Thayan puts a steel loboshigaru mask into a chubby piebald hamster. A chubby piebald hamster grasps a steel loboshigaru mask in its tiny little paws.
With furious concentration, a chubby piebald hamster amazingly stuffs a steel loboshigaru mask into his fuzzy cheeks, crazily sqeaking, "NOM! NOM! NOM! NOM! NOM!"
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.
Having too much fun teaching stage mechanics. Aruin cast me as Shantu, whom we just determined last night has always dreamed of acting, but I've been keeping him down.
(CrystalClearNews): Phabgafo Fibudo says, "Reporting here from the Hallifaxian Opera House with our very own Gryphon!"
Aruin beams broadly.
You wag your tail happily.
Aruin M.TS says, "I attempted market first but it is also not an option."
(CrystalClearNews): Shantu, A tawny gryphon says, "Ca caw!"
Aruin claps her hands together merrily.
Showing that you understand, you nod your head slowly towards Aruin.
(CrystalClearNews): Phabgafo Fibudo says, "And how are you feeling today Shantu? Eating lots of cookies?"
(CrystalClearNews): Shantu, A tawny gryphon says, "Cookies? I should be so lucky!"
Aruin's mouth turns up as her face breaks into a smile.
(CrystalClearNews): Shantu, A tawny gryphon says, "Would you believe your beloved Ambassador fed me rotten eggs and meat for the first year of my life? No wonder I grew up so ugly!"
Aruin stares implacably at you.
You say to Aruin, "I thought it was an appropriate diet for a gryphon..."
(CrystalClearNews): Phabgafo Fibudo says, "That must have been horrible! It's amazing you're such a loyal beast!"
Aruin's eyes sparkle with amusement.
(CrystalClearNews): Shantu, A tawny gryphon says, "That's what he thinks!"
Haven't got to meet him before now, so didn't know about him much...
Milo, the Blossoming Corpse says, "Come now, do not be shy! Surely there is someone who shall attempt to amaze me and Brennan? Even if your tale is...exaggerated, yes?"
Septim Nightshade, Watcher of Flies says, "I'm not sure I have a story worth telling."
You say, "I would have to second that. I only recently woke after an almost two decade long sleep."
Milo, the Blossoming Corpse says to you, "Indeed? Rest does good things for you, fleshy one. You look most delicious."
More to this, after Septim told his story and left...
Milo, the Blossoming Corpse says to you, "Would you do something for me now, fleshy one?"
Milo, the Blossoming Corpse says, "If it is of no bother."
Milo, the Blossoming Corpse says to you, "Would you bring me some creature to feast upon? Perhaps a bear of some sort? That tale of tae'dae has peaked a hunger within me."
You ponder for a moment and say "Hrm..."
Milo, the Blossoming Corpse says, "Lest I settle for a feline.."
(Ad-Hoc): Portius says, "Zyphie. Zyphie. Did you hear about the illuminatus who told the loboshigaru he was spending too much time meditating? It was a case of the pot calling the Quettle black."
(Ad-Hoc): Portius says, "I bet @Daraius would appreciate that one."
As they float down, the skinny gnomes whip out boxed lunches they had packed with them and quickly stuff their faces with the delicious Solstice food inside them. Before landing, each gnome has eaten the entire lunch, box and all, and they now fill in their red suits quite nicely.
(Ad-Hoc): Portius says, "Zyphie. Zyphie. Did you hear about the illuminatus who told the loboshigaru he was spending too much time meditating? It was a case of the pot calling the Quettle black."
(Ad-Hoc): Portius says, "I bet @Daraius would appreciate that one."
Korath Chokuul, Commandant of the Catacombs tells you, "Yo! Can you understand my spouse?"
No, but I bet she's one badass orclach. ---- A king's ransom of golden sovereigns tells you, "Hey! I want to marry Oneiroi."
I don't think you can bribe Them, sorry.
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.
Darvellan, the Navigator says, "You may consider it a Solstice gift to you if you like, Elanorwen, so you may."
Darvellan poses with His hands upon His hips, His cape flung behind Him.
Breaking a piece of coal into small chunks, you pick out a plump shard and ponder Darvellan for a moment. With an image in your mind you deftly sketch His features upon a thin sketch sheet, preserving them for future use.
;;)
EDIT: Victory sign icon no worky.
Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it.
Darvellan, the Navigator says, "You may consider it a Solstice gift to you if you like, Elanorwen, so you may."
Darvellan poses with His hands upon His hips, His cape flung behind Him.
Breaking a piece of coal into small chunks, you pick out a plump shard and ponder Darvellan for a moment. With an image in your mind you deftly sketch His features upon a thin sketch sheet, preserving them for future use.
;;)
EDIT: Victory sign icon no worky.
Now see, if it was a nude portrait...then that would definitely be a happy solstice for all.
2014/12/21 21:05:59 - Erythrykos aligns the Wyrden Blood House of Feyranti with the Free Forest of Glomdoring, which now awaits approval of the ruling council.
I occasionally like to pretend that I'm replanting all of these herbs to attract bees, and might one day form an alliance with the bees and take over the Basin. Then we could have a wonderful tea party with plenty of honey and the best tea blends.
I disagree! Just because Feyranti started out as a Magnagoran house, doesn't mean that it has to stay that way. There's plenty of RP in them being Magnagoran traitors who defected to Glomdoring.
I disagree! Just because Feyranti started out as a Magnagoran house, doesn't mean that it has to stay that way. There's plenty of RP in them being Magnagoran traitors who defected to Glomdoring.
I would maybe agree, with the caveat that there was solid RP around it. But in reality, I'd probably guess it's more like an inactive family with a new (uncontested?) family head who just so happens to be a Glom native, moving his newly owned family over to his new home, which is entirely too easily done (e.g., when Naralis went crazy and sold out the Dekovens over to Mag).
I disagree! Just because Feyranti started out as a Magnagoran house, doesn't mean that it has to stay that way. There's plenty of RP in them being Magnagoran traitors who defected to Glomdoring.
Given the historical relationship between Magnagora and Glomdoring, and how it was driven in that manner by a Feyranti... I find the whole thing to be rather disconcerting!
When Glomdoring was born, Daevos was the Warlord of Magnagora. There were many, many issues between us.
Eyes flashing with anger, Enadonella points a finger imperiously at you and utters a series of guttural croaks. A strange thrumming fills your stomach, and you watch in horror as warts break out over your skin which then turns green and slimy. The world seems to suddenly become much larger...or are you becoming smaller? Hmm, why do you have a sudden craving for flies? You come back into focus as the blur illusion vanishes. (2.674s) (p) 1171h, 1162m, 1162e, 7p, 3865en, 3865w Bexp- Ryboi reads a scroll. (p) 1171h, 1162m, 1162e, 7p, 3865en, 3865w Bexp- Ryboi recharges a Scroll of Healing from an energy cube. (p) 1171h, 1162m, 1162e, 7p, 3865en, 3865w Bexp- You see High Wisdom Enadonella, Chosen of Ellindel yell, "Glory be to Mother Moon!" (p) 1171h, 1162m, 1162e, 7p, 3865en, 3865w Bexp- Synkarin appears to play a simple mandolin, but you hear no sound. Ryboi cries out in astonishment. (p) 1171h, 1162m, 1162e, 7p, 3865en, 3865w Bexp- You suddenly perceive the vague outline of an aura of rebounding around Taevyn. (p) 1171h, 1162m, 1162e, 7p, 3865en, 3865w Bexp- You bring the lively music to a deathly crescendo, and though it would seem impossible, Ryboi dances harder and faster than ever before. Sweat pours from his skin until, with a short, gasping breath, he expires from exhaustion. You have slain Ryboi. Having been too much for the mortal threads of Ryboi, he screams in agony as flames engulf his body and burn it to a crisp.
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.
I think there might be ... problems with staticfield. Not least of which is its fire rate if it can do this...
Sylibus leaves your demesne.
Kregarn leaves your demesne.
Enadonella leaves your demesne.
Sylibus enters your demesne.
Kregarn enters your demesne.
Sylibus leaves your demesne.
Enadonella leaves your demesne.
Sylibus enters your demesne.
Kregarn enters your demesne.
Avurekhos enters your demesne.
Sylibus arrives, following Glevich Mastvin, The Jabbering Warlock.
With a harsh cry, a young eagle soars in majestically on air currents from the east.
Kregarn arrives, following The body of Kregarn, riding a young eagle, is engulfed in the blue flames of Glinshari as he moves toward the east, the cries of nature erupting in his wake..
The ground suddenly falls away from beneath Kregarn and he goes tumbling into a pit.
KREGARN HAS FALLEN INTO A PIT
KREGARN HAS FALLEN INTO A PIT
KREGARN HAS FALLEN INTO A PIT
Kregarn flails his arms wildly as he falls off a young eagle.
Avurekhos arrives, following The body of Avurekhos is engulfed in the blue flames of Glinshari as he moves toward the east, the cries of nature erupting in his wake..
Sylibus's static field discharges with a blinding flash as Avurekhos approaches.
Sylibus leaves, following Glevich Mastvin, The Jabbering Warlock.
Sylibus leaves your demesne.
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2014/12/21 21:05:59 - Erythrykos aligns the Wyrden Blood House of Feyranti with the Free Forest of Glomdoring, which now awaits approval of the ruling council.
Um... Wtf? Why?
Still not as funny as when Naralis tried to move Dekoven to Mag.
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.
I think there might be ... problems with staticfield. Not least of which is its fire rate if it can do this...
Sylibus leaves your demesne.
Kregarn leaves your demesne.
Enadonella leaves your demesne.
Sylibus enters your demesne.
Kregarn enters your demesne.
Sylibus leaves your demesne.
Enadonella leaves your demesne.
Sylibus enters your demesne.
Kregarn enters your demesne.
Avurekhos enters your demesne.
Sylibus arrives, following Glevich Mastvin, The Jabbering Warlock.
With a harsh cry, a young eagle soars in majestically on air currents from the east.
Kregarn arrives, following The body of Kregarn, riding a young eagle, is engulfed in the blue flames of Glinshari as he moves toward the east, the cries of nature erupting in his wake..
The ground suddenly falls away from beneath Kregarn and he goes tumbling into a pit.
KREGARN HAS FALLEN INTO A PIT
KREGARN HAS FALLEN INTO A PIT
KREGARN HAS FALLEN INTO A PIT
Kregarn flails his arms wildly as he falls off a young eagle.
Avurekhos arrives, following The body of Avurekhos is engulfed in the blue flames of Glinshari as he moves toward the east, the cries of nature erupting in his wake..
Sylibus's static field discharges with a blinding flash as Avurekhos approaches.
Sylibus leaves, following Glevich Mastvin, The Jabbering Warlock.
Sylibus leaves your demesne.
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EveriineWise Old Swordsbird / BrontaurIndianapolis, IN, USA
You ask Eurytus, Master of the Hunt, "Have the ancestors spoken anything to you?"
You see Eurytus, Master of the Hunt shout, "No, they have not but I have smelled the scent."
Eurytus, Master of the Hunt coughs softly.
Everiine rubs his fingers in his ears for a moment.
Eurytus, Master of the Hunt says, "Excuse my exuberance. This has gotten me riled up."
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.
I disagree! Just because Feyranti started out as a Magnagoran house, doesn't mean that it has to stay that way. There's plenty of RP in them being Magnagoran traitors who defected to Glomdoring.
I would maybe agree, with the caveat that there was solid RP around it. But in reality, I'd probably guess it's more like an inactive family with a new (uncontested?) family head who just so happens to be a Glom native, moving his newly owned family over to his new home, which is entirely too easily done (e.g., when Naralis went crazy and sold out the Dekovens over to Mag).
You have to wonder how devastated the people who built the family and worked hard on having it recognised as a historical family would feel if they turned up to find a young upstart taking them to Glomdoring because he doesn't play in Magnagora anymore. Most people would have a bit more respect for the players who did the work than that, even if they are no longer active. Not cool, not cool.
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Thraigor tells you, "Fool! I love Vaginus."
01:32:54.23|100%h|100%m|100%e|10p|99%en|98%w mBexk-
Ixion tells you, "// I don't think anyone else had a clue, amazing form."
A chubby piebald hamster grasps a steel loboshigaru mask in its tiny little paws.
With furious concentration, a chubby piebald hamster amazingly stuffs a steel loboshigaru mask into
his fuzzy cheeks, crazily sqeaking, "NOM! NOM! NOM! NOM! NOM!"
Estarra the Eternal says, "Give Shevat the floor please."
Milo, the Blossoming Corpse says, "Come now, do not be shy! Surely there is someone who shall attempt to amaze me and Brennan? Even if your tale is...exaggerated, yes?"
Septim Nightshade, Watcher of Flies says, "I'm not sure I have a story worth telling."
You say, "I would have to second that. I only recently woke after an almost two decade long sleep."
Milo, the Blossoming Corpse says to you, "Indeed? Rest does good things for you, fleshy one. You look most delicious."
Milo, the Blossoming Corpse says to you, "Would you do something for me now, fleshy one?"
Milo, the Blossoming Corpse says, "If it is of no bother."
Milo, the Blossoming Corpse says to you, "Would you bring me some creature to feast upon? Perhaps a bear of some sort? That tale of tae'dae has peaked a hunger within me."
You ponder for a moment and say "Hrm..."
Milo, the Blossoming Corpse says, "Lest I settle for a feline.."
Milo strokes you tenderly.
Cooks, you now know what to design.
Estarra the Eternal says, "Give Shevat the floor please."
No, but I bet she's one badass orclach.
----
A king's ransom of golden sovereigns tells you, "Hey! I want to marry Oneiroi."
I don't think you can bribe Them, sorry.
Darvellan poses with His hands upon His hips, His cape flung behind Him.
Breaking a piece of coal into small chunks, you pick out a plump shard and ponder Darvellan for a moment. With an image in your mind you deftly sketch His features upon a thin sketch sheet, preserving them for future use.
;;)
EDIT: Victory sign icon no worky.
Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it.
Now see, if it was a nude portrait...then that would definitely be a happy solstice for all.
Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it.
2014/12/21 21:05:59 - Erythrykos aligns the Wyrden Blood House of Feyranti with the Free Forest of Glomdoring, which now awaits approval of the ruling council.
Um... Wtf? Why?
When Glomdoring was born, Daevos was the Warlord of Magnagora. There were many, many issues between us.
guttural croaks. A strange thrumming fills your stomach, and you watch in horror as warts break out
over your skin which then turns green and slimy. The world seems to suddenly become much larger...or
are you becoming smaller? Hmm, why do you have a sudden craving for flies?
You come back into focus as the blur illusion vanishes. (2.674s)
(p) 1171h, 1162m, 1162e, 7p, 3865en, 3865w Bexp-
Ryboi reads a scroll.
(p) 1171h, 1162m, 1162e, 7p, 3865en, 3865w Bexp-
Ryboi recharges a Scroll of Healing from an energy cube.
(p) 1171h, 1162m, 1162e, 7p, 3865en, 3865w Bexp-
You see High Wisdom Enadonella, Chosen of Ellindel yell, "Glory be to Mother Moon!"
(p) 1171h, 1162m, 1162e, 7p, 3865en, 3865w Bexp-
Synkarin appears to play a simple mandolin, but you hear no sound.
Ryboi cries out in astonishment.
(p) 1171h, 1162m, 1162e, 7p, 3865en, 3865w Bexp-
You suddenly perceive the vague outline of an aura of rebounding around Taevyn.
(p) 1171h, 1162m, 1162e, 7p, 3865en, 3865w Bexp-
You bring the lively music to a deathly crescendo, and though it would seem impossible, Ryboi dances
harder and faster than ever before. Sweat pours from his skin until, with a short, gasping breath,
he expires from exhaustion.
You have slain Ryboi.
Having been too much for the mortal threads of Ryboi, he screams in agony as flames engulf his body
and burn it to a crisp.
Signature!
You see Eurytus, Master of the Hunt shout, "No, they have not but I have smelled the scent."
Eurytus, Master of the Hunt coughs softly.
Everiine rubs his fingers in his ears for a moment.
Eurytus, Master of the Hunt says, "Excuse my exuberance. This has gotten me riled up."