Hunting in astral with @Feyr when company shows up. This log is preceded by me running.. running out of room to run.. and hoping for the best.
You reach out to Mother Moon and feel her comforting nature surround you. 4696h, 2912m, 4092e, 10p xb- (m&m): System paused. (p) 4696h, 2912m, 4092e, 10p xb- You have recovered equilibrium. (4.181s) (p) 4696h, 2987m, 4092e, 10p exb-(+75m, 2.4%) You watch in amazement as Nayl begins to cling to the branches in such a clever way that he maintains a great deal of freedom of action. (p) 4696h, 3144m, 4092e, 10p exb-(+157m, 5.0%) Nayl gives you the once over. (p) 4696h, 3144m, 4092e, 10p exb- Nayl carefully wipes all the poisons off of a red and black iron jakari. (p) 4696h, 3144m, 4092e, 10p exb- Nayl gives you the once over. (p) 4696h, 3144m, 4092e, 10p exb- You jump aside, narrowly avoiding the attack. (p) 4696h, 3144m, 4092e, 10p exb- Nayl gives you the once over. (p) 4696h, 3144m, 4092e, 10p exb- Nayl carefully wipes all the poisons off of a red and black iron jakari. (p) 4696h, 3144m, 4092e, 10p exb- Nayl gives you the once over. (p) 4696h, 3144m, 4092e, 10p exb- You jump aside, narrowly avoiding the attack. (p) 4696h, 3144m, 4092e, 10p exb- You feel yourself drawn to Mother Moon's bosom. Atop a platform bathed in moonlight. The massive Moon Dish sits regally atop the raised stone platform, its concave form collecting stray beams of moonlight. Floating slightly above the ground, Ysun, the Moon Priestess is surrounded by beams of silver light. You see a single exit leading down. (p) 4696h, 3144m, 4092e, 10p exb- To whom do you wish to tell? (p) 4696h, 3144m, 4092e, 10p exb- A silver glow surrounds the Moon Dish. (p) 4696h, 3144m, 4092e, 10p exb- You sent the following message to Nayl: // HAH winning. Nayl would like you to know that: Oh. Ok. Sure. Why Not. (p) 4696h, 3144m, 4092e, 10p xb- (m&m): System unpaused. 4696h, 3144m, 4092e, 10p exb- Nayl tells you, "//Garg, didn't realise was forested." 4696h, 3144m, 4092e, 10p exb- Nayl tells you, "//Well played."
@Nayl - hope we keep meeting like this and that one day I'll be a decent challenge.
enter ship You swim onto the ship of the dead. --- Area 39: The Emperor's Glory -- v3588 ---
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------------------ 2:0:-1 ------------------- Beneath a figurehead covered in seaweed. A skeleton floats in the water, brandishing a sword. You see exits leading southwest, west, northwest, and out. Your karma rises in response to your deeds. You gain a new honour! 09:33:39.72|100%h|98%m|100%e|8p|96%en|100%w mBek- (-75m) (+6475 essence)
You have completed the Necromentate's final task! Tremula rushes off, as if called by the some distant sound. The thunderous call of the Necromentate pierces your mind, and you cannot help but answer the call. You travel fluidly across the Basin of Life, almost unaware of your travels. Before you know it, you stand before the Necromentate. --- Area 47: The City of Magnagora v4177 ---
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--- the Pit of the Necromentate -- 0:0:-3 --- The Pit of the Necromentate. The huge bulbous brain of the Necromentate pulsates within the pit below. There are 4955 spikes sticking out of the Necromentate. Warhammer in hand, Kunthin Shadowarm stands here rigidly. You see a single exit leading up. 09:33:40.07|100%h|98%m|100%e|8p|96%en|100%w mBek-
You have recovered balance on all limbs. (2.26) 09:33:41.98|100%h|98%m|100%e|8p|96%en|100%w mBexk-
The Horn of Urlach is blown, and an ominous, dark note reverberates across the land from the middle of the Inner Sea. 09:33:45.73|100%h|98%m|100%e|8p|96%en|100%w mBexk-
As the Horn of Urlach's sound rises up throughout the Basin of Life, its peal grows in strength and volume. 09:33:46.20|100%h|100%m|100%e|8p|96%en|100%w mBexk- (+75m)
Lord Akyaevin n'Lochli says, "Damnit, I missed the summon." 09:33:46.43|100%h|100%m|100%e|8p|96%en|100%w mBexk-
Distant forms begin to rise up from Spectre Isle and Shallach, wavering and insubstantial as they struggle fitfully in the skies above. 09:33:52.95|100%h|98%m|100%e|9p|96%en|100%w mBexk- (-75m)
Lord Akyaevin n'Lochli says, "But I get to watch you be EATEN!" 09:33:55.98|100%h|98%m|100%e|9p|96%en|100%w mBexk- grin The corners of your mouth turn up as you grin mischievously. 09:33:59.12|100%h|98%m|100%e|9p|96%en|100%w mBexk-
As if dragged by invisible bonds, the spectres, spirits and undead wail violently, some in protest others in ecstasy, as they are slowly funneled toward the tainted city of Magnagora. 09:34:00.28|100%h|98%m|100%e|9p|96%en|100%w mBexk-
With a horrendous sound, the undead are funneled, slowly at first and then at a rapid speed, into the tainted miasma that surrounds the city, disappearing. Soon, their wailing ceases. 09:34:06.83|100%h|100%m|100%e|10p|96%en|100%w mBexk- (+75m)
Great flurries of spectres and undead go shrieking past you, clawing and grabbing at you in passing as if looking for some safe purchase. Soon their wailings silence, as the last of them are sucked beneath the city. 09:34:13.60|100%h|98%m|100%e|10p|96%en|100%w mBexk- (-75m)
The Necromentate opens his mouth as a great host of spectres and undead come flying in from nearby, shrieking and wailing in protest. Several grab onto you, which you bat away compulsively. One by one they are consumed by the Necromentate - then, two by two, and soon it is in uncountable masses as the wailing forms race by, each indiscernible from the next. 09:34:20.34|100%h|98%m|100%e|10p|96%en|100%w mBexk-
As the last of the spectres pass, the Necromentate's tentacles whip up suddenly, lashing about. 09:34:27.36|100%h|98%m|100%e|10p|96%en|100%w mBexk-
The Necromentate's tentacles lash out, grasping ahold of you, yanking you angrily into the pit with it. 09:34:30.78|100%h|98%m|100%e|10p|96%en|100%w mBexk-
With a hungry, terrible roar the Necromentate shoves you into his mouth, and all goes dark. After long moments, your surroundings flicker into existence, completely insubstantial yet vaguely familiar. This room has not been mapped. Within the Infernal Machine. The shrouded form of a wight floats ominously in the air here. A burning pentacle rests within a depressed alcove, amidst a maelstrom of blue fire. In the shape of an open palm, a metallic sigil lies here. A sigil in the shape of a small, rectangular monolith is on the ground. You see exits leading north, east, south, west, up, down, and in.
As your vision clears, you find yourself within a horrific machine of flesh and blood. Grasped within your hand is an iron key, its demonic skull handle grinning up at you. You have completed the Strong Arm of the Demon Lords of Nil quest! You have gained a new honour! The Iron Key to the Infernal Machine materialises in your hands.
I'm not saying he hit Scottish! I don't know if that can be classified as any manner of accent actually found on earth. Just guessing he was probably maybe trying for that. I can totally see it as generically sort of Scandanavian as much as Scottish now that you mention it though.
Any sufficiently advanced pun is indistinguishable from comedy.
Really? I heard this guy's voice when I read the one you're reading as Scottish:
Hoo hoo! Big Nature blowout! Anti-Kethuru suits fifty-percent off, and we've all your basic needs, including a restoratice ice of my own invention. Act now and you can get time in the soothing steam spa!
Really? I heard this guy's voice when I read the one you're reading as Scottish:
Oh shit. I was going to RP as a shopkeeper merchant! Glad I didn't do it.
I didn't realize people would take notice of little old me. Some of you were right! It's Scottish slang and phonics.
I admire your candour sir, but why did you have to choose an accent which is second only to Welsh as the hardest one to understand. I'm English and I can barely understand them.
I feel that this is a lost chance, none of you are even dwarven.
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.
Ankaris tells you, "Yo! Faragan is following Faragan."
Faraganception!
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 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 scoop up a handful of dirt and spit into it. Molding the fouled mud into a egg-shaped ball, it oozes pure oily taint and begins to pulse with a life of its own.
Trailed by the ambrosial scents of myriad confections, Crumkane, Lord of Epicurean Delights, descends upon the First World once more.
You tell Crumkane, Lord of Epicurean Delights, "What did the custard pie say to the sundae? you're whipped."
The heady scent of aromatic cuisines saturates the air, accompanied by the portly form of Crumkane, Lord of Epicurean Delights, who arrives amidst wisps of fragranced smoke.
With the smallest flick of His finger, Crumkane sends you flying headlong into the depths of the Astral Plane.
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Oh god, not again. Here comes another hai'gloh.
Magnagora! You must defend Celestia!
4696h, 2912m, 4092e, 10p xb-
(m&m): System paused.
(p) 4696h, 2912m, 4092e, 10p xb-
You have recovered equilibrium. (4.181s)
(p) 4696h, 2987m, 4092e, 10p exb-(+75m, 2.4%)
You watch in amazement as Nayl begins to cling to the branches in such a clever way that he
maintains a great deal of freedom of action.
(p) 4696h, 3144m, 4092e, 10p exb-(+157m, 5.0%)
Nayl gives you the once over.
(p) 4696h, 3144m, 4092e, 10p exb-
Nayl carefully wipes all the poisons off of a red and black iron jakari.
(p) 4696h, 3144m, 4092e, 10p exb-
Nayl gives you the once over.
(p) 4696h, 3144m, 4092e, 10p exb-
You jump aside, narrowly avoiding the attack.
(p) 4696h, 3144m, 4092e, 10p exb-
Nayl gives you the once over.
(p) 4696h, 3144m, 4092e, 10p exb-
Nayl carefully wipes all the poisons off of a red and black iron jakari.
(p) 4696h, 3144m, 4092e, 10p exb-
Nayl gives you the once over.
(p) 4696h, 3144m, 4092e, 10p exb-
You jump aside, narrowly avoiding the attack.
(p) 4696h, 3144m, 4092e, 10p exb-
You feel yourself drawn to Mother Moon's bosom.
Atop a platform bathed in moonlight.
The massive Moon Dish sits regally atop the raised stone platform, its concave form collecting stray
beams of moonlight. Floating slightly above the ground, Ysun, the Moon Priestess is surrounded by
beams of silver light.
You see a single exit leading down.
(p) 4696h, 3144m, 4092e, 10p exb-
To whom do you wish to tell?
(p) 4696h, 3144m, 4092e, 10p exb-
A silver glow surrounds the Moon Dish.
(p) 4696h, 3144m, 4092e, 10p exb-
You sent the following message to Nayl: // HAH winning.
Nayl would like you to know that: Oh. Ok. Sure. Why Not.
(p) 4696h, 3144m, 4092e, 10p xb-
(m&m): System unpaused.
4696h, 3144m, 4092e, 10p exb-
Nayl tells you, "//Garg, didn't realise was forested."
4696h, 3144m, 4092e, 10p exb-
Nayl tells you, "//Well played."
@Nayl - hope we keep meeting like this and that one day I'll be a decent challenge.
You swim onto the ship of the dead.
--- Area 39: The Emperor's Glory -- v3588 ---
[ ]
| \
[>] [x] [x]-[ ]-[+]
| /
[ ]
------------------ 2:0:-1 -------------------
Beneath a figurehead covered in seaweed.
A skeleton floats in the water, brandishing a sword.
You see exits leading southwest, west, northwest, and out.
Your karma rises in response to your deeds.
You gain a new honour!
09:33:39.72|100%h|98%m|100%e|8p|96%en|100%w mBek-
(-75m) (+6475 essence)
You have completed the Necromentate's final task!
Tremula rushes off, as if called by the some distant sound.
The thunderous call of the Necromentate pierces your mind, and you cannot help but answer the call. You travel fluidly across the Basin of Life, almost unaware of your travels. Before you know it, you stand before the Necromentate.
--- Area 47: The City of Magnagora v4177 ---
[+]
--- the Pit of the Necromentate -- 0:0:-3 ---
The Pit of the Necromentate.
The huge bulbous brain of the Necromentate pulsates within the pit below. There are 4955 spikes sticking out of the Necromentate. Warhammer in hand, Kunthin Shadowarm stands here rigidly.
You see a single exit leading up.
09:33:40.07|100%h|98%m|100%e|8p|96%en|100%w mBek-
You have recovered balance on all limbs. (2.26)
09:33:41.98|100%h|98%m|100%e|8p|96%en|100%w mBexk-
The Horn of Urlach is blown, and an ominous, dark note reverberates across the land from the middle of the Inner Sea.
09:33:45.73|100%h|98%m|100%e|8p|96%en|100%w mBexk-
As the Horn of Urlach's sound rises up throughout the Basin of Life, its peal grows in strength and volume.
09:33:46.20|100%h|100%m|100%e|8p|96%en|100%w mBexk-
(+75m)
Lord Akyaevin n'Lochli says, "Damnit, I missed the summon."
09:33:46.43|100%h|100%m|100%e|8p|96%en|100%w mBexk-
Distant forms begin to rise up from Spectre Isle and Shallach, wavering and insubstantial as they struggle fitfully in the skies above.
09:33:52.95|100%h|98%m|100%e|9p|96%en|100%w mBexk-
(-75m)
Lord Akyaevin n'Lochli says, "But I get to watch you be EATEN!"
09:33:55.98|100%h|98%m|100%e|9p|96%en|100%w mBexk-
grin
The corners of your mouth turn up as you grin mischievously.
09:33:59.12|100%h|98%m|100%e|9p|96%en|100%w mBexk-
As if dragged by invisible bonds, the spectres, spirits and undead wail violently, some in protest others in ecstasy, as they are slowly funneled toward the tainted city of Magnagora.
09:34:00.28|100%h|98%m|100%e|9p|96%en|100%w mBexk-
With a horrendous sound, the undead are funneled, slowly at first and then at a rapid speed, into the tainted miasma that surrounds the city, disappearing. Soon, their wailing ceases.
09:34:06.83|100%h|100%m|100%e|10p|96%en|100%w mBexk-
(+75m)
Great flurries of spectres and undead go shrieking past you, clawing and grabbing at you in passing as if looking for some safe purchase. Soon their wailings silence, as the last of them are sucked beneath the city.
09:34:13.60|100%h|98%m|100%e|10p|96%en|100%w mBexk-
(-75m)
The Necromentate opens his mouth as a great host of spectres and undead come flying in from nearby, shrieking and wailing in protest. Several grab onto you, which you bat away compulsively. One by one they are consumed by the Necromentate - then, two by two, and soon it is in uncountable masses as the wailing forms race by, each indiscernible from the next.
09:34:20.34|100%h|98%m|100%e|10p|96%en|100%w mBexk-
As the last of the spectres pass, the Necromentate's tentacles whip up suddenly, lashing about.
09:34:27.36|100%h|98%m|100%e|10p|96%en|100%w mBexk-
The Necromentate's tentacles lash out, grasping ahold of you, yanking you angrily into the pit with it.
09:34:30.78|100%h|98%m|100%e|10p|96%en|100%w mBexk-
With a hungry, terrible roar the Necromentate shoves you into his mouth, and all goes dark. After long moments, your surroundings flicker into existence, completely insubstantial yet vaguely familiar.
This room has not been mapped.
Within the Infernal Machine.
The shrouded form of a wight floats ominously in the air here. A burning pentacle rests within a depressed alcove, amidst a maelstrom of blue fire. In the shape of an open palm, a metallic sigil lies here. A sigil in the shape of a small, rectangular monolith is on the ground.
You see exits leading north, east, south, west, up, down, and in.
As your vision clears, you find yourself within a horrific machine of flesh and blood. Grasped within your hand is an iron key, its demonic skull handle grinning up at you.
You have completed the Strong Arm of the Demon Lords of Nil quest!
You have gained a new honour!
The Iron Key to the Infernal Machine materialises in your hands.
Ixion tells you, "// I don't think anyone else had a clue, amazing form."
Estarra the Eternal says, "Give Shevat the floor please."
Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it.
Really? I read it as German, then suddenly as French. I'm not even sure on the other one, heheh.
Ixion tells you, "// I don't think anyone else had a clue, amazing form."
Ixion tells you, "// I don't think anyone else had a clue, amazing form."
I didn't realize people would take notice of little old me. Some of you were right! It's Scottish slang and phonics.
Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it.
A sickly brownie tells you, "Erania misunderstands the feet of the fae."
13:48:40.99|92%h|102%m|100%e|10p|99%en|99%w mBexk-
You may drink another purgative or curing potion. (1.49)
13:48:41.38|92%h|102%m|100%e|10p|99%en|99%w mBexk-
Marcella swells triumphantly, bellowing out a manic "WAHA!!"
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Marcella confirmed to be
Ixion tells you, "// I don't think anyone else had a clue, amazing form."
Sorry for the double-post, but looks like @Xenthos finna start another war.
Ixion tells you, "// I don't think anyone else had a clue, amazing form."
Faraganception!
Signature!
Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it.
Estarra the Eternal says, "Give Shevat the floor please."
oozes pure oily taint and begins to pulse with a life of its own.
Aww, it's kicking ^^
You store 1 flax in the rift, bringing the total to 3877.
p flax
It weights 1 ounce(s).
I am already carrying around more than 242 pounds of flax! I wouldn't even know what to do with another.
descends upon the First World once more.
You tell Crumkane, Lord of Epicurean Delights, "What did the custard pie say to the sundae? you're whipped."
The heady scent of aromatic cuisines saturates the air, accompanied by the portly form of Crumkane,
Lord of Epicurean Delights, who arrives amidst wisps of fragranced smoke.
With the smallest flick of His finger, Crumkane sends you flying headlong into the depths of the
Astral Plane.
:-?