Viynain takes a series of sips from his fused flasks, taking in much of the reagents within. His eyelids fluttering, Viynain's pores begin to seep with trickles of rubescent fluid. Evaporating into the air, the trickles and droplets of fluid twist about one another into small, burning embers, small sparks of fire resembling tiny butterfly wings...
Their dance growing even more wild and frenetic, a swarm of bright little embers surge about Viynain, each with tiny flames flapping at the air like wings. Some of the wild embers tire of the dance and land on your skin, promptly bursting into full flames that threaten to consume you. You are afflicted with ablaze.
Their dance growing even more wild and frenetic, a swarm of bright little embers surge about Viynain, each with tiny flames flapping at the air like wings. The embers merge with the fire covering your body, fanning it furiously. (When I'm already ablaze)
Does around 400 damage if I am already ablaze, only gives ablaze if I am not.
Shouldn't opiate say "incense" instead of insense?
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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Viynain takes a series of sips from his fused flasks, taking in much of the reagents within. His
eyelids fluttering, Viynain's pores begin to seep with trickles of rubescent fluid. Evaporating into
the air, the trickles and droplets of fluid twist about one another into small, burning embers,
small sparks of fire resembling tiny butterfly wings...
Their dance growing even more wild and frenetic, a swarm of bright little embers surge about Viynain,
each with tiny flames flapping at the air like wings.
Some of the wild embers tire of the dance and land on your skin, promptly bursting into full flames
that threaten to consume you.
You are afflicted with ablaze.
Their dance growing even more wild and frenetic, a swarm of bright little embers surge about Viynain,
each with tiny flames flapping at the air like wings.
The embers merge with the fire covering your body, fanning it furiously.
(When I'm already ablaze)
Does around 400 damage if I am already ablaze, only gives ablaze if I am not.
Aquas got a ship, Geos got a train, Aeros got a balloon and you guys got pretty arches?
The divine voice of Avechna, the Avenger reverberates powerfully, "Congratulations, Morkarion, you are the Bringer of Death indeed."
You see Estarra the Eternal shout, "Morkarion is no more! Mourn the mortal! But welcome True Ascendant Karlach, of the Realm of Death!
Signature!
This made me laugh aloud hard.
mental image:
Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it.
Looking forward to seeing the pavilion though.
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The divine voice of Avechna, the Avenger reverberates powerfully, "Congratulations, Morkarion, you are the Bringer of Death indeed."
You see Estarra the Eternal shout, "Morkarion is no more! Mourn the mortal! But welcome True Ascendant Karlach, of the Realm of Death!