4. Olrey 12. Breney 20. Caitbrieyn 28. Brether 36. Allah
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And this that just happened:
Some iridescent spores tumbles out of a leprechaun. Tandus drops the corpse of Lachesis the Weaver. Tandus is enveloped in translucent fire for a moment and is gone, his soul safe until he returns to Lusternia.
The Necromentate's mind opens to you, and a grotesque, demonic figure appears in your mind's eye, screaming in torment: "THE DEMON LORDS CAN NEVER TRULY BE KILLED - GREAT IS THEIR POWER."
You shock a platinum-coloured geomycus with tales of terror bestowed on villages who don't follow Magnagora. A platinum-coloured geomycus slaps her knee and declares that, by the gods, Ptoma Hive should follow the Grand Empire of Magnagora after all! Shouts rise up from Ptoma Hive, as its denizens loudly pledge themselves to the Grand Empire of Magnagora.
You bump into a cow as it wanders aimlessly in a circle.
Wagging her finger in censure, a wood nymph whispers quietly to a cow, whose eyes glow green and then nods meekly.
The Necromentate's mind opens to you, and a grotesque, demonic figure appears in your mind's eye, screaming in torment: "THE DEMON LORDS CAN NEVER TRULY BE KILLED - GREAT IS THEIR POWER."
You shock a platinum-coloured geomycus with tales of terror bestowed on villages who don't follow Magnagora. A platinum-coloured geomycus slaps her knee and declares that, by the gods, Ptoma Hive should follow the Grand Empire of Magnagora after all! Shouts rise up from Ptoma Hive, as its denizens loudly pledge themselves to the Grand Empire of Magnagora.
The Portal of Fate tells you, "You idiot! I love the cold of the grave."
Well, we're screwed now. The PoF is about to start putting out zombie novices.
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.
(CLAN): Kelly says, "Sometimes I kill people from my manse."
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.
The intoxicating scent of poppy flowers and resinous smoke wafts through the air, cast by the presence of a healing shrine of Mysrai nearby. The shadowy outline of a twisted forest casts a dark gloom here. The arctic temperatures stiffen your limbs and numb your muscles. His brow deeply furrowed, a thoughtful scholar paces back and forth here.
I hope no one was going mad looking for this guy on Prime.
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!
We decided to split it, the same way Xena and Kelly did it last time at 40,000. We were going to go for 40,001 as a joke but Fay seemed to pull a 24 hour+ stint and we had to drive past.
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!
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.
What happens when Zvoltz and Mysrai are in the same room and NOT fighting...
Mysrai, the Thousand-Shrouded Ivory intones, "It is well to hear You speaking peacefully, My Brother."
Zvoltz, the Architect's jaw tightens as lightning sparks in His eyes.
Mysrai, the Thousand-Shrouded Ivory intones, "The peace of Ivory be among Us. This is a time of rejoicing indeed."
Mysrai gazes upon Zvoltz with black-shimmering eyes. Cold pinpricks of light and whirling constellations sparkle with Her eyes as they regard Him with unnerving, unseeing focus.
Zvoltz, the Architect jerks His head in a singular nod.
Synkarin says, "I have whiskey?"
Zvoltz, the Architect says, "Give it to Me."
Synkarin gives a bottle to Zvoltz, the Architect.
Zvoltz takes a long draught of whiskey.
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!
Crimson Mystagogue Delphas n'Kylbar of the Dark Fates whispers, "My hands sometimes touch things."
The soft, hollow voice of Nocht, the Silent resounds within your mind as His words echo through the aether, "Congratulations, Arimisia. Your mastery of vermin cannot be disputed."
You shout, "Oh woe oh woe my love has forsaken her love of me, there is but one response!"
With grim, final resolve you gather the mental strength to slay yourself and as a tear drops from your eye, you end your time on this mortal coil by stopping your heart in an instant.
Supreme Commander Arimisia D'cente`, The Legion's Black Heart says, "I should have ate your corpse."
Neos has been slaughtered by the awesome might of Alitrea. You see the death occur at A sea-foam landing. You smile with pleasure as you ram your fist into your jaw.
Neos has been slaughtered by the awesome might of Alitrea. You see the death occur at A sea-foam landing. You smile with pleasure as you ram your fist into your jaw.
Oops?
I was doing the dishes. I can't be aware that there's a bug affecting me while doing them and since I'm on the html5 client, I didn't have any curing.
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Damn idiots.
....
*snicker*
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!
If olive oil comes from olives, where does baby oil come from?
If vegetarians eat vegetables, what do humanitarians eat?
Some possible female human names:
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4. Olrey 12. Breney 20. Caitbrieyn 28. Brether 36. Allah
. . .
And this that just happened:
Some iridescent spores tumbles out of a leprechaun.
Tandus drops the corpse of Lachesis the Weaver.
Tandus is enveloped in translucent fire for a moment and is gone, his soul safe until he returns to Lusternia.
"THE DEMON LORDS CAN NEVER TRULY BE KILLED - GREAT IS THEIR POWER."
You shock a platinum-coloured geomycus with tales of terror bestowed on villages who don't follow Magnagora.
A platinum-coloured geomycus slaps her knee and declares that, by the gods, Ptoma Hive should follow the Grand Empire of Magnagora after all!
Shouts rise up from Ptoma Hive, as its denizens loudly pledge themselves to the Grand Empire of Magnagora.
If olive oil comes from olives, where does baby oil come from?
If vegetarians eat vegetables, what do humanitarians eat?
Wagging her finger in censure, a wood nymph whispers quietly to a cow, whose eyes glow green and then nods meekly.
"THE DEMON LORDS CAN NEVER TRULY BE KILLED - GREAT IS THEIR POWER."
You shock a platinum-coloured geomycus with tales of terror bestowed on villages who don't follow Magnagora.
A platinum-coloured geomycus slaps her knee and declares that, by the gods, Ptoma Hive should follow the Grand Empire of Magnagora after all!
Shouts rise up from Ptoma Hive, as its denizens loudly pledge themselves to the Grand Empire of Magnagora.
Well, we're screwed now. The PoF is about to start putting out zombie novices.
I hope no one was going mad looking for this guy on Prime.
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!
If olive oil comes from olives, where does baby oil come from?
If vegetarians eat vegetables, what do humanitarians eat?
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!
This seems rather appropriate.
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!
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!
Mysrai gazes upon Zvoltz with black-shimmering eyes. Cold pinpricks of light and whirling constellations sparkle with Her eyes as they regard Him with unnerving, unseeing focus.
Zvoltz, the Architect jerks His head in a singular nod.
Zvoltz, the Architect says, "Give it to Me."
Synkarin gives a bottle to Zvoltz, the Architect.
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!
Crimson Mystagogue Delphas n'Kylbar of the Dark Fates whispers, "My hands sometimes touch things."
Signature!
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!
Well, if you don't mind... OOC: AAAH! YOU'RE MESSAGE #666! BEGONE, SATAN!
Thank you love, that made me laugh. After my day, I needed something so spontaneous.
Currently Playing in: The doctors office. One more needle and I might just lose it again.
You see the death occur at A sea-foam landing.
You smile with pleasure as you ram your fist into your jaw.
Oops?
Signature!