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I see "Don't. Move." and I think we are referencing that dinosaur that is about to eat us.
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EveriineWise Old Swordsbird / BrontaurIndianapolis, IN, USA
So, @Ianir's sight is based on movement is what I'm hearing.
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.
It's like all of you who say "just get 25 deathmarks and you will be fine" have never used deathmarks or even tried to see how impossible it is to build. Granted there are reports to fix this issue, but unless you have Roving Bands of Archliches all touching people like priests on choir boys you will never see more than 10 marks built.
I laughed way too hard at that.
The Divine voice of Ianir the Anomaly echoes in your head, "You are a ray of sunshine in a sea of
It's like all of you who say "just get 25 deathmarks and you will be fine" have never used deathmarks or even tried to see how impossible it is to build. Granted there are reports to fix this issue, but unless you have Roving Bands of Archliches all touching people like priests on choir boys you will never see more than 10 marks built.
It's like all of you who say "just get 25 deathmarks and you will be fine" have never used deathmarks or even tried to see how impossible it is to build. Granted there are reports to fix this issue, but unless you have Roving Bands of Archliches all touching people like priests on choir boys you will never see more than 10 marks built.
I laughed way too hard at that.
which report is this?
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The Divine voice of Ianir the Anomaly echoes in your head, "You are a ray of sunshine in a sea of
"This is a very boring, dull sort of hill, with different sized blades of grass all of which are the same shade of green growing monotonously. No bushes or plants decorate the landscape, and there is not quiet silence, but no noticeable sounds nearby either."
Something about this flavour of room description just amuses me these days.
A massive rat scrambles in from the northwest, snarling at you.
Removing his gloves, an eager viscanti assistant exclaims, "How nice of you to drop by for your own funeral!"
An eager viscanti assistant reaches out and grabs the rat with his very own hands, the rodent swiping its teeth at him this way and that viciously. With a dark chant at his lips, the assistant holds on, a grave chill emanating from his fingertips and draining the lifeforce out of the rat in seconds.
An eager viscanti assistant picks up the rat by its tail with a grimace of disgust and disposes of it in a current of cosmic fire.
The Grand Avian Gala's bird contest, as judged from Volucer, because it amused me:
Nelras Shevat, Her Silvern Legate says, "While we are
splitting the prize for the best costume, there is another contest which must
also be judged. This is, after all, a bird party, and so it is only appropriate
that there is a contest for the best bird. A contest which Volucer has most
graciously agreed to judge rather than win."
You urge a pink-crowned paradise parrot onwards.
A pink-crowned paradise parrot lazily draws her wings to and
fro through the air, fanning them slowly.
Volucer shuffles around circling all the other inferior
birds in attendance.
Volucer says to Nelras, "What criteria can I use? None
of them smell like fish."
Tribune of the Law, Misea says, "Demetra does like a
good fish."
Nelras Shevat, Her Silvern Legate says to Volucer,
"Their plumage, perhaps, although really you are the one who would
know."
You say to Volucer, "Volucer, you are judging them on
beauty and presentation, not on how much you'd like to eat them."
Misea chuckles long and heartily.
Nelras nods his head at you.
Tribune of the Law, Misea says, "That is a good way to
put it."
Nelras Shevat, Her Silvern Legate says to you, "Thank
you for making that clear beforehand, rather than after."
Volucer says, "...Hm, but I like eating beautiful fish
too?"
Wincing slightly, you say to Nelras, "Oh, my. Yes, that
would have been disastrous indeed."
Nelras Shevat, Her Silvern Legate says to Volucer, "But
there are birds, not fish."
Tribune of the Law, Misea says, "Sadly we did not
prepare a fish pagaent for this party..."
Volucer says, "Shouldn't a proper bird smell like fish?
Good healthy diet and all?"
Minister Curwa says, "...does that mean that the finest
bird is, in fact, a flying fish?"
Volucer says, "Yes, please! Where is the flying
fish?"
Curwa gives a trillingly melodic laugh.
Minister Curwa says, "I haven't the slightest idea, I'm
afraid."
Tribune of the Law, Misea says, "Oh dear. Well, perhaps
choose which bird would make the best flying fish?"
Volucer eyes Curwa with a grump.
You have emoted: After letting out a startled laugh, Irillia
ponders for a few moments in thought and murmurs at last, "Somewhere in
New Celest, perhaps?"
Volucer stalks over to a sapphire rose thunderbird and
examines the plumage like a good, fair judge.
Volucer opens his wings wide and compares them, looking from
his own to the thunderbird's a moment then pokes a sapphire rose thunderbird it
with the smooth side of his claw.
Misea shoos a glistening, vestal swan graced with gossamer
cloud wings forward to join the other birds to be judged.
Volucer shuffles over to a glistening, vestal swan graced
with gossamer cloud wings and does the same examination.
A glistening, vestal swan graced with gossamer cloud wings
ruffles her feathers.
Volucer clips his beak together, making a quiet clicking
sound.
Volucer grabs an errant feather on a glistening, vestal swan
graced with gossamer cloud wings and plucks it before moving off with a huff.
Misea lifts a hand to try and hide a small smile.
Nelras Shevat, Her Silvern Legate says to Volucer, "I
suggest you not try that with my phoenix, you might hurt your beak."
Volucer stares down a crepuscular dream phoenix with musical
wings of crystalline filaments and grumps, "You are a noisy bird.
Hmph."
Volucer performs the same examination anyway, measuring himself
against a crepuscular dream phoenix with musical wings of crystalline
filaments.
A crepuscular dream phoenix with musical wings of
crystalline filaments exhales, and her breath rushes out in a cloud of
twinkling dream motes that wink out of existence as they cascade down.
Volucer lays his ears back and relaxes, his eyes lidding
halfway.
Volucer tilts his head at a pink-crowned paradise parrot and
walks over towards the bird, "This one is small, I could fit her in my
beak easy?"
Volucer says, "If that's the last one, I could help the
competition that way."
Volucer nods solemnly.
You give a horrified gasp.
Maligorn Shevat says, "I think that it would be best if
you didn't do that."
Nelras Shevat, Her Silvern Legate says to Volucer,
"Eating the contestants is not a good way to help the competition."
You say, "I will never make you any more fish tea,
ever, if you even attempted it."
Volucer gives a horrified gasp.
Tribune of the Law, Misea says, "Sounds like a bad idea
indeed."
You have emoted: A pink-crowned paradise parrot eyes Volucer
warily, before launching into what it fondly imagines to be an aria of
melodiously trilling notes. Unfortunately, given the mechanics of the parrot's
beak and throat, the aria emerges as a series of loud squawks, causing Irillia
to let out the faintest of resigned sighs.
Volucer stares implacably at a pink-crowned paradise parrot.
Volucer says to a pink-crowned paradise parrot, "You
sing horribly."
Volucer says to a pink-crowned paradise parrot, "I like
you."
Volucer says, "That little horribly singing one wins.
It reminds me of a flying fish and it's tiny enough to fit in my beak."
Curwa gives a trillingly melodic laugh.
Volucer puffs up his chest proudly as if he just did the
most amazing thing ever.
Shunaan, bedmate of Utata has been slain by a sinker sprouting tangles of shimmering, blue-green threads. The song that Iveseth was performing fades away.
A sinker sprouting tangles of shimmering, blue-green threads expires from the impact of threads#92537.
Please congratulate Iveseth on the namechange and promotion to bedmate of Utata.
READNEWS EVENTS 414: Meanwhile, in Angkrag, Xenthos, Crek, Yendor, Deichtine, Synl and Twylyth....
Is there anyway to edit or suggest an edit in an events post? That's just gonna bug me otherwise...
I'm a little concerned about the commas, what with the possibility that this happened in multiple villages with strangely familiar names.
"Chairwoman," Princess Setisoki states, holding up a hand in a gesture for her to stop and returning the cup. "That would be quite inappropriate. One of the males will serve me."
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"You got Van Dammed, don't get Van Dammed."
Sorry, was inspired by Doritos commercial starring Jean Claude Van..well, you know!
o Removed an errant ghostly wakabi that was somehow also a container and
a plant. And it could talk.
Ok crap until the tokens let's go spin the wheel....
-checks ikons, its a common one, lovely more commons-
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No, NO! Bad Timing! Get back to your room!
You say, "I caused an untrapped error when I logged in. I don't know why."
Ianir the Anomaly says, "I am aware."
Reality slows as the Fates weave a new creation into the Tapestry of Life.
The Fates weave their last alteration upon the Tapestry of Life and time returns to normal.
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!
Avatar made through Picrew
...
I laughed way too hard at that.
Meanwhile, in Angkrag, Xenthos, Crek, Yendor, Deichtine, Synl and Twylyth....
Is there anyway to edit or suggest an edit in an events post?
That's just gonna bug me otherwise...
Something about this flavour of room description just amuses me these days.
Removing his gloves, an eager viscanti assistant exclaims, "How nice of you to drop by for your own
funeral!"
An eager viscanti assistant reaches out and grabs the rat with his very own hands, the rodent
swiping its teeth at him this way and that viciously. With a dark chant at his lips, the assistant
holds on, a grave chill emanating from his fingertips and draining the lifeforce out of the rat in
seconds.
An eager viscanti assistant picks up the rat by its tail with a grimace of disgust and disposes of
it in a current of cosmic fire.
Nelras Shevat, Her Silvern Legate says, "While we are splitting the prize for the best costume, there is another contest which must also be judged. This is, after all, a bird party, and so it is only appropriate that there is a contest for the best bird. A contest which Volucer has most graciously agreed to judge rather than win."
You urge a pink-crowned paradise parrot onwards.
A pink-crowned paradise parrot lazily draws her wings to and fro through the air, fanning them slowly.
Volucer shuffles around circling all the other inferior birds in attendance.
Volucer says to Nelras, "What criteria can I use? None of them smell like fish."
Tribune of the Law, Misea says, "Demetra does like a good fish."
Nelras Shevat, Her Silvern Legate says to Volucer, "Their plumage, perhaps, although really you are the one who would know."
You say to Volucer, "Volucer, you are judging them on beauty and presentation, not on how much you'd like to eat them."
Misea chuckles long and heartily.
Nelras nods his head at you.
Tribune of the Law, Misea says, "That is a good way to put it."
Nelras Shevat, Her Silvern Legate says to you, "Thank you for making that clear beforehand, rather than after."
Volucer says, "...Hm, but I like eating beautiful fish too?"
Wincing slightly, you say to Nelras, "Oh, my. Yes, that would have been disastrous indeed."
Nelras Shevat, Her Silvern Legate says to Volucer, "But there are birds, not fish."
Tribune of the Law, Misea says, "Sadly we did not prepare a fish pagaent for this party..."
Volucer says, "Shouldn't a proper bird smell like fish? Good healthy diet and all?"
Minister Curwa says, "...does that mean that the finest bird is, in fact, a flying fish?"
Volucer says, "Yes, please! Where is the flying fish?"
Curwa gives a trillingly melodic laugh.
Minister Curwa says, "I haven't the slightest idea, I'm afraid."
Tribune of the Law, Misea says, "Oh dear. Well, perhaps choose which bird would make the best flying fish?"
Volucer eyes Curwa with a grump.
You have emoted: After letting out a startled laugh, Irillia ponders for a few moments in thought and murmurs at last, "Somewhere in New Celest, perhaps?"
Volucer stalks over to a sapphire rose thunderbird and examines the plumage like a good, fair judge.
Volucer opens his wings wide and compares them, looking from his own to the thunderbird's a moment then pokes a sapphire rose thunderbird it with the smooth side of his claw.
Misea shoos a glistening, vestal swan graced with gossamer cloud wings forward to join the other birds to be judged.
Volucer shuffles over to a glistening, vestal swan graced with gossamer cloud wings and does the same examination.
A glistening, vestal swan graced with gossamer cloud wings ruffles her feathers.
Volucer clips his beak together, making a quiet clicking sound.
Volucer grabs an errant feather on a glistening, vestal swan graced with gossamer cloud wings and plucks it before moving off with a huff.
Misea lifts a hand to try and hide a small smile.
Nelras Shevat, Her Silvern Legate says to Volucer, "I suggest you not try that with my phoenix, you might hurt your beak."
Volucer stares down a crepuscular dream phoenix with musical wings of crystalline filaments and grumps, "You are a noisy bird. Hmph."
Volucer performs the same examination anyway, measuring himself against a crepuscular dream phoenix with musical wings of crystalline filaments.
A crepuscular dream phoenix with musical wings of crystalline filaments exhales, and her breath rushes out in a cloud of twinkling dream motes that wink out of existence as they cascade down.
Volucer lays his ears back and relaxes, his eyes lidding halfway.
Volucer tilts his head at a pink-crowned paradise parrot and walks over towards the bird, "This one is small, I could fit her in my beak easy?"
Volucer says, "If that's the last one, I could help the competition that way."
Volucer nods solemnly.
You give a horrified gasp.
Maligorn Shevat says, "I think that it would be best if you didn't do that."
Nelras Shevat, Her Silvern Legate says to Volucer, "Eating the contestants is not a good way to help the competition."
You say, "I will never make you any more fish tea, ever, if you even attempted it."
Volucer gives a horrified gasp.
Tribune of the Law, Misea says, "Sounds like a bad idea indeed."
You have emoted: A pink-crowned paradise parrot eyes Volucer warily, before launching into what it fondly imagines to be an aria of melodiously trilling notes. Unfortunately, given the mechanics of the parrot's beak and throat, the aria emerges as a series of loud squawks, causing Irillia to let out the faintest of resigned sighs.
Volucer stares implacably at a pink-crowned paradise parrot.
Volucer says to a pink-crowned paradise parrot, "You sing horribly."
Volucer says to a pink-crowned paradise parrot, "I like you."
Volucer says, "That little horribly singing one wins. It reminds me of a flying fish and it's tiny enough to fit in my beak."
Curwa gives a trillingly melodic laugh.
Volucer puffs up his chest proudly as if he just did the most amazing thing ever.
The song that Iveseth was performing fades away.
Things I thought I would never see attacking anyone, but so be it.
Thanks Maylea!
New char idea.