Almost completely surrounded by vibrant, shifting greenery, this enclosed area is soothing and quiet, a refuge from the distractions of the surroundings. Most of the sounds of the forest feel distant here, though the tinkling of streams and the chirping of birds somehow filter through the surrounding soft walls of foliage. Within the protective enclosure, songs and other pleasing sounds repeat in soft, muted echoes, creating a gentle cadence with their own reflections, in a tempo that matches the rhythms of the forest itself. Covered in bone armour, watching you warily, a silver-furred vixen sniffs the air. A steady cadence fills the air here, gently keeping rhythm with the beat of the forest. A sigil in the shape of a small, rectangular monolith is on the ground. Shrouded by an aura of mist and modulating stars, a winged unicorn stands here with a serene countenance.
You see a single exit leading south.
Attempting to regain her composure, you say, "Oh... Oh Voice... if... if You could... just share with us Spiritsingers... what is it that makes You so kind as to share Your gifts with us, through the Wild Arrane... lessons... guidance..." Her body taking on a tremor, she says mostly to herself, "Oh Gods, I did... I did not prepare myself for the chance You would one day respond to me talking to You..."
Like a lonely bird, the Voice of Trialante sings, "... Guidance? I guide?... I sing... like a bird, like a sparrow, I away to think..."
The steady cadence of Trialante fades away as the disembodied voice leaves into the trees.
You still hear Her voice - birdsong calling to meet the day - and you wonder, you wonder if She has truly gone to think.
Echoes of the Voice of Trialante.
Almost completely surrounded by vibrant, shifting greenery, this enclosed area is soothing and quiet, a refuge from the distractions of the surroundings. Most of the sounds of the forest feel distant here, though the tinkling of streams and the chirping of birds somehow filter through the surrounding soft walls of foliage. Within the protective enclosure, songs and other pleasing sounds repeat in soft, muted echoes, creating a gentle cadence with their own reflections, in a tempo that matches the rhythms of the forest itself. Covered in bone armour, watching you warily, a silver-furred vixen sniffs the air. A sigil in the shape of a small, rectangular monolith is on the ground. Shrouded by an aura of mist and modulating stars, a winged unicorn stands here with a serene countenance.
You see a single exit leading south.
-=-=-=-=-=-
Uhmmm...
So I lost the Voice of Trialante...
Which is simultaneously laugh, smile, and cry worthy.
I think this solidifies my Worst Champion Ever award.
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.
You hold a kaleidoscopic telescope to your eye, you twist the end and stare intently through its twinkling surfaces. Through the glittering faceted planes, you see:
Avurekhos: ? A room of stags goring an effigy of Lavinya
Uhhh... wha?
Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it.
When people get scried sometimes they change their manse room names to something deeply insulting or whimsical like that.
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The Portal of Fate flashes as Everine steps through, now ready to begin a fresh life in Lusternia.
...
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.
Logged in to Globglob spam at the nexus then this happened unexpectedly. From @Crek's POV since I was on the flash client. This was fun, admins!
Siam Star-eyes says, "That mugwump is so irritating."
You say, "I know he is."
Shadows bleed up from the ground and form into a redcap.
Siam Star-eyes says to a redcap, "You. Entertain me."
Siam urges you onwards.
Siam Star-eyes says to you, "Make him entertain me."
A redcap slashes himself with a thin razor, causing blood to spurt from the wound, which he soaks up with his little cap.
Siam gives a horrified gasp.
With a blood-drunken drawl, a redcap says, "Ye entertain ye-self."
A redcap slashes himself with a thin razor, causing blood to spurt from the wound, which he soaks up with his little cap.
Siam takes a drink from a gem-wrapped steel vial of the Leviathan.
Siam Star-eyes says to a redcap, "Stop that."
You hide a grin behind your hand.
Siam takes a drink from a gem-wrapped steel vial of the Leviathan.
A redcap slashes himself with a thin razor, causing blood to spurt from the wound, which he soaks up with his little cap.
Siam takes a drink from a gem-wrapped steel vial of the Leviathan.
Siam whispers something to a redcap. A redcap seems to settle down.
A redcap sprints out to the north, iron boots thudding on the ground.
The sound of rapid clunking alerts you to a redcap sprinting in from the north.
Siam gives a horrified gasp.
You see Siam Star-eyes yell, "Get back here!"
You give a redcap the once-over, eyeing him suspiciously. 5260h, 6600m, 6615e, 10p, 23400en, 30900w exkb<>-probe redcap Short and stocky, this redcap is immediately recognisable due to its namesake red hat, which upon closer inspection can be seen to be dyed its scarlet colour by constantly flowing blood, kept fresh and liquid by the magic of the creature. Its arms taper down into hands bearing three long fingers, tipped with the long, wicked claws that are its primary weapons. There is none of the usual mischief evident in Fae in this redcap, simply malicious intent shining through his crimson eyes. A constant low sniggering accompanies the clunk of its iron boots, their thickness and apparent solidity seeming incongruous on such a small creature. Nevertheless its movements are unbelievably swift, the heavy boots somehow no obstacle to this strange Fae. A redcap seems to be unafraid. He weighs about 100 pounds. He is loyal to Siam Star-eyes. You cannot see what a redcap is holding. It has the following aliases: redcap, fae.
A redcap dances about merrily, slinging blood throughout the glade.
Siam Star-eyes asks a redcap, "Now. Where were we?"
Siam kneels and reverently places a palm on the ground. A small crevice opens up in the earth and an athame dagger floats up and into Siam's hands.
You say, "I believe this redcap has a great sense of decoration."
Siam begins to wield an athame dagger in his left hand.
You beam broadly at a redcap.
Tapping his athame lightly on one hand, Siam Star-eyes says, "Your loyalties are questionable."
With a grumble, a redcap exclaims, "Ye loyalties are questionable!"
Siam Star-eyes says to a redcap, "No. Your loyalties are questionable."
Siam Star-eyes asks you, "A little help here?"
You shake your head.
"Hmph!" A redcap snorts.
Siam narrows his eyes at a redcap in an unnerving manner.
A redcap disappears in a sudden flash of red.
Siam Star-eyes says to you, "I have bad luck with redcaps today."
You ask Siam, "Maybe a barghest instead?"
Siam tugs his chin thoughtfully.
You say to Siam, "You could play fetch."
Shadows bleed up from the ground and form into a barghest.
Siam pets a barghest ingratiatingly.
Siam Star-eyes says to a barghest, "Now here's a good barghest." He throws a twig to the north before turning to the barghest, "Now, fetch!""
A barghest stares implacably at Siam.
Siam grunts noncommitally.
A barghest siddles up alongside Siam, staring where the twig went.
You hide a grin behind your hand.
A barghest lifts his leg, releasing a steaming stream of acidic, toxic urine against Siam's leg.
You cackle hellishly.
Grabbing fistfuls of tenebrous hair, Siam Star-eyes says, "Oi!"
Growling, a barghest says, "Fetch it yourself. I'm a barrrrghest, not a retriever."
Siam jumps back and glares at the offending barghest.
A barghest glares offended-like at Siam.
Siam Star-eyes says to a barghest, "Think of the twig as an enemies' leg. It's easier that way."
Shaking his head, Siam Star-eyes says, "You soiled me robe, too."
A barghest says, "Yarrgh, then fetch it your bloody redcap-buggering self."
Shadows bleed up from the ground and form into a redcap.
You blink.
Siam Star-eyes says to a redcap, "You. Make this barghest fetch the twig."
You say to Siam, "Keep away from the redcaps."
Siam Star-eyes says to a barghest, "Fetch it, I say."
Glaring at a barghest, Siam prods him repeatedly, the height of rudeness.
A barghest turns and snarls at Siam's pelvis.
A barghest says, "Fetch the twig? Hard to see, but I'll take a bite at it."
Siam turns about as to hide his behind from the barghest's view.
Siam Star-eyes says to a barghest, "Now that's just rude."
Grinning wickedly sharp, jagged teeth, a barghest says, "That's just too easy."
Sighing dejectedly, Siam Star-eyes asks, "Things would be perfect if you just obeyed, you know?"
Siam glances askance at a barghest.
Siam Star-eyes says to a redcap, "And you there, stop staring like a simpering idiot."
A barghest says, "Let's see. I am a fae bound to Mother Night, and you are a mere little mortal bound to Mother Night. Who should be surving who?"
"Hmph!" A barghest snorts.
Siam Star-eyes says to you, "I have bad luck with fae this month."
A barghest releases another stream of acidic fluid at Siam, before marching off into the shadows.
Siam slumps down dejectedly.
Shadows bleed up from the ground and form into a slaugh.
Siam raises his hand in greeting to a slaugh and says "Hi!"
With a flourish of his arm, Eliron bows deeply.
Siam bows respectfully to Eliron.
Siam Star-eyes says to a slaugh, "Hello, lady. Nice weather this month."
Siam Star-eyes asks a slaugh, "Would you be so kind as to give me advise on dealing with barghests and redcaps?"
Picking a bit of decaying flesh from beneath one nail, a slaugh says, "Stop bothering them."
Deflating piteously, Siam Star-eyes says, "Oh."
In a small voice, Siam Star-eyes says, "Okay. Thank you for the assistance."
Siam Star-eyes asks Eliron, "Hello, Maetro. I trust no barghest has peed upon your person today?"
Viravain, Lady of the Thorns shouts, "And You would seize Me? Fool! I am the Glomdoring! I am the Wyrd, and beneath the cloak of Night, the shadows of the Silent stir!"
You hold a kaleidoscopic telescope to your eye, you twist the end and stare intently through its twinkling surfaces. Through the glittering faceted planes, you see:
Avurekhos: ? A room of stags goring an effigy of Lavinya
Uhhh... wha?
It's a private joke that when he gores Lavinya to death it's actually a deadly sign of affection! Who says you can't still have fun with the enemy? Avurekhos is awesome (even when he kills me dead.)
A foreboding thrum fills the air as a stream of miniscule multi-coloured motes of light swarms down upon you, draining your mind, body and soul of strength as you are reprimanded by the divine might of Isune.
Never seen this before. It must be recorded for posterity.
Any sufficiently advanced pun is indistinguishable from comedy.
(Celest): Saoirse says, "Seeking someone to hit me please." (Celest): Saoirse says, "For um a test." You tell Priestess Saoirse Kissane-McCloud, "I VOLUNTEER AS TRIBUTE." Saoirse tells you, "Too late Fatniss."
A blaring horn rings out, accompanying a stream of candies and pastries that fills the sky, aimed towards $=(Munsia) who awaits them in anticipation. Just as the downpour of culinary delights is about to end, a loud pop fills the air, and $=(Munsia)'s form explodes, sending a spray of blood, guts, and edible treats flying upward, a look of misery present on $=($his) face as $=(his$) head hurtles through the heavens.
A blaring horn rings out, accompanying a stream of candies and pastries that fills the sky, aimed towards $=(Munsia) who awaits them in anticipation. Just as the downpour of culinary delights is about to end, a loud pop fills the air, and $=(Munsia)'s form explodes, sending a spray of blood, guts, and edible treats flying upward, a look of misery present on $=($his) face as $=(his$) head hurtles through the heavens.
Woke up a little bit after Avurekhos started raiding Morgfyre's realm. We caught him and dealt with him, then...
6 ) 2015/01/09 00:19:37 - Marcella: "Anytime you try to chase him he just gets away while you're writhing." 7 ) 2015/01/09 00:19:41 - Subotai: "We all wanted a piece of the stag." 8 ) 2015/01/09 00:19:52 - Marcella: "I was going to 1v1 him but he kept running away from me." 9 ) 2015/01/09 00:20:01 - Lavinya: "He only wanted a piece of Arcanis, apparently." 10) 2015/01/09 00:20:32 - Tremula: "He can't writhe away from a perfect fifth." 11) 2015/01/09 00:20:45 - Subotai: "No, but he can gust or headbutt you out of it." 12) 2015/01/09 00:20:58 - Palici: "I could come and try some explosions?" 13) 2015/01/09 00:21:07 - Lavinya: "Obviously he only died thanks to Tremula, credit where it is due people." 14) 2015/01/09 00:21:15 - Subotai: "Glory be to Tremula." 15) 2015/01/09 00:21:34 - Tremula: "Come on, you'll make my head big." 16) 2015/01/09 00:21:39 - Marcella: "Nothing matters but Tremula." 17) 2015/01/09 00:21:46 - Subotai: "F'ai Tremula." 18) 2015/01/09 00:26:26 - Cauthorn: "He's nearing the blasted lan... yea." 19) 2015/01/09 00:26:39 - Synkarin: "You guys got this." 20) 2015/01/09 00:26:44 - Synkarin: "Just bring Tremula."
Considering that's likely the first time I've ever seen Him zap someone, He needed to test it out.
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.
No offense, but last time I checked, "it" isn't really a gender. "It" refers to a piece of furniture or an inanimate object.
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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EveriineWise Old Swordsbird / BrontaurIndianapolis, IN, USA
Gaudiguchian Divine zaps insolent mortal? I don't see the problem.
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.
(The Crux): Svana (from an Aetherbubble) says, "I have this weird thing where I like to imagine that all the true ascendants might one day gather in a room atop Avechna's peak, then form a giant musky love pile and combine their powers to create the Seal of Love, and Kethuru will be forever banished by the fluorescent pink incandescence that radiates from their collective lovechild."
(The Crux): Svana (from an Aetherbubble) says, "I have this weird thing where I like to imagine that all the true ascendants might one day gather in a room atop Avechna's peak, then form a giant musky love pile and combine their powers to create the Seal of Love, and Kethuru will be forever banished by the fluorescent pink incandescence that radiates from their collective lovechild."
Sounds good. Lots of boy-love there. *popcorn*
Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it.
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Taint makes superior of course. B-)
Through the glittering faceted planes, you see:
Avurekhos: ? A room of stags goring an effigy of Lavinya
Uhhh... wha?
Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it.
...
Siam Star-eyes says, "That mugwump is so irritating."
You say, "I know he is."
Shadows bleed up from the ground and form into a redcap.
Siam Star-eyes says to a redcap, "You. Entertain me."
Siam urges you onwards.
Siam Star-eyes says to you, "Make him entertain me."
A redcap slashes himself with a thin razor, causing blood to spurt from the wound, which he soaks up
with his little cap.
Siam gives a horrified gasp.
With a blood-drunken drawl, a redcap says, "Ye entertain ye-self."
A redcap slashes himself with a thin razor, causing blood to spurt from the wound, which he soaks up
with his little cap.
Siam takes a drink from a gem-wrapped steel vial of the Leviathan.
Siam Star-eyes says to a redcap, "Stop that."
You hide a grin behind your hand.
Siam takes a drink from a gem-wrapped steel vial of the Leviathan.
A redcap slashes himself with a thin razor, causing blood to spurt from the wound, which he soaks up
with his little cap.
Siam takes a drink from a gem-wrapped steel vial of the Leviathan.
Siam whispers something to a redcap.
A redcap seems to settle down.
A redcap sprints out to the north, iron boots thudding on the ground.
The sound of rapid clunking alerts you to a redcap sprinting in from the north.
Siam gives a horrified gasp.
You see Siam Star-eyes yell, "Get back here!"
You give a redcap the once-over, eyeing him suspiciously.
5260h, 6600m, 6615e, 10p, 23400en, 30900w exkb<>-probe redcap
Short and stocky, this redcap is immediately recognisable due to its namesake red hat, which upon
closer inspection can be seen to be dyed its scarlet colour by constantly flowing blood, kept fresh
and liquid by the magic of the creature. Its arms taper down into hands bearing three long fingers,
tipped with the long, wicked claws that are its primary weapons. There is none of the usual mischief
evident in Fae in this redcap, simply malicious intent shining through his crimson eyes. A constant
low sniggering accompanies the clunk of its iron boots, their thickness and apparent solidity
seeming incongruous on such a small creature. Nevertheless its movements are unbelievably swift, the
heavy boots somehow no obstacle to this strange Fae.
A redcap seems to be unafraid.
He weighs about 100 pounds.
He is loyal to Siam Star-eyes.
You cannot see what a redcap is holding.
It has the following aliases: redcap, fae.
A redcap dances about merrily, slinging blood throughout the glade.
Siam Star-eyes asks a redcap, "Now. Where were we?"
Siam kneels and reverently places a palm on the ground. A small crevice opens up in the earth and an
athame dagger floats up and into Siam's hands.
You say, "I believe this redcap has a great sense of decoration."
Siam begins to wield an athame dagger in his left hand.
You beam broadly at a redcap.
Tapping his athame lightly on one hand, Siam Star-eyes says, "Your loyalties are questionable."
With a grumble, a redcap exclaims, "Ye loyalties are questionable!"
Siam Star-eyes says to a redcap, "No. Your loyalties are questionable."
Siam Star-eyes asks you, "A little help here?"
You shake your head.
"Hmph!" A redcap snorts.
Siam narrows his eyes at a redcap in an unnerving manner.
A redcap disappears in a sudden flash of red.
Siam Star-eyes says to you, "I have bad luck with redcaps today."
You ask Siam, "Maybe a barghest instead?"
Siam tugs his chin thoughtfully.
You say to Siam, "You could play fetch."
Shadows bleed up from the ground and form into a barghest.
Siam pets a barghest ingratiatingly.
Siam Star-eyes says to a barghest, "Now here's a good barghest." He throws a twig to the north
before turning to the barghest, "Now, fetch!""
A barghest stares implacably at Siam.
Siam grunts noncommitally.
A barghest siddles up alongside Siam, staring where the twig went.
You hide a grin behind your hand.
A barghest lifts his leg, releasing a steaming stream of acidic, toxic urine against Siam's leg.
You cackle hellishly.
Grabbing fistfuls of tenebrous hair, Siam Star-eyes says, "Oi!"
Growling, a barghest says, "Fetch it yourself. I'm a barrrrghest, not a retriever."
Siam jumps back and glares at the offending barghest.
A barghest glares offended-like at Siam.
Siam Star-eyes says to a barghest, "Think of the twig as an enemies' leg. It's easier that way."
Shaking his head, Siam Star-eyes says, "You soiled me robe, too."
A barghest says, "Yarrgh, then fetch it your bloody redcap-buggering self."
Shadows bleed up from the ground and form into a redcap.
You blink.
Siam Star-eyes says to a redcap, "You. Make this barghest fetch the twig."
You say to Siam, "Keep away from the redcaps."
Siam Star-eyes says to a barghest, "Fetch it, I say."
Glaring at a barghest, Siam prods him repeatedly, the height of rudeness.
A barghest turns and snarls at Siam's pelvis.
A barghest says, "Fetch the twig? Hard to see, but I'll take a bite at it."
Siam turns about as to hide his behind from the barghest's view.
Siam Star-eyes says to a barghest, "Now that's just rude."
Grinning wickedly sharp, jagged teeth, a barghest says, "That's just too easy."
Sighing dejectedly, Siam Star-eyes asks, "Things would be perfect if you just obeyed, you know?"
Siam glances askance at a barghest.
Siam Star-eyes says to a redcap, "And you there, stop staring like a simpering idiot."
A barghest says, "Let's see. I am a fae bound to Mother Night, and you are a mere little mortal
bound to Mother Night. Who should be surving who?"
"Hmph!" A barghest snorts.
Siam Star-eyes says to you, "I have bad luck with fae this month."
A barghest releases another stream of acidic fluid at Siam, before marching off into the shadows.
Siam slumps down dejectedly.
Shadows bleed up from the ground and form into a slaugh.
Siam raises his hand in greeting to a slaugh and says "Hi!"
With a flourish of his arm, Eliron bows deeply.
Siam bows respectfully to Eliron.
Siam Star-eyes says to a slaugh, "Hello, lady. Nice weather this month."
Siam Star-eyes asks a slaugh, "Would you be so kind as to give me advise on dealing with barghests
and redcaps?"
Picking a bit of decaying flesh from beneath one nail, a slaugh says, "Stop bothering them."
Deflating piteously, Siam Star-eyes says, "Oh."
In a small voice, Siam Star-eyes says, "Okay. Thank you for the assistance."
Siam Star-eyes asks Eliron, "Hello, Maetro. I trust no barghest has peed upon your person today?"
upon you, draining your mind, body and soul of strength as you are reprimanded by the divine might
of Isune.
Never seen this before. It must be recorded for posterity.
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(Celest): Saoirse says, "For um a test."
You tell Priestess Saoirse Kissane-McCloud, "I VOLUNTEER AS TRIBUTE."
Saoirse tells you, "Too late Fatniss."
@Saoirse is mean.
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6 ) 2015/01/09 00:19:37 - Marcella: "Anytime you try to chase him he just gets away while you're writhing."
7 ) 2015/01/09 00:19:41 - Subotai: "We all wanted a piece of the stag."
8 ) 2015/01/09 00:19:52 - Marcella: "I was going to 1v1 him but he kept running away from me."
9 ) 2015/01/09 00:20:01 - Lavinya: "He only wanted a piece of Arcanis, apparently."
10) 2015/01/09 00:20:32 - Tremula: "He can't writhe away from a perfect fifth."
11) 2015/01/09 00:20:45 - Subotai: "No, but he can gust or headbutt you out of it."
12) 2015/01/09 00:20:58 - Palici: "I could come and try some explosions?"
13) 2015/01/09 00:21:07 - Lavinya: "Obviously he only died thanks to Tremula, credit where it is due people."
14) 2015/01/09 00:21:15 - Subotai: "Glory be to Tremula."
15) 2015/01/09 00:21:34 - Tremula: "Come on, you'll make my head big."
16) 2015/01/09 00:21:39 - Marcella: "Nothing matters but Tremula."
17) 2015/01/09 00:21:46 - Subotai: "F'ai Tremula."
18) 2015/01/09 00:26:26 - Cauthorn: "He's nearing the blasted lan... yea."
19) 2015/01/09 00:26:39 - Synkarin: "You guys got this."
20) 2015/01/09 00:26:44 - Synkarin: "Just bring Tremula."
Gotta love the sass from @Lavinya.
Ixion tells you, "// I don't think anyone else had a clue, amazing form."
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Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it.