If I recall, that was when Glomdoring went Commercial, and made propaganda about collecting rockeaters.
Uhm, that was a different book.
"Know Your Foe - Rockeaters", By the Free Alliance of Glomdoring (Page 1)
Know Your Foe!
--Rockeaters--
Who is the rockeater?
The rockeater is a hated enemy of the Glomdoring. Contrary to what this
moniker implies, rockeaters do not eat rocks. What they consume is
actually a mixture of the inclination to work hard and be rewarded,
spiders, and the wyrd. Rockeaters are among the greatest threats to
Glomdoring's stability. Where there is vileness and apathy, there you
will always find the rockeater.
Quick Facts
Fact: Rockeaters were created by the elder god Bollikin, the same divine
atrocity who splintered into the furrikin so frequently found in
Serenwilde. Could Serenwilde be using the rockeaters to plague us?
Fact: Rockeaters attack with fire. Pyromancers also attack with fire.
The City of Gaudiguch, and its propensity for languor and drug-addled
debauchery are well known. Where dwell the Illuminati, beware of
coincidence.
Fact: Rockeaters are aggressive breeders. Day after day they swarm the
mountainsides and the undervault, despite even the most relentless
hunting. Are they mere foot soldiers, or is it possible that they are
part of a greater scheme?
Where the Enemy Lives
Rockeaters are a dangerously adaptive species, able to survive in a
variety of environments. They live in mountains. They live in the seas.
They live underground. They live in the squalid ruins of the Celestian
Empire. Rockeaters are known to cavort with cave fishers, both alive and
undead. These beasts are responsible for the deaths of countless commune
members. Make no mistake - these creatures are not benign in any sense
of the word. They lay in wait, seeking only to destroy.
(over)
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!"
So, I was just killed by a horrific, diseased parasite from Muud. I phoenixed and put up defenses then I got this insanity message:
A horrific, diseased parasite challenges your memories.
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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!"
Struggling with a massive hunk of driftwood, one chunky dove flutters over the city before becoming overwhelmed with the driftwood's weight, plummeting into the city of New Celest with a loud whistle, thunk, and questionable sound halfway between a 'splat' and and a 'splorch'.
(After a search of the city)
(Celest) Kagato: "Has anyone seen anything out of the ordinary within the city? I just saw a dove fly into the city carrying a piece of driftwood only to go splat somewhere within the city limits." (Celest) Velgen: "They just don't make doves like they used to."
Never put passion before principle. Even if you win, you lose.
If olive oil comes from olives, where does baby oil come from?
If vegetarians eat vegetables, what do humanitarians eat?
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EveriineWise Old Swordsbird / BrontaurIndianapolis, IN, USA
Curiously, Glimmer of Moondust, Cairxauhoyol says, "Abeytu is a male name?"
Masala snickers softly to herself.
You nod your head at Cairxauhoyol.
Glimmer of Moondust, Cairxauhoyol says, "He seems unusually tall for a male."
You say to Cairxauhoyol, "I suspect you have the same problem with non-Kephera as most surfacers do with Kephera."
You say to Cairxauhoyol, "What about me? I'm tall."
You have emoted: Everiine stands up straight and tall.
Cairxauhoyol nods her head in agreement.
Masala tilts her head curiously.
Glimmer of Moondust, Cairxauhoyol says, "You are very tall and a great leader, yes? Clearly a female."
You utter a deep, rumbling laugh.
You say to Cairxauhoyol, "So long as those are connected, you may continue to think that."
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.
Talking about artifacts and who has what, and the stopped watch comes up.
(Ship): Faragan says, "I like my age being seen. I look simply fabulous for my age."
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.
Reality shifts, the sky tinging into whispering veils of changing paradigms as the weirdly-echoing voice of Mysrai intones, "Come, are these the only ones who shall come forth to test the might of their chest within this contest?"
Grizzly Munsia D'cente`, The Sharp Fanged thunders, "Only if Scuchi Mabuchi were still alive."
Warlord Morshoth Ryseni, the Kooky Konfectioner shouts, "Nobody's melons can compete with ours, it seems!"
Grizzly Munsia D'cente`, The Sharp Fanged thunders, "Everyone else pales in comparison since."
(The Canvas): Isune says, "How utterly vulgar."
Oari K'ian Doim Elanorwen Nightshade shouts, "Faeling chests don't tend to be the most durable or buxom... but I guess we can arrange a few penumbras."
(The Canvas): You say, "I...I don't even understand what they're talking about anymore."
Warlord Morshoth Ryseni, the Kooky Konfectioner shouts, "Work what Mother Night gave ya!"
(The Canvas): Isune says, "Never you mind, dear. Merely melons, a most misunderstood fruit."
Penitent Pectus shouts, "I would, but I fear I no longer exist. A pity!"
(The Canvas): You say, "I've always liked melon."
(The Canvas): Volucer says, "Euch. Fruit."
(The Canvas): Volucer says, "If you're going to have a contest, it should be for meat."
(The Canvas): Isune says, "Sadly, I believe that statement is not entirely inaccurate in this situation, Volucer."
(The Canvas): Volucer says, "I don't get it."
(The Canvas): You say, "Oh, I wouldn't worry! I don't either."
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!"
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.
EveriineWise Old Swordsbird / BrontaurIndianapolis, IN, USA
(Market): Xeria says, "Looking for a cok!"
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.
Merians, stormtroopers, and viscanti have all combined forces? While riding Gaudiguchian beasts and some weird Hallifaxian future-tech in a pyromancer's demesne?
I'm confused. What are Stormtroopers doing in Lusternia?
Merians, stormtroopers, and viscanti have all combined forces? While riding Gaudiguchian beasts and some weird Hallifaxian future-tech in a pyromancer's demesne?
I'm confused. What are Stormtroopers doing in Lusternia?
Since I couldn't find a proper image with the "After them!" caption, Kelly found a picture that she liked and I decided to use it. If I can find a more suited one I'll replace it.
Merians, stormtroopers, and viscanti have all combined forces? While riding Gaudiguchian beasts and some weird Hallifaxian future-tech in a pyromancer's demesne?
I'm confused. What are Stormtroopers doing in Lusternia?
Since I couldn't find a proper image with the "After them!" caption, Kelly found a picture that she liked and I decided to use it. If I can find a more suited one I'll replace it.
I don't see a caption, and the picture's title says "charge". :-<
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overwhelmed with the driftwood's weight, plummeting into the city of New Celest with a loud whistle,
thunk, and questionable sound halfway between a 'splat' and and a 'splorch'.
(After a search of the city)
(Celest) Kagato: "Has anyone seen anything out of the ordinary within the city? I just saw a dove fly
into the city carrying a piece of driftwood only to go splat somewhere within the city limits."
(Celest) Velgen: "They just don't make doves like they used to."
If olive oil comes from olives, where does baby oil come from?
If vegetarians eat vegetables, what do humanitarians eat?
Masala snickers softly to herself.
You nod your head at Cairxauhoyol.
Glimmer of Moondust, Cairxauhoyol says, "He seems unusually tall for a male."
You say to Cairxauhoyol, "I suspect you have the same problem with non-Kephera as most surfacers do with Kephera."
You say to Cairxauhoyol, "What about me? I'm tall."
You have emoted: Everiine stands up straight and tall.
Cairxauhoyol nods her head in agreement.
Masala tilts her head curiously.
Glimmer of Moondust, Cairxauhoyol says, "You are very tall and a great leader, yes? Clearly a female."
You utter a deep, rumbling laugh.
You say to Cairxauhoyol, "So long as those are connected, you may continue to think that."
>:D<
Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it.
Ciaran has been turned into wood by the slaps of Herla Ysav'rai of the Murder.
Signature!
Signature!
I'm confused. What are Stormtroopers doing in Lusternia?
Signature!
A lean aslaran hunter rubs up against your torso.
The divine voice of Avechna, the Avenger reverberates powerfully, "Congratulations, Morkarion, you are the Bringer of Death indeed."
You see Estarra the Eternal shout, "Morkarion is no more! Mourn the mortal! But welcome True Ascendant Karlach, of the Realm of Death!