"Oh yeah, you're a naughty mayor, aren't you? Misfile that Form MA631-D. Comptroller Shevat's got a nice gemstone disc for you, but yer gonna have to beg for it."
Was thinking of running through zimoru again, but I really like this one.
Cloaked in an aura of darkness, a delicate strix manifests here upon roiling wings of storm-coloured mists, its wise gaze unblinking.
Owl-like in form, the enigmatic nature of this legendary strix speaks to its inability to remain
corporeal, causing it to linger somewhere in between. Argent talons, foreboding and razor sharp, extend from the tips of his four silver feet, which, when standing on solid ground, give him the height of a maturing fawn. Delicate feathers cloak his body and two longer tufts sweep backwards from the crest of his head, as if he wore a crown of his own design. Occasionally, the stern strix clicks his wickedly long, curved beak and he periodically shifts his roiling wings of storm-coloured mists that cascade majestically from his back. Cloaked in an aura of darkness, his unblinking, glowing eyes stare deeply at the world, as if he sees what others do not, and a sense of guarded insight manifests within the aura of confidence that surrounds him. Faint wisps of ethereal energy follow his every movement and a palpable spectral whispering trails in his wake.
Softly, you say to Xypher, "...once the city is safe. The ruins still need to be dealt with."
Xypher nods his head emphatically.
With a half smile, Xypher Stormcrow whispers, "Of course. And we will attend to it...but we are not the only ones to hide things dangerous. I know the Pyromancers had a few odds and ends that truly should not see the light of day."
Akungi Saim, the Breath of Fire exclaims, "Flame on!"
Akungi Saim, the Breath of Fire stomps about, roaring dramatically.
The Voice of Gullagumbah exclaims, "Burn, baby burn!"
The Voice of Gullagumbah pulsates in and out of reality as He hums a lively tune.
You have emoted: Breandryn looks nervously at Akungi Saim, the Breath of Fire.
Anxiously, you say to Akungi Saim, the Breath of Fire, "That response is not reassuring me."
Xypher's eyes sparkle with amusement.
Frowning, you say to the Voice of Gullagumbah, "Nor yours."
Xypher Stormcrow whispers, "I think he's merely consumed with the passion of fire."
Akungi Saim, the Breath of Fire says, "Sometimes the spark will burst into flame and become a fire which becomes a blaze which becomes a bonfire which burns down entire city blocks and ruins the entire weed stash near the Palace of Pleasures and scorches my best new robes and gets soot all over me."
Akungi Saim, the Breath of Fire exclaims, "But that's how you know it was a good party!"
The corners of Akungi Saim, the Breath of Fire's mouth turn up as he grins mischievously.
You blink incredulously at Akungi Saim, the Breath of Fire.
You say to Xypher, "...are you sure? Because that sure sounds like arson."
Xypher shifts his eyes suspiciously from side to side.
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I feel like we could have just set half the city's mobs to wandering and the explosions would have been unnecessary. >_>
Before the Matrix. Banks of clouds roil about here. Suspended by four bridges of transparent crystal, an enormous circular walkway looks out over the crystalline structure of Hallifax. The walkway is made of semi-translucent gemstone with handrails around both the inner and outer circumference to prevent any unnecessary accidents. Though wispy clouds can be seen to move around the crystalline towers of Hallifax, the cool air here is only a gentle, serene breeze, as if the wind itself was tamed before the Nexus of Power. There are 10 cylindrical chairs of transparent crystal here. Encircling the area, a wide crystalline table sits upon a line of balustrades here. Silver breastplate polished to a shine, a Hallifaxian Sentinel stands here at attention. Silver halberd perfectly erect, a Deputy Commissar of the Sentinels stands guard here. Silver halberd perfectly erect, a Deputy Commissar of the Sentinels stands guard here. The graceful, translucent form of a bird of paradise dances in the air, the insubstantial image shifting through a constant stream of vivid colours. Silver halberd perfectly erect, a Deputy Commissar of the Sentinels stands guard here. Radiating with an incandescent brilliance, the Matrix floats within the circular walkway, slowly turning and revealing flowering geometric patterns. Wind whipping through his wings, Fraesic Sunfar, Keeper of the Matrix is here, face upturned to the chill breeze. Silver halberd perfectly erect, a Deputy Commissar of the Sentinels stands guard here. Silver halberd perfectly erect, a Deputy Commissar of the Sentinels stands guard here. Silver halberd perfectly erect, a Deputy Commissar of the Sentinels stands guard here. Silver halberd perfectly erect, a Deputy Commissar of the Sentinels stands guard here. Silver halberd perfectly erect, a Deputy Commissar of the Sentinels stands guard here. A Guardian of the Apeirohedron floats here, confusing onlookers with its impossible to grasp shape. Long, lean, and vibrating with barely-contained energy, a greyhound sniffs about here. Hovering above the ground gracefully, a Guardian of the Dodecahedron glitters dangerously here. Hovering above the ground gracefully, a Guardian of the Dodecahedron glitters dangerously here. Hovering above the ground gracefully, a Guardian of the Dodecahedron glitters dangerously here. Hovering above the ground gracefully, a Guardian of the Dodecahedron glitters dangerously here. Hovering above the ground gracefully, a Guardian of the Dodecahedron glitters dangerously here. Hovering above the ground gracefully, a Guardian of the Dodecahedron glitters dangerously here. Hovering above the ground gracefully, a Guardian of the Dodecahedron glitters dangerously here. Hovering above the ground gracefully, a Guardian of the Dodecahedron glitters dangerously here. Hovering above the ground gracefully, a Guardian of the Dodecahedron glitters dangerously here. Hovering above the ground gracefully, a Guardian of the Dodecahedron glitters dangerously here. Silver halberd perfectly erect, a Deputy Commissar of the Sentinels stands guard here. Silver halberd perfectly erect, a Deputy Commissar of the Sentinels stands guard here. Silver halberd perfectly erect, a Deputy Commissar of the Sentinels stands guard here. Silver halberd perfectly erect, a Deputy Commissar of the Sentinels stands guard here. Silver halberd perfectly erect, a Deputy Commissar of the Sentinels stands guard here. Silver halberd perfectly erect, a Deputy Commissar of the Sentinels stands guard here. Long, lean, and vibrating with barely-contained energy, a greyhound sniffs about here. In the shape of an open palm, a metallic sigil lies here. Silver halberd perfectly erect, a Deputy Commissar of the Sentinels stands guard here. Silver halberd perfectly erect, a Deputy Commissar of the Sentinels stands guard here. Silver halberd perfectly erect, a Deputy Commissar of the Sentinels stands guard here. Silver halberd perfectly erect, a Deputy Commissar of the Sentinels stands guard here. Silver halberd perfectly erect, a Deputy Commissar of the Sentinels stands guard here. Silver halberd perfectly erect, a Deputy Commissar of the Sentinels stands guard here. Silver halberd perfectly erect, a Deputy Commissar of the Sentinels stands guard here. Silver halberd perfectly erect, a Deputy Commissar of the Sentinels stands guard here. Silver halberd perfectly erect, a Deputy Commissar of the Sentinels stands guard here. Silver halberd perfectly erect, a Deputy Commissar of the Sentinels stands guard here. Silver halberd perfectly erect, a Deputy Commissar of the Sentinels stands guard here. Silver halberd perfectly erect, a Deputy Commissar of the Sentinels stands guard here. Silver halberd perfectly erect, a Deputy Commissar of the Sentinels stands guard here. Silver halberd perfectly erect, a Deputy Commissar of the Sentinels stands guard here. Silver halberd perfectly erect, a Deputy Commissar of the Sentinels stands guard here. Silver halberd perfectly erect, a Deputy Commissar of the Sentinels stands guard here. Glowing gently with a soft blue light, a delicate dreamcatcher has been permanently hung here. Glowing gently with a soft blue light, a delicate dreamcatcher has been permanently hung here. Physician Tirah Mzithrei is here. She wields a pair of diamond shears in her left hand and a golden whip of the pious in her right. Yarith Shevat is here. He wields a snow phoenix-crested shield of glacial hues in his left hand and an anguished violin depicting the sharding of Bollikin in his right. You see exits leading northeast, southeast, southwest, northwest, and in.
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.
People think Hallifax is the most efficient government?
17:03:15 (Celest): Bleuu says, "Anon for now, Celest. May the Light guide you."
17:03:24 (Celest): Romaan says, "Rest well, daughter."
17:03:38 You tell Princess Bleuu, Love of the Light, "Wait."
17:03:44 Bleuu tells you, "Hm?"
17:03:47 You tell Princess Bleuu, Love of the Light, "Elect a Minister."
Princess Bleuu, Love of the Light has appointed you to the position of Minister of Cultural Affairs, but a member of the Star Council will still need to confirm this appointment.
Weiwae has confirmed you as Minister of Cultural Affairs.
The deep, rumbling voice of Weiwae says from within your heart, "I am so happy to hear of your progress, and I thank you for bringing my influence over more shards of My Brother Tae."
Who thinks Hallifax is efficient? We're thorough, I'll grant, we even have contingencies in place for when the board is as small as it is, but it IS a bureaucracy.
In organizing factions for Hallifax, @Portius has been pushing for representation of lower caste members of the city, including our pigeon catcher and the remnants of the Sentinels. At length, his nefarious agenda has been revealed:
(Some Clan, Whatever): Portius says, "I dunno about you but I'm ready to blackmail them into respecting the pragmatists with the threat of drowning them in pigeon shit. And then having the Sentinels stab them and seize the treasury."
(Some Clan, Whatever): Portius says, "IF YOU DON'T GIVE PORTIUS UNLIMITED POLITICAL POWER, THE PIGEON CATCHERS SHALL GO ON STRIKE AND DROWN YOU IN FECES!"
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edited April 2017
[OOC]: The Listeners at the Veil are now open! To join, please ask Teharo to join Listeners!
The spirit of Teharo Stardapple says, "I am not able to grant you entrance to Listeners at the Veil, Saran. Seek out those in the guild who might be able to grant you entrance."
Guardian of the Seren, Saran Strongleaf, Ays Civalior Lyreth says to the spirit of Teharo Stardapple, "Would you perhaps reconsider?"
[OOC]: Pardon, I think Teharo is having a senile moment.
[OOC]: We meant by SAYing so.
An elfen man cloaked in leaves says to the spirit of Teharo Stardapple, "Aye, friend. Perhaps reconsider..."
An elfen man cloaked in leaves falls into a sudden bout of laughter.
[OOC]: Hold on...
[OOC]: Senility seems to go deep in this one.
[OOC]: And in a flash of sudden recollection, Teharo informs you that you can, in fact, speak to him about joining the Listeners!
We you, admin .
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.
Aelaoili Skysoarer, Cultural Pundit says, "Miss windmuse, flirting is quite a strong word. But I will say I appreciate females. For are we not all brought forth by a female? Charm is quite different than the pursuit of a hunter for prey, madame."
(Hallifax): Senior Administrator Hilelsa Clarramore says, "For a short period, I would ask that these caretakers bypass the traditional methods of induction to the guilds and allow any who wish to join to do so."
(Hallifax): Senior Administrator Hilelsa Clarramore says, "Let them take up positions adjacent to the Matrix, where they may be found by all."
Maligorn Shevat says, "Oh!"
Maligorn Shevat says, "I...I haven't had enough time to decide!"
Maligorn flops down onto the ground.
Furrowing his brow with an obviously unsettled air about him as he opens and closes his wings disconcertedly, Aelaoili Skysoarer, Cultural Pundit turns to Maligorn and speaks sternly, "One does not flop and flounder about like a fish. Stand up, be presentable and reasonable in my presence!"
"Ha!" Phoebus exclaims with gusto.
Maligorn Shevat says, "My...my goodness."
Astrina, the Crystal Heart says to Maligorn, "But you must!"
Gero says to Maligorn, "HA!"
(Ad-Hoc): Maligorn says, "...what."
(Ad-Hoc): You say, "OMG."
(Ad-Hoc): Maligorn says, "The ****."
Orventa's eyes sparkle with amusement.
(Ad-Hoc): Phoebus says, "Omg they made a reaction for flopping omgggg."
(Ad-Hoc): Maligorn says, "THIS GUY."
(Ad-Hoc): You say, "Ahahahahaahahaha."
(Ad-Hoc): Gero says, "REKT."
(Ad-Hoc): Ino says, "XD."
Akatriel chuckles long and heartily.
Ino hides a grin behind her hand.
(Ad-Hoc): Tirah says, "Hah."
Maligorn Shevat says, "Well."
A wry smile spreads across Tirah's face.
Jeanne, the windmuse elemental says, "... I'll get a book for you to wear on your head."
Princess Setisoki exhales slowly, allowing a long fluid breath to creep from her lungs.
Jokingly, Maligorn Shevat says, "That crosses off one of my options, I suppose."
Orventa flails about helplessly. Furrowing his brow with an obviously unsettled air about him as he opens and closes his wings disconcertedly, Aelaoili Skysoarer, Cultural Pundit turns to Orventa and speaks sternly, "You are no insect caught in a spider's web, do resist the temptation to flail about as one."
EDIT: Also, you cannot imagine how embarrassing that was. Literally never going to use the flop emote again in front of Halli NPCs...which is the intent, I suppose. :x
Blushing, you say, "I'd like to join the Revelry!"
Brightly, Aanisah Xeth, the Fireweaver exclaims, "You wish to join us in Revelry?!? Well then, by all means! Welcome!"
Aanisah Xeth, the Fireweaver bows respectfully to you.
(Revelry): Aanisah Xeth, the Fireweaver says, "Darlings, give a WARM welcome to Breandryn, looks like she's ready to join the party!"
Okoru Shintar says, "Sweet sword."
You tilt your head curiously.
check inventory:
You are wielding a steel claymore in your hands.
You blink.
You say, "...what."
You peer at a steel claymore unscrupulously.
Shintar snickers softly to himself.
Slightly worried that Revelry membership comes with a weapon, but can't get off this crazy train now!
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EveriineWise Old Swordsbird / BrontaurIndianapolis, IN, USA
You also got a fresh pair of grey trousers and tunic. Seems like joining the new guilds gives us all the newbie equipment again!
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.
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Entered by: Ianir the Anomaly Date: 2017-04-24 01:35:28
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RIP!
(Noting early, if there was a raid I was gone all bloody weekend, this is about me being Illuminati and getting this message)
Ixion tells you, "// I don't think anyone else had a clue, amazing form."
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I feel like we could have just set half the city's mobs to wandering and the explosions would have been unnecessary. >_>
Banks of clouds roil about here. Suspended by four bridges of transparent crystal, an enormous circular walkway looks out over the crystalline structure of Hallifax. The walkway is made of semi-translucent gemstone with handrails around both the inner and outer circumference to prevent any unnecessary accidents. Though wispy clouds can be seen to move around the crystalline towers of Hallifax, the cool air here is only a gentle, serene breeze, as if the wind itself was tamed before the Nexus of Power. There are 10 cylindrical chairs of transparent crystal here. Encircling the area, a wide crystalline table sits upon a line of balustrades here. Silver breastplate polished to a shine, a Hallifaxian Sentinel stands here at attention. Silver halberd perfectly erect, a Deputy Commissar of the Sentinels stands guard here. Silver halberd perfectly erect, a Deputy Commissar of the Sentinels stands guard here. The graceful, translucent form of a bird of paradise dances in the air, the insubstantial image shifting through a constant stream of vivid colours. Silver halberd perfectly erect, a Deputy Commissar of the Sentinels stands guard here. Radiating with an incandescent brilliance, the Matrix floats within the circular walkway, slowly turning and revealing flowering geometric patterns. Wind whipping through his wings, Fraesic Sunfar, Keeper of the Matrix is here, face upturned to the chill breeze. Silver halberd perfectly erect, a Deputy Commissar of the Sentinels stands guard here. Silver halberd perfectly erect, a Deputy Commissar of the Sentinels stands guard here. Silver halberd perfectly erect, a Deputy Commissar of the Sentinels stands guard here. Silver halberd perfectly erect, a Deputy Commissar of the Sentinels stands guard here. Silver halberd perfectly erect, a Deputy Commissar of the Sentinels stands guard here. A Guardian of the Apeirohedron floats here, confusing onlookers with its impossible to grasp shape. Long, lean, and vibrating with barely-contained energy, a greyhound sniffs about here. Hovering above the ground gracefully, a Guardian of the Dodecahedron glitters dangerously here. Hovering above the ground gracefully, a Guardian of the Dodecahedron glitters dangerously here. Hovering above the ground gracefully, a Guardian of the Dodecahedron glitters dangerously here. Hovering above the ground gracefully, a Guardian of the Dodecahedron glitters dangerously here. Hovering above the ground gracefully, a Guardian of the Dodecahedron glitters dangerously here. Hovering above the ground gracefully, a Guardian of the Dodecahedron glitters dangerously here. Hovering above the ground gracefully, a Guardian of the Dodecahedron glitters dangerously here. Hovering above the ground gracefully, a Guardian of the Dodecahedron glitters dangerously here. Hovering above the ground gracefully, a Guardian of the Dodecahedron glitters dangerously here. Hovering above the ground gracefully, a Guardian of the Dodecahedron glitters dangerously here. Silver halberd perfectly erect, a Deputy Commissar of the Sentinels stands guard here. Silver halberd perfectly erect, a Deputy Commissar of the Sentinels stands guard here. Silver halberd perfectly erect, a Deputy Commissar of the Sentinels stands guard here. Silver halberd perfectly erect, a Deputy Commissar of the Sentinels stands guard here. Silver halberd perfectly erect, a Deputy Commissar of the Sentinels stands guard here. Silver halberd perfectly erect, a Deputy Commissar of the Sentinels stands guard here. Long, lean, and vibrating with barely-contained energy, a greyhound sniffs about here. In the shape of an open palm, a metallic sigil lies here. Silver halberd perfectly erect, a Deputy Commissar of the Sentinels stands guard here. Silver halberd perfectly erect, a Deputy Commissar of the Sentinels stands guard here. Silver halberd perfectly erect, a Deputy Commissar of the Sentinels stands guard here. Silver halberd perfectly erect, a Deputy Commissar of the Sentinels stands guard here. Silver halberd perfectly erect, a Deputy Commissar of the Sentinels stands guard here. Silver halberd perfectly erect, a Deputy Commissar of the Sentinels stands guard here. Silver halberd perfectly erect, a Deputy Commissar of the Sentinels stands guard here. Silver halberd perfectly erect, a Deputy Commissar of the Sentinels stands guard here. Silver halberd perfectly erect, a Deputy Commissar of the Sentinels stands guard here. Silver halberd perfectly erect, a Deputy Commissar of the Sentinels stands guard here. Silver halberd perfectly erect, a Deputy Commissar of the Sentinels stands guard here. Silver halberd perfectly erect, a Deputy Commissar of the Sentinels stands guard here. Silver halberd perfectly erect, a Deputy Commissar of the Sentinels stands guard here. Silver halberd perfectly erect, a Deputy Commissar of the Sentinels stands guard here. Silver halberd perfectly erect, a Deputy Commissar of the Sentinels stands guard here. Silver halberd perfectly erect, a Deputy Commissar of the Sentinels stands guard here. Glowing gently with a soft blue light, a delicate dreamcatcher has been permanently hung here. Glowing gently with a soft blue light, a delicate dreamcatcher has been permanently hung here. Physician Tirah Mzithrei is here. She wields a pair of diamond shears in her left hand and a golden whip of the pious in her right. Yarith Shevat is here. He wields a snow phoenix-crested shield of glacial hues in his left hand and an anguished violin depicting the sharding of Bollikin in his right.
You see exits leading northeast, southeast, southwest, northwest, and in.
Weiwae has confirmed you as Minister of Cultural Affairs.
(Some Clan, Whatever): Portius says, "I dunno about you but I'm ready to blackmail them into respecting the pragmatists with the threat of drowning them in pigeon shit. And then having the Sentinels stab them and seize the treasury."
(Some Clan, Whatever): Portius says, "IF YOU DON'T GIVE PORTIUS UNLIMITED POLITICAL POWER, THE PIGEON CATCHERS SHALL GO ON STRIKE AND DROWN YOU IN FECES!"
The spirit of Teharo Stardapple says, "I am not able to grant you entrance to Listeners at the Veil,
Saran. Seek out those in the guild who might be able to grant you entrance."
Guardian of the Seren, Saran Strongleaf, Ays Civalior Lyreth says to the spirit of Teharo Stardapple,
"Would you perhaps reconsider?"
[OOC]: Pardon, I think Teharo is having a senile moment.
[OOC]: We meant by SAYing so.
An elfen man cloaked in leaves says to the spirit of Teharo Stardapple, "Aye, friend. Perhaps
reconsider..."
An elfen man cloaked in leaves falls into a sudden bout of laughter.
[OOC]: Hold on...
[OOC]: Senility seems to go deep in this one.
[OOC]: And in a flash of sudden recollection, Teharo informs you that you can, in fact, speak to him
about joining the Listeners!
We
will say I appreciate females. For are we not all brought forth by a female? Charm is quite
different than the pursuit of a hunter for prey, madame."
Orventa flails about helplessly.
Furrowing his brow with an obviously unsettled air about him as he opens and closes his wings disconcertedly, Aelaoili Skysoarer, Cultural Pundit turns to Orventa and speaks sternly, "You are no insect caught in a spider's web, do resist the temptation to flail about as one."
EDIT: Also, you cannot imagine how embarrassing that was. Literally never going to use the flop emote again in front of Halli NPCs...which is the intent, I suppose. :x
Lesson learned: Using GT as myself is VERY different from using it as a Mob! Especially bad when it's the wrong org!
.... seriously omg
(Gaudiguch): Danquik says, "Better than carriage fare home I suppose."
I wasn't physically prepared for how hard that made me laugh.
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Gaudi has been lively today. Thank you guys for the events. They've helped the city a lot.
check inventory:
Slightly worried that Revelry membership comes with a weapon, but can't get off this crazy train now!