Pointedly ignoring the departing Jamilah, Mistress Jezebel says, "I will get me some of that demonic hunk of metal."
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.
Ruins at the centre of the Necropolis. A powerful field of energy fluctates wildly around the Megalith of Doom, scattering light across the ruined features of the chamber. Deep cracks run down the three tiers to the base of the Megalith while stone has fallen from the expansive dome high above, exposing the chamber to the soot-filled sky high above.
At the darkest hour, the silence is deafening as no Bell-Tower rings in the distance to celebrate midnight over Magnagora. The feeling of discomfort is tangible as you find yourself straining for something that should be there, but is suddenly and desperately missing.
You suddenly hear the grinding of gears and the crack of a whip. A loud wailing and choked sobs follow, soon to be accompanied by a loudly yelled 'BINGBONG' in the distance.
Ruins at the centre of the Necropolis. A powerful field of energy fluctates wildly around the Megalith of Doom, scattering light across the ruined features of the chamber. Deep cracks run down the three tiers to the base of the Megalith while stone has fallen from the expansive dome high above, exposing the chamber to the soot-filled sky high above.
At the darkest hour, the silence is deafening as no Bell-Tower rings in the distance to celebrate midnight over Magnagora. The feeling of discomfort is tangible as you find yourself straining for something that should be there, but is suddenly and desperately missing.
You suddenly hear the grinding of gears and the crack of a whip. A loud wailing and choked sobs follow, soon to be accompanied by a loudly yelled 'BINGBONG' in the distance.
Relatedly:
honours full alexin Trooper Alexin, Clock Tower of the Engine (Male Undead Human).
The Belltower got destroyed. We conscripted a new one.
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 does that even work when he's not an NPC? Does he wander around and just yell "Bingbong" when midnight comes around?
Usually, yeah.
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.
Shortly thereafter, the poster child for Revelry novices appears:
Stevarri sits himself down.
Stevarri says, "I was going to college, but then I got high. I was going to do my tasks, but then I got high. Now I'm sitting on my ass, and I know why, because I got high, because I got high, because I got hi-igh."
pls.
Crumkane, Lord of Epicurean Delights says, "WAS IT INDEED ON FIRE, ERITHEYL."
-
With a deep reverb, Contemptible Sutekh says, "CEASE YOUR INFERNAL ENERGY, ERITHEYL."
Shortly thereafter, the poster child for Revelry novices appears:
Stevarri sits himself down.
Stevarri says, "I was going to college, but then I got high. I was going to do my tasks, but then I got high. Now I'm sitting on my ass, and I know why, because I got high, because I got high, because I got hi-igh."
pls.
Part 2
Stevarri sings, "I need mead and a bag of weed, a big thick chick on my-."
Stevarri ponders for a moment and says "Hrm..."
Eritheyl gives a group of 500 weed sprigs to Stevarri.
Hall of Justice. Streaming down in cascades of cold amethyst silk richly patterned with dark grey and silver threads, numerous banners hang upon the grey marble walls of this prodigious judicial chamber. They alternate between geometrical knotwork patterns that coalesce into the lustrous crest of the Adherents, and lines of embroidered text that form the complete Laws of the Collective of Hallifax. At the fore of the courtroom, the judge's bench stands intimidatingly tall in black onyx and argent grey marble before the most elaborate and detailed of the crested banners. Flanking this raised focal point is the witness stand on the left and a desk on the right for the court reporter to stenotype legal proceedings. To one side is the jury box, and the counsel tables for the plaintiff, the defendant, and their respective legal teams are at the centre of the chamber, an onyx lectern between them. The remainder of the space beyond the grey marble bar enclosing the litigation area is lined with long, stone-sculpted pews to seat curious onlookers. You see exits leading northeast, southeast, and south.
Aian Lerit'r, Lead Schematicist says, "Similarly the Adherents would need a space for discussing justice and overseeing matters in a formal setting."
Princess Setisoki draws her chitinous fingertips along the edge of the judge's bench, nodding approvingly.
Aian Lerit'r, Lead Schematicist says, "Individuals within who lean towards litigating Justice proceedings can provide OBJECTION or an OBJECTION! as needed."
<< Our Beloved Chairman would be proud of the self-restraintwe demonstrate here... >>
Phoebus Windwhisper says, "Oh?"
Astutely with professional aplomb, Zitto raises his finger and declares, "Objection."
Raising his finger swiftly and righteously, Zitto proclaims boldly, "Objection!"
Raising her finger swiftly and righteously, Phoebus proclaims boldly, "Objection!"
Raising his finger swiftly and righteously, Arix proclaims boldly, "Objection!"
Raising his finger defiantly at Zitto, Falaeron proclaims boldly, "Objection!"
Lord Zitto Shevat says, "Pardon me. Just practicing."
Ordassa asks, "OBJECTION?"
Parvenu Kialkarkea Diodorus, Textile Engineer frowns and says, "I find this behavior highly objectionable."
You say, "I object to all these objections."
Raising your finger swiftly and righteously, you proclaim boldly, "Objection!"
Princess Setisoki's eyes twinkle enchantingly.
Parvenu Ino says, "You object to the object -."
Parvenu Ino says to you, "You stole my joke."
Ino gives a trillingly melodic laugh.
Astutely with professional aplomb, Iytha raises her finger and declares, "Objection."
Facet Shedrin Windwhisper says, "Hmm hmm."
Astutely with professional aplomb, Ordassa raises his finger and declares, "Objection."
Raising her finger swiftly and righteously, Iytha proclaims boldly, "Objection!"
Phoebus Windwhisper says, "We're practicing law."
Dramatically, Lord Zitto Shevat says, "Objection. I'm not on trial. I'm putting the system on trial."
Raising her finger swiftly and righteously, Ino proclaims boldly, "Objection!"
Raising his finger defiantly at you, Shedrin proclaims boldly, "Objection!"
Nonplussed, Aian Lerit'r, Lead Schematicist says, "If everyone is satisfied, let us move to the south, please - at your leisure of course."
Princess Setisoki says, "An appropriate forum for it, is it not?"
Phoebus Windwhisper laughingly says, "Has everyone gotten their objections out of their system?"
Orventa ponders for a moment and says "Hrm..."
Raising her finger swiftly and righteously, Orventa proclaims boldly, "Objection!"
Turning to Phoebus with a look of astute professionalism, Kialkarkea raises her finger and declares, "Objection."
Orventa nods her head sagely.
Astutely with professional aplomb, Ino raises her finger and declares, "Objection."
You give a purple tulip to Brother Nido, Ontologist of the Wodewose.
Nido slips into a purple tulip.
Brother Nido, Ontologist of the Wodewose says to you, "You know what is better than a rose on your piano?"
You tilt your head curiously at Nido.
Brother Nido, Ontologist of the Wodewose says to you, "Tulips on your organ."
Nido winks conspiratorially at you.
You open your mouth to say something, but speech fails you.
I'll start PKing
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."
At first, I was a little embarrassed that I didn't know what that meant. Then I found out that, according to google, that was considered an old joke 8 years ago.
(Fire Hogwash): You say, "Wandering an enchanted forest: A mercurial change from the bleak, tempest-ridden tunnel to the south, the forest unfolds here into a sprawling expanse of golden bark and silver leaves. Sun filters through, dappled by the beautiful bounty of flesh stringily swaying between each tree. Coursing like blood pulsing or an insect laying, each ropey network of viney-veined flesh quivers and trembles as the organic growths reach deep into the forest, tendrils of flesh twisting out of sight into the distance."
(Fire Hogwash): You say, "My manse so pretty."
(Fire Hogwash): Shintar (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "Heh."
(Fire Hogwash): Enadonella (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "Hey brea."
(Fire Hogwash): You say, ":D."
(Fire Hogwash): Enadonella (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "You give me 8 hrs alone in that room and I won't swear at you for a whole irl month no matter what you do."
(Fire Hogwash): Enadonella (from the Prime Material Plane) says, ":D."
(Fire Hogwash): You say, "....that response is way creepier than I was even trying to be."
At first, I was a little embarrassed that I didn't know what that meant. Then I found out that, according to google, that was considered an old joke 8 years ago.
I only know it because my mother and I both hilariously received one of those weird chain emails from some woman apparently named Svetlana who wanted to rope us into a mail-order bride scenario.
Crumkane, Lord of Epicurean Delights says, "WAS IT INDEED ON FIRE, ERITHEYL."
-
With a deep reverb, Contemptible Sutekh says, "CEASE YOUR INFERNAL ENERGY, ERITHEYL."
A rare glimpse into the life of Ianir in the Havens. I found them amusing at least:
A gaseous cloier rushes forward with surprising grace, smashing his scalding spines into Marcella in a spray of blood.
Marcella has been slain by a gaseous cloier.
You reach into the ether and pull out a gaseous cloier.
Having been too much for the mortal threads of Marcella, she screams in agony as flames engulf her body and burn it to a crisp.
[ACHIEVEMENT]: You have completed the 'Hand Of Hope' Achievement! You have earned 75% Experience Bonus for 24 Hours.
With a negligent wave of your hand, you restore Marcella to life.
You say, "... I just got a 75% experience bonus."
--
(Coders): <Awesome person> says, "I love how the <redacted> on the debug is "Ianir's hopes and dreams" - I can't help but laugh that it may be Ianir's hopes and dreams killing her xD."
(Coders): You say, "Nah, they're just watching her die."
A whistling sound fills the air as a wickedly curved scythe whirls by high overhead at incredible speed. A whistling sound fills the air as a wickedly curved scythe whirls in with incredible speed, slamming into you forcefully and pinning you to the ground. As your consciousness fades, you hear the ominous jingling of bone chimes that hang from the base of the scythe. A ghostly fire bursts forth, consuming the last of your senses. You have been slain by Viravain. The mortal threads of your being severed, you scream in agony as the Divine spark within you enfolds your body with scorching flames.
Comments
You say, "...strangers."
Doman pokes a wintry white owl with enormous, blue-green eyes in the belly.
Thaendran says, "Well at least it is an equal opportunity biter."
I'm a consent-based roleplayer! Kindly ask first, and I will return the favour. Open to developing tinyplots.
Atlantis is my client of choice! (Guide)
I'm a consent-based roleplayer! Kindly ask first, and I will return the favour. Open to developing tinyplots.
Atlantis is my client of choice! (Guide)
A powerful field of energy fluctates wildly around the Megalith of Doom, scattering light across the
ruined features of the chamber. Deep cracks run down the three tiers to the base of the Megalith
while stone has fallen from the expansive dome high above, exposing the chamber to the soot-filled
sky high above.
At the darkest hour, the silence is deafening as no Bell-Tower rings in the distance to celebrate
midnight over Magnagora. The feeling of discomfort is tangible as you find yourself straining for
something that should be there, but is suddenly and desperately missing.
You suddenly hear the grinding of gears and the crack of a whip. A loud wailing and choked sobs
follow, soon to be accompanied by a loudly yelled 'BINGBONG' in the distance.
Trooper Alexin, Clock Tower of the Engine (Male Undead Human).
He is not currently active in any family.
You say to Eritheyl, "What?"
Rioting Rascal Eritheyl Ryseni says to you, "Your aptness for casting the perfect shade is just."
Eritheyl clicks his tongue, offering a double thumbs-up.
Stevarri sits himself down.
Stevarri says, "I was going to college, but then I got high. I was going to do my tasks, but then I
got high. Now I'm sitting on my ass, and I know why, because I got high, because I got high, because
I got hi-igh."
pls.
-
Part 2
Stevarri sings, "I need mead and a bag of weed, a big thick chick on my-."
Stevarri ponders for a moment and says "Hrm..."
Eritheyl gives a group of 500 weed sprigs to Stevarri.
Streaming down in cascades of cold amethyst silk richly patterned with dark grey and silver threads,
numerous banners hang upon the grey marble walls of this prodigious judicial chamber. They alternate
between geometrical knotwork patterns that coalesce into the lustrous crest of the Adherents, and
lines of embroidered text that form the complete Laws of the Collective of Hallifax. At the fore of
the courtroom, the judge's bench stands intimidatingly tall in black onyx and argent grey marble
before the most elaborate and detailed of the crested banners. Flanking this raised focal point is
the witness stand on the left and a desk on the right for the court reporter to stenotype legal
proceedings. To one side is the jury box, and the counsel tables for the plaintiff, the defendant,
and their respective legal teams are at the centre of the chamber, an onyx lectern between them. The
remainder of the space beyond the grey marble bar enclosing the litigation area is lined with long,
stone-sculpted pews to seat curious onlookers.
You see exits leading northeast, southeast, and south.
Aian Lerit'r, Lead Schematicist says, "Similarly the Adherents would need a space for discussing
justice and overseeing matters in a formal setting."
Princess Setisoki draws her chitinous fingertips along the edge of the judge's bench, nodding
approvingly.
Aian Lerit'r, Lead Schematicist says, "Individuals within who lean towards litigating Justice
proceedings can provide OBJECTION or an OBJECTION! as needed."
<< Our Beloved Chairman would be proud of the self-restraint we demonstrate here... >>
Phoebus Windwhisper says, "Oh?"
Astutely with professional aplomb, Zitto raises his finger and declares, "Objection."
Raising his finger swiftly and righteously, Zitto proclaims boldly, "Objection!"
Raising her finger swiftly and righteously, Phoebus proclaims boldly, "Objection!"
Raising his finger swiftly and righteously, Arix proclaims boldly, "Objection!"
Raising his finger defiantly at Zitto, Falaeron proclaims boldly, "Objection!"
Lord Zitto Shevat says, "Pardon me. Just practicing."
Ordassa asks, "OBJECTION?"
Parvenu Kialkarkea Diodorus, Textile Engineer frowns and says, "I find this behavior highly
objectionable."
You say, "I object to all these objections."
Raising your finger swiftly and righteously, you proclaim boldly, "Objection!"
Princess Setisoki's eyes twinkle enchantingly.
Parvenu Ino says, "You object to the object -."
Parvenu Ino says to you, "You stole my joke."
Ino gives a trillingly melodic laugh.
Astutely with professional aplomb, Iytha raises her finger and declares, "Objection."
Facet Shedrin Windwhisper says, "Hmm hmm."
Astutely with professional aplomb, Ordassa raises his finger and declares, "Objection."
Raising her finger swiftly and righteously, Iytha proclaims boldly, "Objection!"
Phoebus Windwhisper says, "We're practicing law."
Dramatically, Lord Zitto Shevat says, "Objection. I'm not on trial. I'm putting the system on trial."
Raising her finger swiftly and righteously, Ino proclaims boldly, "Objection!"
Raising his finger defiantly at you, Shedrin proclaims boldly, "Objection!"
Nonplussed, Aian Lerit'r, Lead Schematicist says, "If everyone is satisfied, let us move to the
south, please - at your leisure of course."
Princess Setisoki says, "An appropriate forum for it, is it not?"
Phoebus Windwhisper laughingly says, "Has everyone gotten their objections out of their system?"
Orventa ponders for a moment and says "Hrm..."
Raising her finger swiftly and righteously, Orventa proclaims boldly, "Objection!"
Turning to Phoebus with a look of astute professionalism, Kialkarkea raises her finger and declares,
"Objection."
Orventa nods her head sagely.
Astutely with professional aplomb, Ino raises her finger and declares, "Objection."
Parvenu Ino says, "I'm good."
You give a purple tulip to Brother Nido, Ontologist of the Wodewose.
Nido slips into a purple tulip.
Brother Nido, Ontologist of the Wodewose says to you, "You know what is better than a rose on your piano?"You tilt your head curiously at Nido.
Brother Nido, Ontologist of the Wodewose says to you, "Tulips on your organ."Nido winks conspiratorially at you.
You open your mouth to say something, but speech fails you.So... just how badass is this weapon, exactly?
Tonight amidst the mountaintops
And endless starless night
Singing how the wind was lost
Before an earthly flight
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You formally contest the vacant position as Guildleader of the Seekers.
[Short time later]
(Fire Hogwash): Dys says, "Heh, Steingrim for every position!"
(Blarghl): @Portius says, "It's not weird at all! They're cute little snugglesnakes that need to be dressed up and loved."
"Nope," a bloodhound says with finality.
A composed viscanti nobleman stares implacably at a bloodhound.
Cyna stares implacably at a bloodhound.
A bloodhound licks Cyna's hand.
Kiradawea tilts her head curiously at you.
You say, "Hm?"
Brilliant Engineer, Kiradawea Startail asks, "Why do you have so many gas masks?"
You give a trillingly melodic laugh.
You say, "Gero made them in case people wanted to use them during the guildhall tour."
You say, "Some of the smells can be overwhelming to those unaccustomed."
Comprehension flashes across Kiradawea's face.
Brilliant Engineer, Kiradawea Startail says, "Yeah. Formaldehyde has... a very unique aroma."
You smile impishly and say, "I prefer Informaldehyde myself."
You say, "Less astringent."
Brilliant Engineer, Kiradawea Startail says, "Well that explains why you didn't join the Aerie."
The corners of Kiradawea's mouth turn up as she grins mischievously.
You say, "I don't think Aelaoili would appreciate my mucking up his clean hall with."
You say, "Experiments."
Brilliant Engineer, Kiradawea Startail says, "You just have to not do bio experiments."
Lifting a dainty hand to finger your neckline, you glance about with uncertain disdain.
Brilliant Engineer, Kiradawea Startail says, "I'm still gonna do a lot of my research."
Brilliant Engineer, Kiradawea Startail says, "Anything... slimy will be left to the Institute guildhalls."
You say, "I may just slip a few lab rats in for you all to discover someday."
Kiradawea peers at you unscrupulously.
You hum innocently to yourself.
Brilliant Engineer, Kiradawea Startail says, "Already we see the brewing malcontentment of a civil war."
You say, "I mean, you don't know that I haven't already."
Brilliant Engineer, Kiradawea Startail says, "Yes..."
You waggle your eyebrows comically.
Brilliant Engineer, Kiradawea Startail says, "Because one generally trusts ones friends not to fill the guildhall with rats."
Brilliant Engineer, Kiradawea Startail says, "I'm all the rodent the guildhall needs."
Kiradawea nods her head sagely.
Your eyes sparkle with amusement.
I'm a consent-based roleplayer! Kindly ask first, and I will return the favour. Open to developing tinyplots.
Atlantis is my client of choice! (Guide)
--
A whistling sound fills the air as a wickedly curved scythe whirls by high overhead at incredible speed.
A whistling sound fills the air as a wickedly curved scythe whirls in with incredible speed, slamming into you forcefully and pinning you to the ground. As your consciousness fades, you hear the ominous jingling of bone chimes that hang from the base of the scythe. A ghostly fire bursts forth, consuming the last of your senses.
You have been slain by Viravain.
The mortal threads of your being severed, you scream in agony as the Divine spark within you enfolds your body with scorching flames.