I hear his hair is insured for 100,000 sovereigns.
Each hair, maybe.
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.
So, while we were roleplaying the replanting of the elders Camberre just cut down(which I am upset about but that's beside the point), this happened:
You have emoted: His twin star-eyes going out, becoming as the endless void of the Night Siam Mother Night, empower us! Let us grow hale! Let the bounties of the Wyrd grow once more. <--- you're supposed to be a say, dammit
You have recovered balance on all limbs.
(Peasantface): You say, "Wtf siam."
His twin star-eyes going out, becoming as the endless void of the Night, you say, "Mother Night, empower us! Let us grow hale! Let the bounties of the Wyrd grow once more."
(The Shadow Court): Kethaera says, "Lol."
You drop to one knee, demonstrating your humility and respect.
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!"
Johnny Baloney, the talking sandwich slithers around your soul.
and then
(Magnagora): Arcanis (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "Sw."
(Magnagora): Arcanis (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "Sw."
(Magnagora): Arcanis (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "Se."
(Magnagora): Arcanis (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "Se."
(Magnagora): Arcanis (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "Ne."
(Magnagora): Arcanis (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "Ne."
(Magnagora): You say, "Arcanis is speaking in tongues, someone summon the clergy."
Darkness envelops your sight briefly as a presence burrows deep into your brain, Her darkly seductive voice ringing in your ears alone, "Perhaps one day you will exorcize Arcanis, and nobody will be subject to his incoherrent yelps again."
EHUEHUEUEUHUEUHUE I LOVE ATTENTION ">
Crumkane, Lord of Epicurean Delights says, "WAS IT INDEED ON FIRE, ERITHEYL."
-
With a deep reverb, Contemptible Sutekh says, "CEASE YOUR INFERNAL ENERGY, ERITHEYL."
Johnny Baloney, the talking sandwich slithers around your soul.
Darkness envelops your sight briefly as a presence burrows deep into your brain, Her darkly seductive voice ringing in your ears alone, "Perhaps one day you will exorcize Arcanis, and nobody will be subject to his incoherrent yelps again."
EHUEHUEUEUHUEUHUE I LOVE ATTENTION ">
Hrm...
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 ecstatic crooning of fiends resounds throughout Magnagora in celebration. Slow at first, it rises in pitch till there is naught but the overwhelming jubilant song. Just as it reaches an ear splitting crescendo, it ceases abruptly, ringing in your ears like an after-image. As the world takes shape again, an exhilarating rush of emotion and pleasure floods your entire being - victory!
The ecstatic crooning of fiends resounds throughout Magnagora in celebration. Slow at first, it rises in pitch till there is naught but the overwhelming jubilant song. Just as it reaches an ear splitting crescendo, it ceases abruptly, ringing in your ears like an after-image. As the world takes shape again, an exhilarating rush of emotion and pleasure floods your entire being - victory!
@Daraius tells you, "I am always interested in new and exciting scones to offer at the teahouse. My grandpups have historically failed to develop a recipe for me, but I'm given to understand that you, as far as grandpups go, are great."
My great-grandfather, ladies and gents. I'd say the pun-appreciation was genetic, but I was adopted :P
Maligorn tells you, "If you tell Marcella to stop disturbing the peace, I won't disrupt your gorgog quest."
With blinding speed, Gognigin attaches a dish and box to the machine, affixing it with lengths of cord. Finally, he carefully places an ornate rod in its center.
A low humming sound reverberates through the Basin, its resonance shaking everything it comes into contact with.
You tell Maligorn Shevat, the Sublime Opus, "Eh, you're kind of late for that kind of threat."
A beam of golden light and a single pillar of pure blackness pierce the sky, and slowly begin spiralling about each other, tiny specks of matter visible within their forms.
Maligorn tells you, "Oops."
The beams begin to spin about faster and faster, before imploding into each other noiselessly, the humming sound that plagued the Basin abruptly vanishing, replaced by total silence.
Maligorn tells you, "If you tell Marcella to stop disturbing the peace, I won't disrupt your gorgog quest."
With blinding speed, Gognigin attaches a dish and box to the machine, affixing it with lengths of cord. Finally, he carefully places an ornate rod in its center.
A low humming sound reverberates through the Basin, its resonance shaking everything it comes into contact with.
You tell Maligorn Shevat, the Sublime Opus, "Eh, you're kind of late for that kind of threat."
A beam of golden light and a single pillar of pure blackness pierce the sky, and slowly begin spiralling about each other, tiny specks of matter visible within their forms.
Maligorn tells you, "Oops."
The beams begin to spin about faster and faster, before imploding into each other noiselessly, the humming sound that plagued the Basin abruptly vanishing, replaced by total silence.
Comments
Am I getting there mama???
(xeria is still convinced that he's a tree in disguise who pretends to be an elfen person)
Estarra the Eternal says, "Give Shevat the floor please."
It was awesome.
-
Ixion tells you, "// I don't think anyone else had a clue, amazing form."
that makes much more sense
@Shaddus
You have emoted: His twin star-eyes going out, becoming as the endless void of the Night Siam Mother Night, empower us! Let us grow hale! Let the bounties of the Wyrd grow once more. <--- you're supposed to be a say, dammit
You have recovered balance on all limbs.
(Peasantface): You say, "Wtf siam."
His twin star-eyes going out, becoming as the endless void of the Night, you say, "Mother Night, empower us! Let us grow hale! Let the bounties of the Wyrd grow once more."
(The Shadow Court): Kethaera says, "Lol."
You drop to one knee, demonstrating your humility and respect.
(The Shadow Court): Kethaera says, "Ahem."
You stand up and stretch your arms out wide.
(Peasantface): You say, "HA."
(Peasantface): Kethaera says, "Psh. I blame you."
@Kethaera
Totally a bacon-tease.
Message 929
Estarra the Eternal says, "Give Shevat the floor please."
and then
(Magnagora): Arcanis (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "Sw."
(Magnagora): Arcanis (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "Sw."
(Magnagora): Arcanis (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "Se."
(Magnagora): Arcanis (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "Se."
(Magnagora): Arcanis (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "Ne."
(Magnagora): Arcanis (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "Ne."
(Magnagora): You say, "Arcanis is speaking in tongues, someone summon the clergy."
Darkness envelops your sight briefly as a presence burrows deep into your brain, Her darkly seductive voice ringing in your ears alone, "Perhaps one day you will exorcize Arcanis, and nobody will be subject to his incoherrent yelps again."
EHUEHUEUEUHUEUHUE I LOVE ATTENTION ">
-
Hrm...
-
The ecstatic crooning of fiends resounds throughout Magnagora in celebration. Slow at first, it rises in pitch till there is naught but the overwhelming jubilant song. Just as it reaches an ear splitting crescendo, it ceases abruptly, ringing in your ears like an after-image. As the world takes shape again, an exhilarating rush of emotion and pleasure floods your entire being - victory!
<:-P <:-P <:-P :O)
My great-grandfather, ladies and gents. I'd say the pun-appreciation was genetic, but I was adopted :P
Estarra the Eternal says, "Give Shevat the floor please."
Loooool