I still hate flares. And I also hate cloiers. But I rave for everyone who helped, and for not giving up even when it looked like things might have gone to pieces. Yay!
I still hate flares. And I also hate cloiers. But I rave for everyone who helped, and for not giving up even when it looked like things might have gone to pieces. Yay!
what a really want to go get a colossus up, and then have another colossus get put up and so have to get inside and mech fight basiically.
Raves for Game of Thrones'ing a new kid. Now to marry him in since I can't just supersede his old parents with my much more noble name. (Come on, I'm even a Great House, that's so much better)
Raves for @Tarkenton allowing me to pimp out our (his) manse. I am really enjoying RPing construction of it.
The apple is cold, crisp, and sour as the juices fill your mouth. As you consume the fruit, you glimpse, for a moment, a massive, shadowy figure, Her snow-white hair framing a perfect, icy-eyed visage. Beneath you, a vast, perfect web of silken strands lies - and, for a moment, you realize that you too are part of it, weaver and strand both - and home.
You humbly drop one knee to the ground before a regal marble dais, genuflecting reverently in its presence.
The dais flares to life, drawing in crackling vectors of cobalt luminescence that appear in the air around it. The air hums with power as the energy increases, culminating with a blinding flash and a spray of mist.
A bright flash of cobalt light flares from the Cay of Cloadahi as a soothing mist blankets the Inner Sea, prompting the delighted cries of dolphins and dragon turtles.
I love that I can pretty much just ignore all this political drama that bores me to tears but still have delicious soapy familial romancey drama served up to me on a silver platter.
You quickly unwrap a present wrapped in gold foil, which sprays glittering silver dust and cheerful confetti into the air, and excitedly pull the Gnomish Fizgigo Sparkatron 9000 from within. You've unwrapped an EXCEPTIONAL present! Type PRESENTS to see your Gift Counter.
You quickly unwrap a present wrapped in gold foil, which sprays glittering silver dust and cheerful confetti into the air, and excitedly pull a cloak of shifting hues from within. You've unwrapped an EXCEPTIONAL present! Type PRESENTS to see your Gift Counter.
You quickly unwrap a present wrapped in gold foil, which sprays glittering silver dust and cheerful confetti into the air, and excitedly pull an aquamarine surfboard from within. You've unwrapped an EXCEPTIONAL present! Type PRESENTS to see your Gift Counter.
You quickly unwrap a present wrapped in gold foil, which sprays glittering silver dust and cheerful confetti into the air, and excitedly pull a king's ransom of golden sovereigns from within. You've unwrapped a SUPERIOR present! Type PRESENTS to see your Gift Counter.
You quickly unwrap a present wrapped in gold foil, which sprays glittering silver dust and cheerful confetti into the air, and excitedly pull package containing twenty-five vivid hair curios from within. You've unwrapped an EXCEPTIONAL present! Type PRESENTS to see your Gift Counter.
An elegant charcoal moth origami package unfolds and sings to you, "With adoring regards. ~S. Nightshade."
A snowy gift box 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.
You open a snowy gift box.
You take a corseted gown of asymmetrical fractals from a snowy gift box.
A work of art sewn into another masterpiece, this severe winter
alabaster gown has a high, round neckline that ends at just below the
chin. The visible seams flow down into a tight, classical Hallifaxian
sheath cut which clings about the set-in sleeves, the decolletage and to
the tops of the thighs. A jewelled mosaic of ombre sapphire, amethyst
and deer bone creates an evocative image of the creation of the Wyrd
reflecting off the crystalline light of the Matrix in the distance. Each
shard of the mosaic has a purpose within the overall motif, providing
both silhouette and artistry with each curvature to accentuate the
feminine figure in a tasteful manner. Scalloped edges of eventide and
sunrise purple thread contrast the texture of the ruffle-pleated,
dove-white mammoth fur skirt. As the skirt sweeps down, it widens to an
inverted scoop which tastefully conceals the midline of the calves while
allowing for movement. A court-length train elegantly pools down from
the back edge of the skirt, otherwise unadorned to draw the eyes to the
immaculate detail of the bodice above.
It has 46 months of usefulness left.
It weighs about 3 pounds and 0 ounce(s).
It has a warmth factor of 11.
It bears the distinctive mark of Dauphine @Salome Nightshade, the White Weaver.
It is protected against fire and magic.
It has been stamped with the seal of [redacted]
It has the following aliases: gown.
And so furthers the tradition of aggressively sending each other letters, clothing, and jewellery.
Hallifax - The Winter Collection
The apple is cold, crisp, and sour as the juices fill your mouth. As you consume the fruit, you glimpse, for a moment, a massive, shadowy figure, Her snow-white hair framing a perfect, icy-eyed visage. Beneath you, a vast, perfect web of silken strands lies - and, for a moment, you realize that you too are part of it, weaver and strand both - and home.
I can see what's happening; and they don't have a clue.
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 apple is cold, crisp, and sour as the juices fill your mouth. As you consume the fruit, you glimpse, for a moment, a massive, shadowy figure, Her snow-white hair framing a perfect, icy-eyed visage. Beneath you, a vast, perfect web of silken strands lies - and, for a moment, you realize that you too are part of it, weaver and strand both - and home.
Lies. There is no way that much fabric, gems, and deer-bone corsetting is only 3 pounds. Though I suppose since it was a lady's gown, it was rude to ask its weight anyways.
Looks nice, though!
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Ixion tells you, "// I don't think anyone else had a clue, amazing form."
Estarra the Eternal says, "Give Shevat the floor please."
Ixion tells you, "// I don't think anyone else had a clue, amazing form."
Ixion tells you, "// I don't think anyone else had a clue, amazing form."
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Estarra the Eternal says, "Give Shevat the floor please."
You quickly unwrap a present wrapped in gold foil, which sprays glittering silver dust and cheerful confetti into the air, and excitedly pull the Gnomish Fizgigo Sparkatron 9000 from within.
You've unwrapped an EXCEPTIONAL present! Type PRESENTS to see your Gift Counter.
You quickly unwrap a present wrapped in gold foil, which sprays glittering silver dust and cheerful confetti into the air, and excitedly pull a cloak of shifting hues from within.
You've unwrapped an EXCEPTIONAL present! Type PRESENTS to see your Gift Counter.
You quickly unwrap a present wrapped in gold foil, which sprays glittering silver dust and cheerful confetti into the air, and excitedly pull an aquamarine surfboard from within.
You've unwrapped an EXCEPTIONAL present! Type PRESENTS to see your Gift Counter.
You quickly unwrap a present wrapped in gold foil, which sprays glittering silver dust and cheerful confetti into the air, and excitedly pull a king's ransom of golden sovereigns from within.
You've unwrapped a SUPERIOR present! Type PRESENTS to see your Gift Counter.
You quickly unwrap a present wrapped in gold foil, which sprays glittering silver dust and cheerful confetti into the air, and excitedly pull package containing twenty-five vivid hair curios from within.
You've unwrapped an EXCEPTIONAL present! Type PRESENTS to see your Gift Counter.
So, that was just 4 of the 15. Not complaining.
Ixion tells you, "// I don't think anyone else had a clue, amazing form."
and they don't have a clue.
Estarra the Eternal says, "Give Shevat the floor please."
Looks nice, though!