Somebody needs to sew Ventidius a raspberry beret. The kind you'd find in a secondhand store.
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.
Holding a Wand of Wonder aloft, Vivet waves it vigorously back and forth until it glows with an incandescent light before transforming into Shanth's Living Wand of Horrifying Love.
Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it.
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.
Wait until your divine sends you an astral tell, and you send a real one back.
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.
(The m'Kbrah Legacy): Marcella says, "How long does barrier last."
(The m'Kbrah Legacy): Marcella says, "I want out of this room."
(The m'Kbrah Legacy): You say, "Indefinitely."
You call upon a gust of wind to push Marcella out to the southwest.
sq sw
Near the edge of a murky swamp.
Wisps of velvety indigo fog blanket the ground, ebbing into the area from a healing shrine of Drocilla nearby. Throughout the location, small dancing flames flicker and spark. Ur'Marshal Marcella n'Lochli, Warlady of Magnagora is here, shrouded. She wields a menacing double-edged klangaxe with both hands. There is an aetherways portal here.
(The Crux): Viynain says, "Andala, Jaamil, Johan, Yurika, Kreon, Avurekhos, Neos, Azula, Enadonella, Kelly have entered the Cankermore Battlegrounds."
sq sw
Near the edge of a murky swamp.
Wisps of velvety indigo fog blanket the ground, ebbing into the area from a healing shrine of Drocilla nearby. Throughout the location, small dancing flames flicker and spark. A haze of smoke rages here. Glowing glyphs hang in the air here. With forest green eyes, a brawny wyvern with translucent bat wings prowls around here. Thick, coiling tail wound in and around itself, a terrifying basilisk spits in warning. A handsome, amber stag with ecru wings wanders about here, his head held regally. Lady Andala McCloud is here. She wields an elegant, swept-hilt rapier of chalybeous platinum in her left hand and an elegant, swept-hilt rapier of atramentous platinum in her right. Dedicant Johan Shee-Slaugh, of the Hart is here, shrouded. He wields a mystic cudgel in his left hand and a batwing shaped shield in his right. Grand Crusader Kreon Zayah, The Royal Bodyguard stands here proudly, surrounded in a radiant aura of golden flame. He wields a holy angelic ritual dagger in his left hand and a coral staff in his right. Keeper of the Word, Neos Eli'Silar, Aquamantic Egomaniac is here, shrouded. He wields a coral staff in his left hand and a tower shield of crashing waves in his right. A dapper marionette hangs here limply, suspended from silken ropes. A statuesque, urn-bearing ice nymph drifts here, fierce countenance alertly scanning the area. A statuesque, urn-bearing ice nymph drifts here, fierce countenance alertly scanning the area. Garbed in a shroud of shifting moonfire, a Ward of the Silver Trinity stands guard, eyes blackened with storm clouds. Princess Kelly McCloud is here, shrouded. She wields a scintillating rapier in her left hand and a carved aquatic mandolin in her right. There is an aetherways portal here.
Preston has been swallowed up and crushed in a chasm made by Arcanis De'Unnero. 6104h, 5571m, 5920e, 10p, 23630en, 22115w mBelrx<>- Arcanis's organs have been burst by the crushing power of The soul of Preston D'Varden.
Preston has been swallowed up and crushed in a chasm made by Arcanis De'Unnero. 6104h, 5571m, 5920e, 10p, 23630en, 22115w mBelrx<>- Arcanis's organs have been burst by the crushing power of The soul of Preston D'Varden.
Aw. How sweet. Crushed together.
How does that even happen?
With an exasperated sigh, you say, "One moment please, I'm threatening a muffin in a box!"
Preston has been swallowed up and crushed in a chasm made by Arcanis De'Unnero. 6104h, 5571m, 5920e, 10p, 23630en, 22115w mBelrx<>- Arcanis's organs have been burst by the crushing power of The soul of Preston D'Varden.
Aw. How sweet. Crushed together.
How does that even happen?
Preston hit Arcanis with burst organs at around the time that Arcanis started a chasm on him. Arcanis decided to keep the chasm going instead of curing himself. Preston did not interrupt the chasm. Preston died to chasm, Arcanis was left without enough time to cure burst organs (it's a regen cure), so down he went too.
Loudly, as if seeking the attention of the onlookers, a filthy gang urchin exclaims, "Help! I am being repressed! I have rights!" A filthy gang urchin struggles in vain in your grasp, exhausted from the feverish chase. 8146h, 7210m, 5692e, 10p, 29240en, 26400w
oh really?
The soft, hollow voice of Nocht, the Silent resounds within your mind as His words echo through the aether, "Congratulations, Arimisia. Your mastery of vermin cannot be disputed."
Kunthin Shadowarm says, "They don't teach priests to
track down prey, aye?"
You say, "Apparently not."
Esca enters from the up, emanating an aura of immense power.
You hum innocently to yourself.
Kunthin Shadowarm hums a happy tune.
Heresiarch Esca n'Lochli, Nighthawk Imperial says,
"Slowly but surely."
Kunthin Shadowarm acknowledges the point with a grave nod of
his head.
The soft, hollow voice of Nocht, the Silent resounds within your mind as His words echo through the aether, "Congratulations, Arimisia. Your mastery of vermin cannot be disputed."
Loudly, as if seeking the attention of the onlookers, a filthy gang urchin exclaims, "Help! I am being repressed! I have rights!" A filthy gang urchin struggles in vain in your grasp, exhausted from the feverish chase. 8146h, 7210m, 5692e, 10p, 29240en, 26400w
oh really?
I ... I think I have something in my eye:
Flashing a pearly smile, a filthy gang urchin says, "Oh boy, a noble from one of the Houses! Care to make a donation to the Cogs in the Smog?"
A filthy gang urchin eyes Akyaevin calculatingly.
You stare implacably at a filthy gang urchin.
Defiantly, a filthy gang urchin exclaims, "I think not!"
A filthy gang urchin dodges gracefully to the side and vanishes in a side alley.
Your body is thrown off balance.
You grab protectively at a filthy gang urchin.
A filthy gang urchin reaches into a sidepocket and blows a handful of black powder into your eyes amidst the struggle.
Your enhanced vivaciousness repels blackout.
You grab protectively at a filthy gang urchin.
A filthy gang urchin exclaims, "Keep dreamin'!"
A filthy gang urchin flaps his stunted wings once, rising just high enough so as to grab onto a piece of rope hanging from a nearby rooftop. A quick climb later, he is gone.
Your body is thrown off balance.
You grab protectively at a filthy gang urchin.
A filthy gang urchin exclaims, "I will not go back!"
A filthy gang urchin shakes free and takes a step back, eyes full of terror. In spite of his evident tiredness, he hoists himself onto a nearby ledge and vanishes between the chimneys.
You grab protectively at a filthy gang urchin.
Struggling, a filthy gang urchin exclaims, "Let me go, let me go!"
Loudly, as if seeking the attention of the onlookers, a filthy gang urchin exclaims, "Help! I am being repressed! I have rights!"
A filthy gang urchin struggles in vain in your grasp, exhausted from the feverish chase.
Clearly defeated, hopelessness in his voice, a filthy gang urchin says, "Just get it over with."
A filthy gang urchin slumps back and awaits his fate.
You give a bowl of soup to a filthy gang urchin.
A filthy gang urchin takes a bowl of soup reluctantly, defeat in his eyes as they fall upon its contents.
Scowling in silent protest, a filthy gang urchin puts a bowl of soup to his lips and begins slurping it down slowly.
A filthy gang urchin flushes with a slight purple shade and his eyes lose their focus.
A filthy gang urchin exclaims, "What... what am I doing here? I should be at the workhouse lest the Necromentate fall! Please Akyaevin, bring me home that I may do my duty!"
A filthy gang urchin begins to follow you.
Kebira n'Rotri fastens a chain around the neck of a filthy gang urchin and attaches him to the mechanism that begins to pull him deeper into the workhouse. As he is almost out the door, the urchin casts a final look behind him but there is nothing of his fire in those eyes anymore, only defeat.
Loudly, as if seeking the attention of the onlookers, a filthy gang urchin exclaims, "Help! I am being repressed! I have rights!" A filthy gang urchin struggles in vain in your grasp, exhausted from the feverish chase. 8146h, 7210m, 5692e, 10p, 29240en, 26400w
oh really?
I ... I think I have something in my eye:
Flashing a pearly smile, a filthy gang urchin says, "Oh boy, a noble from one of the Houses! Care to make a donation to the Cogs in the Smog?"
A filthy gang urchin eyes Akyaevin calculatingly.
You stare implacably at a filthy gang urchin.
Defiantly, a filthy gang urchin exclaims, "I think not!"
A filthy gang urchin dodges gracefully to the side and vanishes in a side alley.
Your body is thrown off balance.
You grab protectively at a filthy gang urchin.
A filthy gang urchin reaches into a sidepocket and blows a handful of black powder into your eyes amidst the struggle.
Your enhanced vivaciousness repels blackout.
You grab protectively at a filthy gang urchin.
A filthy gang urchin exclaims, "Keep dreamin'!"
A filthy gang urchin flaps his stunted wings once, rising just high enough so as to grab onto a piece of rope hanging from a nearby rooftop. A quick climb later, he is gone.
Your body is thrown off balance.
You grab protectively at a filthy gang urchin.
A filthy gang urchin exclaims, "I will not go back!"
A filthy gang urchin shakes free and takes a step back, eyes full of terror. In spite of his evident tiredness, he hoists himself onto a nearby ledge and vanishes between the chimneys.
You grab protectively at a filthy gang urchin.
Struggling, a filthy gang urchin exclaims, "Let me go, let me go!"
Loudly, as if seeking the attention of the onlookers, a filthy gang urchin exclaims, "Help! I am being repressed! I have rights!"
A filthy gang urchin struggles in vain in your grasp, exhausted from the feverish chase.
Clearly defeated, hopelessness in his voice, a filthy gang urchin says, "Just get it over with."
A filthy gang urchin slumps back and awaits his fate.
You give a bowl of soup to a filthy gang urchin.
A filthy gang urchin takes a bowl of soup reluctantly, defeat in his eyes as they fall upon its contents.
Scowling in silent protest, a filthy gang urchin puts a bowl of soup to his lips and begins slurping it down slowly.
A filthy gang urchin flushes with a slight purple shade and his eyes lose their focus.
A filthy gang urchin exclaims, "What... what am I doing here? I should be at the workhouse lest the Necromentate fall! Please Akyaevin, bring me home that I may do my duty!"
A filthy gang urchin begins to follow you.
Kebira n'Rotri fastens a chain around the neck of a filthy gang urchin and attaches him to the mechanism that begins to pull him deeper into the workhouse. As he is almost out the door, the urchin casts a final look behind him but there is nothing of his fire in those eyes anymore, only defeat.
What he really needs to do is occasionally ask, "Please sir, may I have another?"
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.
(Octave of the
Spirits): Selenity says, "Barrin's Big Overcompensating Manor."
(Octave of the
Spirits): Selenity says, "This manor stands approximately ten
stories tall and several cities wide with just as much depth. The
structure appears to be made primarily out of diamond. Approaching
the manor, there is a fountain of cherub-like creatures with Barrin's
face superimposed each of theirs, spitting fountain water from their
mouths. Two massive pillars stand before the entranceway to this
housing behemoth, each shaped like Barrin. One is of him standing
tall and proud with his hands on his hips. Below this, a plaque reads
'Barrin the Dominant'. The other pillar features him generously
offering his hand out to those who approach in an act of humble
supplication. It, too, has a plaque, though the transcription upon it
says 'Barrin the Kindly'. Overall, this manor seems to be proof of
its owners opulence and clear need for overcompensation."
(Octave
of the Spirits): Isluna says, "Hahahahahahahahahahahaha."
(Octave
of the Spirits): You say, "BWahahahah hahahaha."
(Octave
of the Spirits): Isluna says, "Can I title him the
Overcompensated then?"
(Octave of the
Spirits): Barrin says, "Not flashy enough, start again,
servant."
(Octave of the
Spirits): Selenity says, "Yes my liege."
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Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it.
Estarra the Eternal says, "Give Shevat the floor please."
Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it.
Some possible female illithoid names:
1. Achug
2. Asththug
3. Hlhalot
4. Kenith
5. Chuaiq
6. Keph
Wut.
Camberre D'Cente, Lord Taintbeard says, "Go make a bedroom."
Camberre D'Cente, Lord Taintbeard says, "So I can make an armoire."
You blink.
You say, "Why armoire and not cabinet."
Camberre D'Cente, Lord Taintbeard says, "FUCKING ARMOIRE."
You say, "OK FINE JEEZ."
(Poop): Camberre says, "YOU PUT BULLSHIT IN A CABINET."
(Poop): Camberre says, "YOU PUT CLOTHES IN AN ARMOIRE."
(Poop): You say, "I SAID OK FINE, JEEZ."
(Poop): Akyaevin (from the Aetherways) says, "Remind me never to open any cabinets in Camberre's house."
26. S
Yes, that's right... it's just an 'S'
Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it.
Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it.
That's pretty badass.
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6104h, 5571m, 5920e, 10p, 23630en, 22115w mBelrx<>-
Arcanis's organs have been burst by the crushing power of The soul of Preston D'Varden.
Aw. How sweet. Crushed together.
How does that even happen?
A filthy gang urchin struggles in vain in your grasp, exhausted from the feverish chase.
8146h, 7210m, 5692e, 10p, 29240en, 26400w
oh really?
You wipe the back of your hand across your head in relief as you mutter, "Whew."
Kunthin Shadowarm says, "If I may, you have serfs to do your bidding. Why are you and the Heresiarch attending to this task?"
You say, "I see no Serfs on this plane right now."
Eyeing the edge of his warhammer, Kunthin Shadowarm says, "Now! What about later? Surely you cannot capture the entire gang in a day."
You say, "I think the Heresiarch is trying to get accurate readings for a city post, I am probably not helping him."
Esca tells you, "Meanwhile I can't find any, heh."
Kunthin Shadowarm bellows with laughter and nods in agreement.
You say, "Seems he cannot find the urchins at all."
You smirk.
You say, "Ur'Guard prove to be the better hunter this day."
Nodding knowingly, Kunthin Shadowarm says, "Military training."
Kunthin Shadowarm says, "They don't teach priests to track down prey, aye?"
You say, "Apparently not."
Esca enters from the up, emanating an aura of immense power.
You hum innocently to yourself.
Kunthin Shadowarm hums a happy tune.
Heresiarch Esca n'Lochli, Nighthawk Imperial says, "Slowly but surely."
Kunthin Shadowarm acknowledges the point with a grave nod of his head.
This is OOCly heartbreaking.
(Octave of the Spirits): Selenity says, "Barrin's Big Overcompensating Manor."
(Octave of the Spirits): Selenity says, "This manor stands approximately ten stories tall and several cities wide with just as much depth. The structure appears to be made primarily out of diamond. Approaching the manor, there is a fountain of cherub-like creatures with Barrin's face superimposed each of theirs, spitting fountain water from their mouths. Two massive pillars stand before the entranceway to this housing behemoth, each shaped like Barrin. One is of him standing tall and proud with his hands on his hips. Below this, a plaque reads 'Barrin the Dominant'. The other pillar features him generously offering his hand out to those who approach in an act of humble supplication. It, too, has a plaque, though the transcription upon it says 'Barrin the Kindly'. Overall, this manor seems to be proof of its owners opulence and clear need for overcompensation."
(Octave of the Spirits): Isluna says, "Hahahahahahahahahahahaha."
(Octave of the Spirits): You say, "BWahahahah hahahaha."
(Octave of the Spirits): Isluna says, "Can I title him the Overcompensated then?"
(Octave of the Spirits): Barrin says, "Not flashy enough, start again, servant."
(Octave of the Spirits): Selenity says, "Yes my liege."