Helping out a newbie when nobody in her guild was up and about at 0400 EST led into a super awesome conversation with @Shaddus at 0630 EST when I should have been sleeping.
A whisper from the trees and a frosty presence tells you, secretly, "But you are strong, little
flower, and wise." The voice shifts and expands, becoming more real. "And everything you just said
in the ritual made me feel safer. You should, too."
Don't feel bad, I was active at my job while listening to two clans and three people sending me tells.
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.
Yeah. Rave for finding out that I started something that got perpetuated. Now, super rave if we can have a Hallifaxian conspiracy to start a Lusternian art genre derived from that one book.
Any sufficiently advanced pun is indistinguishable from comedy.
But when did people start getting credits for demi?
the credit milestones were changed some time ago now. First credits are at level 7 (5 credits), then 10/15/20/etc. Should be in announcements somewhere
edit: found it! READNEWS ANNOUNCE 2169
Never put passion before principle. Even if you win, you lose.
If olive oil comes from olives, where does baby oil come from?
If vegetarians eat vegetables, what do humanitarians eat?
A russet gryphon with skeletal ivory wings obediently falls into line behind you.
This legendary, kingly creature is a beast bred to possess both the upper build of an eagle and the lower build of a lion, bearing a lithesome body covered in short, russet fur as he stretches on his powerful hind-legs. In contrast, his avian head is feathered, two long and elegant plumes tipping his ears as they attend to every sound, his eyes glowing a soft red. Soft, downy feathers of purest white form a regal crest, not unsimilar to the effect of a lion's mane. Enormous, skeletal ivory wings protrude from his back, unfurling with grand purpose to double his already impressive span of length. His white-furred tail whipping about restlessly behind him, he clenches and unclenches his front talons, radiating a blue light. He is called 'Mantleroom.'
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 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.
This legendary, kingly creature is a beast bred to possess both the upper build of an eagle and the lower build of a lion, bearing a lithesome body covered in short, virescent fur as he stretches on his powerful hind-legs. In contrast, his avian head is feathered, two long and elegant plumes tipping his ears as they attend to every sound, his eyes glowing a soft blue. Soft, downy feathers of purest white form a regal crest, not unsimilar to the effect of a lion's mane. Enormous, gilded wings of silver and gold protrude from his back, unfurling with grand purpose to double his already impressive span of length. His white-furred tail whipping about restlessly behind him, he clenches and unclenches his front talons, radiating a blue light. He is called 'Caledfwlch'.
Lusternia: The only game I still play that makes me reach for a dictionary on a regular basis.
With silken wings dusted with rose quartz unfurled, a deep indigo gryphon is here, exuding an aura of innocence.
This legendary, queenly creature is a beast bred to possess both the
upper build of an eagle and the lower build of a lion, bearing a
lithesome body covered in short, deep indigo fur as she stretches on her
powerful hind-legs. In contrast, her avian head is feathered, two long
and elegant plumes tipping her ears as they attend to every sound, her
eyes glowing a soft brown. Soft, downy feathers of purest white form a
regal crest, not unsimilar to the effect of a lion's mane. Enormous,
silken wings dusted with rose quartz protrude from her back, unfurling
with grand purpose to double her already impressive span of length. Her
white-furred tail whipping about restlessly behind her, she clenches and
unclenches her front talons, exuding an aura of innocence.
Anyone who knows Eliron knows how perfect the aura of innocence is. XD
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.
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@Portius writes a book.
@Maerad reads the book, and is inspired to make a painting
@Kaskin sees the painting, and writes a song inspired by it.
I love Hallifax, and I really hope the recent crop of Symphonium novices stick around, all the ones I've talked to have been bright and interesting.
edit: found it! READNEWS ANNOUNCE 2169
If olive oil comes from olives, where does baby oil come from?
If vegetarians eat vegetables, what do humanitarians eat?
If olive oil comes from olives, where does baby oil come from?
If vegetarians eat vegetables, what do humanitarians eat?
Estarra the Eternal says, "Give Shevat the floor please."
This legendary, kingly creature is a beast bred to possess both the upper build of an eagle and the
lower build of a lion, bearing a lithesome body covered in short, russet fur as he stretches on his
powerful hind-legs. In contrast, his avian head is feathered, two long and elegant plumes tipping
his ears as they attend to every sound, his eyes glowing a soft red. Soft, downy feathers of purest
white form a regal crest, not unsimilar to the effect of a lion's mane. Enormous, skeletal ivory
wings protrude from his back, unfurling with grand purpose to double his already impressive span of
length. His white-furred tail whipping about restlessly behind him, he clenches and unclenches his
front talons, radiating a blue light. He is called 'Mantleroom.'
It's horrible.
My chimaera matured, too. Yet to see what it looks like, mind.
\o/
Happy with that!
Vive l'apostrophe!
lower build of a lion, bearing a lithesome body covered in short, virescent fur as he stretches on
his powerful hind-legs. In contrast, his avian head is feathered, two long and elegant plumes
tipping his ears as they attend to every sound, his eyes glowing a soft blue. Soft, downy feathers
of purest white form a regal crest, not unsimilar to the effect of a lion's mane. Enormous, gilded
wings of silver and gold protrude from his back, unfurling with grand purpose to double his already
impressive span of length. His white-furred tail whipping about restlessly behind him, he clenches
and unclenches his front talons, radiating a blue light. He is called 'Caledfwlch'.
Lusternia: The only game I still play that makes me reach for a dictionary on a regular basis.
This legendary, queenly creature is a beast bred to possess both the upper build of an eagle and the lower build of a lion, bearing a lithesome body covered in short, deep indigo fur as she stretches on her powerful hind-legs. In contrast, her avian head is feathered, two long and elegant plumes tipping her ears as they attend to every sound, her eyes glowing a soft brown. Soft, downy feathers of purest white form a regal crest, not unsimilar to the effect of a lion's mane. Enormous, silken wings dusted with rose quartz protrude from her back, unfurling with grand purpose to double her already impressive span of length. Her white-furred tail whipping about restlessly behind her, she clenches and unclenches her front talons, exuding an aura of innocence.
Anyone who knows Eliron knows how perfect the aura of innocence is. XD
Estarra the Eternal says, "Give Shevat the floor please."