@Irillia is evil, but I will never stop loving her. Especially when she does things like this.
You say, "Now, what would you like me to sculpt your figurine as?"
Minister Irillia Shevat says, "I also did not know you had increased your artistic skills to such an extent. I would be very grateful if you could sculpt it into..."
Irillia looks about herself, rubbing her chin thoughtfully.
Minister Irillia Shevat says, "Into... Hmmm."
Leaning close to whisper, Minister Irillia Shevat says, "Hmmm. Do you think that dashing new executioner the Collective has just acquired would mind posing for a figurine?"
You tilt your head curiously.
Colouring slightly before clearing her throat and nodding quickly, you say, "Yes. He would make a fine... er, model. For the figurine."
You have emoted: Zyphora tosses her head to settle her crest of feathers
into place.
Slightly dreamily, Minister Irillia Shevat says, "The scarred, war-weary Klayok. You have to admit, no one else has ever had one before."
You have emoted: Zyphora nods before saying, "Yes, you'd likely be the first!"
Your eyes sparkle with amusement.
Minister Irillia Shevat looks thoughtful and says, "His tale was so remarkable, wasn't it? Faking his own death and interrogating his captive, before exterminating a whole nest of nasty Illuminati. Such a heroic figure."
Minister Irillia Shevat giggles before she can help it and exclaims laughingly, "And I do so enjoy being first!"
You have emoted: Zyphora blinks, before her mouth curves into a smile that seems a tad strained. "Yes, very heroic."
Clearly, Drachou should just clamber down from his perch and eat the perpetrator.
But woo! That executioner thing was a long, looong wait for Hallifax, I'm glad it turned out that awesome!
I'm of the opinion that a group of harlots should shove the offending citizen into the Lava Falls.
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.
A numb sensation flows over you as frost forms over your flesh, and you realize you are truly beautiful, the next great step in evolution, realizing that the insignificant mortals about you should worship you as a god, not consider you an equal.
A thin layer of frost forms over Xenthos as he seems to grow in size, beautiful yet cold, a heartless and frigid look settling into his eyes briefly.
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.
Stocks with rotten okorushi corpses thrown at them!
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.
Stocks would actually be fantastic. Maybe, just because I want people to perish, they could die of shame after the procession.
Maybe they are locked in there for "x" amount of time, and the only way to get out before is to be killed. Have a kill button on there that will allow them to end their time short by killing them.
Stocks would actually be fantastic. Maybe, just because I want people to perish, they could die of shame after the procession.
Maybe they are locked in there for "x" amount of time, and the only way to get out before is to be killed. Have a kill button on there that will allow them to end their time short by killing them.
That makes absolutely no sense whatsoever.... Gaudiguch is the city of FREEDOM, not forced public humiliation. You want to humiliate yourself, you're FREE to get drunk, stoned, etcetera.
Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it.
Sondayga unscrupulously quibbles about the smallest points in his argument, bringing up esoteric minutiae to support his radical theories. The logic of this argument is sound and you find yourself conceding to all the points raised.
[Target attacked with: pettifoggery| Your mindset: analytical| Rating: strong]
The stress of this debate is too much! You throw up your hands in exasperation and curse loudly, losing face in front of your peers.
(acorn): YOU LOST! ARGUE BETTER!
After a long pause in you and your interlocutor's dialectic, you lose interest in the debate and let your mind drift to other things.
The Mountain Wars erupt as the two halves of the splintered dwarven kingdom rise up against each other, while the undead masters of Angkrag turn their cold eyes greedily upon the chaos.
Deep below the Basin of Life the Kephera Empire moves to destroy the illithoid of Ixthiaxa and the Prison of Illith. In order to render assistance to her people, Queen Ptoma declares her associations with Ptoma Hive at an end. Moving in an attempt to thwart the kephera, Overmind Tkegthul casts aside his associations to focus upon the coming conflict.
The horizon glows with burnished shades of orange and red, heralding the imminent arrival of Father Sun upon the rim of the world.
How about it locks you in the room and you can't do anything but sit there? No talking, no tells, no messages, nothing besides looking. You have to fill a certain amount of time in the stocks before you can get out. An hour or so.
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.
How about it locks you in the room and you can't do anything but sit there? No talking, no tells, no messages, nothing besides looking. You have to fill a certain amount of time in the stocks before you can get out. An hour or so.
That one will grow old in seconds. You log on to Lusternia to play, not to sit and stare at the screen while being unable to do anything.
Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it.
A better implementation of something like that would be less restrictive. Yes tells, yes talking, yes emotes. You're stuck in a cage room, but you can still interact with people and RP. It would be pretty interesting RP too!
A better implementation of something like that would be less restrictive. Yes tells, yes talking, yes emotes. You're stuck in a cage room, but you can still interact with people and RP. It would be pretty interesting RP too!
Why, @Enyalida... if you had said something like that while I was still in Seren, things could've definitely gone differently between us. O:-)
Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it.
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No no no, there needs to be death, lots of death! Serenwilde will drown you, Hallifax throws you off a floating city and crushes you, I don't remember what the others do... Gaudiguch should have the dragon eat you. Or throw you into lava. Or make you undergo rapid mutations until your body can't handle it and dissolves into goo.
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.
Yeah, Bandrui is our executioner (and she's awesome), though after our vengeance game, I sort of wish White Hart would do it instead
But Bandrui doing it is terrifying (speaking from experience, of course).
Asmodea Kamau, Siren of Winter says, "Bandrui, please read bones for Everiine." Bandrui Fyrgenwig says, "That's it, Asmodea. She will read the bones for Everiine." Bandrui Fyrgenwig casts a scatter of bones on the ground, mumbling a soft, wild chant before cackling with pleasure.
A rush of chill wind sweeps through the bones, scattering them, as tendrils of grey mist rise from their surfaces, making faint shapes of faces, eyes, fur and hoof, before hovering over the collection in a silvery aura.
Bandrui Fyrgenwig's eyes begin to roll into her head as she spasms violently, a high, keening wail issuing from the depths of her throat as her hair flails around her, swinging like strands of wet silk.
Bandrui Fyrgenwig suddenly collapses before the bones, her eyes staring intently at their shape and configuration before sweeping them all up in one motion and crawling to her feet.
Bandrui Fyrgenwig exclaims, "I see... Death by drowning!!!" Throwing her hands in the air, Bandrui Fyrgenwig tosses her head back and laughs sadistically.
Assessing your weight, Bandrui Fyrgenwig chooses a slimy coil of rope from the ground of her hut. With surprising agility, she binds you up and then jabs you with a sharp shard of bone, causing your muscles to stiffen as she cackles softly.
Yanking at you with surprising strength, Bandrui Fyrgenwig drags you out to the swamplands outside her dwelling, cackling and gibbering, her silver bone necklace tapping against her collarbones.
Tranquil swamps. Superimposed over this location, an ethereal forest reaches up to the sky. The bright sun shines down, blanketing you with its life-giving warmth. A mud-covered island rises out of the surrounding waters, a few scattered, thin trees the only sign that there may perhaps have been full-blown woodlands here once long ago. To the north, the wood have once more encroached on the waters, creating a forested island. The ground continues to slope upwards to the southeast, whilst to the southwest it plunges into a deep but crystalline lake. Rising on the edge of the island is a haphazard hut overhung with entrails and bones. You see exits leading north, southeast, southwest, and in.
Bandrui Fyrgenwig stares at you and cackles, then drags you to the edge of the small lake in the southwest. She chants dark syllables into your ear, and suddenly you feel all willpower and defense leave you. Lifting you, Bandrui Fyrgenwig holds you precariously over the still waters, in which you see your reflection.
In a fierce motion, Bandrui Fyrgenwig dunks you mercilessly into the tepid waters, holding you under with supernatural strength as you struggle to free yourself. Unable to hold your breath any longer, you open your lips in desperation, only to find the water rushing into your mouth with enchanted potency, filling your lungs and squeezing out all air.
All natural noises cease in the Serenwilde forest, as if in expectation.
As the water chokes out all thoughts of breath and life, your flailing and struggling slow, and your eyes open to gaze into the murky depths, embracing the rest of death. Just before you lose consciousness, you hear as through a distance the fierce keening of a female voice, wailing with righteous despair... then darkness.
A bone-chilling wail echoes across the Serenwilde, fading into a despairing silence. You have been slain by Execution through drowning in the Serenwilde. As your soul leaves your body, the elixir vitae courses through your spirit and suddenly bursts in a bright light, forming a new body around your soul. You have been slain by Execution through drowning in the Serenwilde. A swirling force begins to tug at your soul and the world spins around you. [Treant]» Kills: 0 Deaths: 1 (Execution through drowning in the Serenwilde) [Treant]» Kills: 0 Deaths: 2 (Execution through drowning in the Serenwilde)
Bandrui Fyrgenwig stares about with large, emotionless eyes, then cleans herself up and shuffles back into her hut.
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.
Ankastra tells you, "I think it's silly that they have to be stacked like this. And so many people in the Basin have the same problem with stacking objects! I can't imagine what their shelves look like."
Ankastra tells you, "I think it's silly that they have to be stacked like this. And so many people in the Basin have the same problem with stacking objects! I can't imagine what their shelves look like."
And all of the people who lose their stuff ALL THE TIME? Without us, this place would fall apart!
(Clan): Lilija says, "The assumption is that everyone breeds like the crystal people do. Just break a piece off and plant it in a jar of sugar water." (Clan): Entrias says, "As opposed to non-lucidians, who just want to "break a piece off"."
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Minister Irillia Shevat says, "I also did not know you had increased your
artistic skills to such an extent. I would be very grateful if you could sculpt
it into..."
Irillia looks about herself, rubbing her chin thoughtfully.
Minister Irillia Shevat says, "Into... Hmmm."
Leaning close to whisper, Minister Irillia Shevat says, "Hmmm. Do you think that
dashing new executioner the Collective has just acquired would mind posing for a
figurine?"
You tilt your head curiously.
Colouring slightly before clearing her throat and nodding quickly, you say, "Yes.
He would make a fine... er, model. For the figurine."
You have emoted: Zyphora tosses her head to settle her crest of feathers
Slightly dreamily, Minister Irillia Shevat says, "The scarred, war-weary Klayok.
You have to admit, no one else has ever had one before."
You have emoted: Zyphora nods before saying, "Yes, you'd likely be the first!"
Your eyes sparkle with amusement.
Minister Irillia Shevat looks thoughtful and says, "His tale was so remarkable,
wasn't it? Faking his own death and interrogating his captive, before
exterminating a whole nest of nasty Illuminati. Such a heroic figure."
Minister Irillia Shevat giggles before she can help it and exclaims laughingly,
"And I do so enjoy being first!"
You have emoted: Zyphora blinks, before her mouth curves into a smile that seems
a tad strained. "Yes, very heroic."
A numb sensation flows over you as frost forms over your flesh, and you realize you are truly beautiful, the next great step in evolution, realizing that the insignificant mortals about you should worship you as a god, not consider you an equal.
A thin layer of frost forms over Xenthos as he seems to grow in size, beautiful yet cold, a heartless and frigid look settling into his eyes briefly.
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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.
Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it.
Or toadcurses you. *eye Celina*
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Asmodea Kamau, Siren of Winter says, "Bandrui, please read bones for Everiine."
Bandrui Fyrgenwig says, "That's it, Asmodea. She will read the bones for
Everiine."
Bandrui Fyrgenwig casts a scatter of bones on the ground, mumbling a soft, wild
chant before cackling with pleasure.
A rush of chill wind sweeps through the bones, scattering them, as tendrils of
grey mist rise from their surfaces, making faint shapes of faces, eyes, fur and
hoof, before hovering over the collection in a silvery aura.
Bandrui Fyrgenwig's eyes begin to roll into her head as she spasms violently, a
high, keening wail issuing from the depths of her throat as her hair flails
around her, swinging like strands of wet silk.
Bandrui Fyrgenwig suddenly collapses before the bones, her eyes staring
intently at their shape and configuration before sweeping them all up in one
motion and crawling to her feet.
Bandrui Fyrgenwig exclaims, "I see... Death by drowning!!!"
Throwing her hands in the air, Bandrui Fyrgenwig tosses her head back and
laughs sadistically.
Assessing your weight, Bandrui Fyrgenwig chooses a slimy coil of rope from the
ground of her hut. With surprising agility, she binds you up and then jabs you
with a sharp shard of bone, causing your muscles to stiffen as she cackles
softly.
Yanking at you with surprising strength, Bandrui Fyrgenwig drags you out to the
swamplands outside her dwelling, cackling and gibbering, her silver bone
necklace tapping against her collarbones.
Tranquil swamps.
Superimposed over this location, an ethereal forest reaches up to the sky. The
bright sun shines down, blanketing you with its life-giving warmth. A
mud-covered island rises out of the surrounding waters, a few scattered, thin
trees the only sign that there may perhaps have been full-blown woodlands here
once long ago. To the north, the wood have once more encroached on the waters,
creating a forested island. The ground continues to slope upwards to the
southeast, whilst to the southwest it plunges into a deep but crystalline lake.
Rising on the edge of the island is a haphazard hut overhung with entrails and
bones.
You see exits leading north, southeast, southwest, and in.
Bandrui Fyrgenwig stares at you and cackles, then drags you to the edge of the
small lake in the southwest. She chants dark syllables into your ear, and
suddenly you feel all willpower and defense leave you. Lifting you, Bandrui
Fyrgenwig holds you precariously over the still waters, in which you see your
reflection.
In a fierce motion, Bandrui Fyrgenwig dunks you mercilessly into the tepid
waters, holding you under with supernatural strength as you struggle to free
yourself. Unable to hold your breath any longer, you open your lips in
desperation, only to find the water rushing into your mouth with enchanted
potency, filling your lungs and squeezing out all air.
All natural noises cease in the Serenwilde forest, as if in expectation.
As the water chokes out all thoughts of breath and life, your flailing and
struggling slow, and your eyes open to gaze into the murky depths, embracing
the rest of death. Just before you lose consciousness, you hear as through a
distance the fierce keening of a female voice, wailing with righteous
despair... then darkness.
A bone-chilling wail echoes across the Serenwilde, fading into a despairing
silence.
You have been slain by Execution through drowning in the Serenwilde.
As your soul leaves your body, the elixir vitae courses through your spirit and
suddenly bursts in a bright light, forming a new body around your soul.
You have been slain by Execution through drowning in the Serenwilde.
A swirling force begins to tug at your soul and the world spins around you.
[Treant]» Kills: 0 Deaths: 1 (Execution through drowning in the Serenwilde)
[Treant]» Kills: 0 Deaths: 2 (Execution through drowning in the Serenwilde)
Bandrui Fyrgenwig stares about with large, emotionless eyes, then cleans
herself up and shuffles back into her hut.
And all of the people who lose their stuff ALL THE TIME? Without us, this place would fall apart!
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(Clan): Entrias says, "As opposed to non-lucidians, who just want to "break a piece off"."