Where once the world made sense around you, sanity falters. You become certain that the sky is the place you should be standing, the way by which you should guide and centre yourself.
You see the people and the creatures around you leap for one another's throats, tearing them apart with claws that surge out of their mouths, a fatal and impossible embrace.
You see the ground bleed, the air dissolve into glossy skeins of essence, the trees scream with mouths made of glowing sap, the sky weep and weep and weep in blinding droplets that burn you with acid when they drift upwards to brush against you.
You see the world tear, shatter, rip like parchment torn from a dozen angles at once. You see light, hot and sickening and somehow loud, so loud that it feels like the centre of your mind has been torn. You hear the serpentine hiss of snakes and feel, feel, feel the world as it is rent open.
...and then it is over. You see the world around you as it was. It is over. You take a shuddering, normal breath. It is over.
Where once the world made sense around you, sanity falters. You become certain that the sky is the place you should be standing, the way by which you should guide and centre yourself.
You see the people and the creatures around you leap for one another's throats, tearing them apart with claws that surge out of their mouths, a fatal and impossible embrace.
You see the ground bleed, the air dissolve into glossy skeins of essence, the trees scream with mouths made of glowing sap, the sky weep and weep and weep in blinding droplets that burn you with acid when they drift upwards to brush against you.
You see the world tear, shatter, rip like parchment torn from a dozen angles at once. You see light, hot and sickening and somehow loud, so loud that it feels like the centre of your mind has been torn. You hear the serpentine hiss of snakes and feel, feel, feel the world as it is rent open.
...and then it is over. You see the world around you as it was. It is over. You take a shuddering, normal breath. It is over.
Where once the world made sense around you, sanity falters. You become certain that the sky is the place you should be standing, the way by which you should guide and centre yourself.
You see the people and the creatures around you leap for one another's throats, tearing them apart with claws that surge out of their mouths, a fatal and impossible embrace.
You see the ground bleed, the air dissolve into glossy skeins of essence, the trees scream with mouths made of glowing sap, the sky weep and weep and weep in blinding droplets that burn you with acid when they drift upwards to brush against you.
You see the world tear, shatter, rip like parchment torn from a dozen angles at once. You see light, hot and sickening and somehow loud, so loud that it feels like the centre of your mind has been torn. You hear the serpentine hiss of snakes and feel, feel, feel the world as it is rent open.
...and then it is over. You see the world around you as it was. It is over. You take a shuddering, normal breath. It is over.
For completeness' sake, there was one last line:
But somewhere out there, on the far reaches of your perception, you can feel the frayed edges of reality.
An abominable fusion of reptile and human, the three-faced gorgon hovers in the air thanks to tessellated wings that look like bone but are in fact solid quicksilver. Her serpentine lower half slinks in coiled curves of dark green- black scales, muscled and strong enough to break backs if it managed to wrap around a body. The gorgon's upper-half is vaguely humanoid, her skin textured with dark scales that ripple to the clawed tips of her hands. Each of her three faces is beautiful to a point, their mouths opening wide to reveal bronze fanged teeth and boar-like tusks that curl wickedly. The crowning glory of this dark monstrosity is the writhing, hissing mass of snakes she has for hair that drip poison from their mouths whilst snapping at any one who dares come close. Though she possesses golden eyes, her gaze remains downcast. A three-faced gorgon exudes an aura of overwhelming power.
Leaking black blood from every pore, a three-faced gorgon has been slain - her corpse slowly disintegrating as reality claims her. She weighs about 335 pounds. She has a slight resistance to cutting damage. She has a slight weakness to blunt damage. She has a moderate resistance to poison damage. She has a moderate resistance to excorable damage. She has a slight weakness to divinus damage. The corpse of a three-faced gorgon is holding: Nothing. It has the following aliases: gorgon.
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.
Where once the world made sense around you, sanity falters. You become certain that the sky is the place you should be standing, the way by which you should guide and centre yourself.
You see the people and the creatures around you leap for one another's throats, tearing them apart with claws that surge out of their mouths, a fatal and impossible embrace.
You see the ground bleed, the air dissolve into glossy skeins of essence, the trees scream with mouths made of glowing sap, the sky weep and weep and weep in blinding droplets that burn you with acid when they drift upwards to brush against you.
You see the world tear, shatter, rip like parchment torn from a dozen angles at once. You see light, hot and sickening and somehow loud, so loud that it feels like the centre of your mind has been torn. You hear the serpentine hiss of snakes and feel, feel, feel the world as it is rent open.
...and then it is over. You see the world around you as it was. It is over. You take a shuddering, normal breath. It is over.
@Breandryn Reality has voided its warranty. Everything is now made out of snakes, and also all children everywhere are potentially super-monsters. Hide your kids, hide your other kids, they are possessing everybody out there. In good news, it is now extremely easy to reach the astral plane. In bad news, everyone you love is going to die because Kethuru is going to eat us all today.
Trailing blood wherever he goes, the malevolently twisted figure of Sakima Stonemane stands here with gaping wounds spewing ichor.
Once the proud chieftain of the Hifarae Herd, Sakima Stonemane has been reborn with a terrifying countenance. His lower, equine half is a sickly pale like that of a corpse, pocked with gaping wounds that weep black blood, pus and other ichor; below, his hoofed legs uphold him like knives, their sharp points splintering the ground to bring forth shadow from deep within the earth. His tail - previously threaded with gold - is stained with blood, and as it sweeps behind him, it marks his passage in crimson. No longer tanned or muscled, the centaur's humanoid upper half has been flayed away, leaving only the pulsating, red stringiness of musculature, sinew and bone visible. One arm has been completely severed and it has been replaced with a cruel war scythe, serrated like a saw. Sakima Stonemane, the Pale Runner has an air of extreme strength.
Parvenu Trueflight Iytha says, "It's a perfectly reasonable way to find love. Love is out there, looking for you too! And now specially trained government officers and hunting down Love and putting her in a net to bring back to you."
Iytha brandishes a finely-woven snake net menacingly.
LOOK HAGHAN He is a burly tae'dae demigod with antlers and stands a few inches shy of seven feet in height. A pelt of black fur covers his ursine form, and two rounded ears perch atop his head. His hazel eyes are ringed by a band of golden fur, giving the appearance of a pair of spectacles. A large pattern of golden fur on his chest is barely visible, poking from beneath his clothing. He his built solidly, with broad shoulders nearly four feet across and large, muscular arms and powerful legs. His smile is warming, despite the presence of sharp teeth. He is wearing a masculine, bear-shaped wedding band, a frosted silver pocket watch, a canvas backpack, a tae'dae great helm of darkened iron, a glistening snake skull ring, an onyx and garnet ring, a coral ring etched with flowing swirls, a water droplet ring, a diamond encrusted onyx ring, an elegant amethyst brooch, a ring of wracked chorales, an onyx ring, a star-etched moonstone ring, an etched garnet ring, long, comfortable trousers of ebon black and the Flame of dae'Seren.
@Haghan's mouth turns up as his face breaks into a smile. A cone of sparkling light rises up around Haghan and whisks him away. Haghan enters from the ether, emanating an aura of immense power. Haghan stubmles in with an armload of honeycakes, muching on them messily. Haghan Eli'Silar says, "Honeycakes washed down with honey." Haghan Eli'Silar says, "Good day."
later...
-shoplog 2017/05/08 18:50:51 - Haghan bought 13 of a sticky honey cake for x gold.
As you snap a golden whip of the pious with a negligent flick of your wrist, paeans of heavenly verse cry out from where a hulking three-horned bull's flesh has been scathed by holy light.
You shift the reserved damage of your last strike forward.
A cloud of cinnamon heat wafts from your mouth to surround a hulking three-horned bull.
You have scored a CRUSHING CRITICAL hit!
You have scored a WORLD-SHATTERING CRITICAL HIT!!!
You focus on your wasted efforts, resolving to shift the damage forward.
The final blow proves too much for a hulking three-horned bull, who expires, pitifully.
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But somewhere out there, on the far reaches of your perception, you can feel the frayed edges of reality.
air thanks to tessellated wings that look like bone but are in fact solid
quicksilver. Her serpentine lower half slinks in coiled curves of dark green-
black scales, muscled and strong enough to break backs if it managed to wrap
around a body. The gorgon's upper-half is vaguely humanoid, her skin textured
with dark scales that ripple to the clawed tips of her hands. Each of her three
faces is beautiful to a point, their mouths opening wide to reveal bronze fanged
teeth and boar-like tusks that curl wickedly. The crowning glory of this dark
monstrosity is the writhing, hissing mass of snakes she has for hair that drip
poison from their mouths whilst snapping at any one who dares come close. Though
she possesses golden eyes, her gaze remains downcast.
A three-faced gorgon exudes an aura of overwhelming power.
Leaking black blood from every pore, a three-faced gorgon has been slain - her
corpse slowly disintegrating as reality claims her.
She weighs about 335 pounds.
She has a slight resistance to cutting damage.
She has a slight weakness to blunt damage.
She has a moderate resistance to poison damage.
She has a moderate resistance to excorable damage.
She has a slight weakness to divinus damage.
The corpse of a three-faced gorgon is holding:
Nothing.
It has the following aliases: gorgon.
Discord: Pharanyx#4357
Once the proud chieftain of the Hifarae Herd, Sakima Stonemane has been reborn with a terrifying countenance. His lower, equine half is a sickly pale like that of a corpse, pocked with gaping wounds that weep black blood, pus and other ichor; below, his hoofed legs uphold him like knives, their sharp points splintering the ground to bring forth shadow from deep within the earth. His tail - previously threaded with gold - is stained with blood, and as it sweeps behind him, it marks his passage in crimson. No longer tanned or muscled, the centaur's humanoid upper half has been flayed away, leaving only the pulsating, red stringiness of musculature, sinew and bone visible. One arm has been completely severed and it has been replaced with a cruel war scythe, serrated like a saw. Sakima Stonemane, the Pale Runner has an air of extreme strength.
Kudos to whoever wrote that. Pretty gory!
If you honestly think you are related to an immortal, I'll sell you some lovely land in the Balach Swamp.
Iytha brandishes a finely-woven snake net menacingly.
a city administrator
Discord: Pharanyx#4357
He is a burly tae'dae demigod with antlers and stands a few inches shy of seven feet in height. A
pelt of black fur covers his ursine form, and two rounded ears perch atop his head. His hazel eyes
are ringed by a band of golden fur, giving the appearance of a pair of spectacles. A large pattern
of golden fur on his chest is barely visible, poking from beneath his clothing. He his built
solidly, with broad shoulders nearly four feet across and large, muscular arms and powerful legs.
His smile is warming, despite the presence of sharp teeth.
He is wearing a masculine, bear-shaped wedding band, a frosted silver pocket watch, a canvas backpack, a tae'dae great helm of darkened iron, a glistening snake skull ring, an onyx and garnet ring, a coral ring etched with flowing swirls, a water droplet ring, a diamond encrusted onyx ring, an elegant amethyst brooch, a ring of wracked chorales, an onyx ring, a star-etched moonstone ring, an etched garnet ring, long, comfortable trousers of ebon black and the Flame of dae'Seren.
@Haghan's mouth turns up as his face breaks into a smile.
A cone of sparkling light rises up around Haghan and whisks him away.
Haghan enters from the ether, emanating an aura of immense power.
Haghan stubmles in with an armload of honeycakes, muching on them messily.
Haghan Eli'Silar says, "Honeycakes washed down with honey."
Haghan Eli'Silar says, "Good day."
later...
-shoplog
2017/05/08 18:50:51 - Haghan bought 13 of a sticky honey cake for x gold.
YESSS!
controls of the ship.
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Jojobo confirmed.
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Entered by: Ianir the Anomaly Date: 2017-05-09 21:46:32
o ENVOYWHO will no longer show 76 instances of Xenthos
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Xinthin's back!
"Awwwww!" you say.
From last Saturday's event (some lines cut):
Out of context, but the really entertaining thing for me was the amount of question marks.
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)
somehow that made me chuckle