Ladantine overdraws an astral node like a jerk, calamity ensues
Hahaha, calamity is to put it lightly. Overdrawing on an astral node eventually ends up destroying the the most holy Celestian empire through several poorly thought out actions and their consequences.
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Someone sneezed on me and I got contagious chocolate psoriasis, but this sketchy gnomish lady has some pills she swears will take care of it, so things are probably fine and not at all world-ending.
"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."
The deep, rumbling voice of Weiwae says from within your heart, "I am so happy to hear of your progress, and I thank you for bringing my influence over more shards of My Brother Tae."
Ladantine overdraws an astral node like a jerk, calamity ensues
Hahaha, calamity is to put it lightly. Overdrawing on an astral node eventually ends up destroying the the most holy Celestian empire through several poorly thought out actions and their consequences.
Yet we have Gaudis people who regularly drain motes
The deep, rumbling voice of Weiwae says from within your heart, "I am so happy to hear of your progress, and I thank you for bringing my influence over more shards of My Brother Tae."
A drunken hobo/superhero runs around giving out random items to random people. His sidekick, mini-hobo, takes skydiving lessons and brings friends. Hilarity ensues.
maligorn more like "Alien from outer space comes to find it's wounded brother and take revenge on lusternia. Wounded woman turns into flower then peach to drive it off."
Nodding once, a mother's kindness in Her ancient voice, Lisaera, the Hallowed Crone says to you, "And I will watch you well, little one. I admire your courage.”
Silver crystals form in the ethereal haze of the storm glass amulet, twisting and writhing like trapped smoke, until distinct words that only you can read solidify in the cup of the chalice, "Your strength is potent and you are wise, Torgaddon, but remember to use your might to shield the weaker ones of the Serenwilde. They will need people like you to keep them safe. I watch with pride, My child."
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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Yet we have Gaudis people who regularly drain motes
Ixion tells you, "// I don't think anyone else had a clue, amazing form."
theatre due to the snowy weather.
hungering malice.
theatre due to the snowy weather.
hungering malice.
theatre due to the snowy weather.
hungering malice.
Silver crystals form in the ethereal haze of the storm glass amulet, twisting and writhing like trapped smoke, until distinct words that only you can read solidify in the cup of the chalice, "Your strength is potent and you are wise, Torgaddon, but remember to use your might to shield the weaker ones of the Serenwilde. They will need people like you to keep them safe. I watch with pride, My child."