold in a random manse shop! Years down the road! Someone might potentially even buy it and wear it without me forcing them to! Not holding my breath for that!
I'm pretty sure that's record time for approving that much book. Nicely done! I appreciate the speed.
2015/05/24 06:03:58 - Silvanus has raised Lavinya as a Vernal Ascendant.
Why does your signature start in ascending date order, and then halfway through switch to descending.
This is confusing.
Ixion tells you, "// I don't think anyone else had a clue, amazing form."
(Hopefully my impromptu visit added some flair and fun- sorry I couldn't be around for more. You all rock)