I enjoy politicking, @Kethaera! But in Magnagora it's been personal for as long as I can remember now. You can't claim it's not personal when running smear campaigns, and it got old really really fast.
I'm still enjoying the break from it in general though. Maybe one day I'll actually dip my toes into the waters again, who knows!
Oh, and @Xenthos I've learned not to say never, it's one of those vacations where you quit your job, burn your bridges and buy a one-way ticket
"Oh yeah, you're a naughty mayor, aren't you? Misfile that Form MA631-D. Comptroller Shevat's got a nice gemstone disc for you, but yer gonna have to beg for it."
And a counter-rave to @Ayafira for being a pretty cool protege! It's been nice seeing Aurik settle into a leadership role properly, thanks for being awesome for him to brag about
@Irillia saunters into view from behind a sculpted quartz column, clad in a pristine white formal evening suit. Tipping her top hat toward the audience in salute, she sketches a sweeping, courtly bow with an elaborate flourish of her arm.
@Zyphora steps into the starlight from behind another quartz column, attired in a midnight-black ball gown that reflects the sidereal illumination with opalescent effulgence as she gracefully glides toward the centre of the ballroom by Irillia's side.
Standing side by side on the dance floor, the two figures offer a striking contrast, one clad in lines of white and the other in curves of black, as they first incline their heads respectfully to each other and then turn to face the audience.
The hugest raves to Treebeard, @Hoarcle for kicking off with his amazing RP. So, the plot thickens...sappily.
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
Raves for the tad of @Manteekan and @Alic RP at the Master Tree. Sass it up Lord Nightmare!
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.
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I can't decide if I want to be a curio whore or a Demigod.
I'm still enjoying the break from it in general though. Maybe one day I'll actually dip my toes into the waters again, who knows!
Oh, and @Xenthos I've learned not to say never, it's one of those vacations where you quit your job, burn your bridges and buy a one-way ticket
End of an era. =((
evening suit. Tipping her top hat toward the audience in salute, she sketches a sweeping, courtly
bow with an elaborate flourish of her arm.
@Zyphora steps into the starlight from behind another quartz column, attired in a midnight-black ball
gown that reflects the sidereal illumination with opalescent effulgence as she gracefully glides
toward the centre of the ballroom by Irillia's side.
Standing side by side on the dance floor, the two figures offer a striking contrast, one clad in
lines of white and the other in curves of black, as they first incline their heads respectfully to
each other and then turn to face the audience.
Estarra the Eternal says, "Give Shevat the floor please."
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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