Tirah begins to wield a golden pyrocannon in her left hand.
Herald of the Sacred Circus Tirah Mzithrei, the Riotous Ringleader acts as if she is shooting things
and goes "pew" everytime.
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.
A crawling presence slithers around space itself here, causing the aethership to tremble upon each eddy and wave. A high-pitched whine reverberates through thick walls of the hull, carrying with it a maddening scream of rage. There are 3 Portals of Fate here.
You are floating in aether.
Uh. Wut?
Mysrai, the Beckoner Beyond the Maze intones, "Continue to manifest the paradigm of working, My Alary."
The Divine voice of Camus the Cinderfly echoes in your head, "Thank you, once-body. I am happy that I fell into that eye."
(Ship): Ixchilgal says, "...there are portals of fate flying around astral."
There are 3 Portals of Fate here.
(Ship): Rolan says, "Holy crap. I didn't think those things occured naturally."
WELP.
Sounds like we somehow stole a bunch from Achaea/Aetolia/Imperian. No wonder we're getting newbs by the bucketload all of a sudden. Anyway... life goes on.
Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it.
I had NO context to go with, so my mind instantly crashed into the gutter and blew up.
I occasionally like to pretend that I'm replanting all of these herbs to attract bees, and might one day form an alliance with the bees and take over the Basin. Then we could have a wonderful tea party with plenty of honey and the best tea blends.
I occasionally like to pretend that I'm replanting all of these herbs to attract bees, and might one day form an alliance with the bees and take over the Basin. Then we could have a wonderful tea party with plenty of honey and the best tea blends.
Motes of coloured light dance about a queenly bird of paradise in sporadic arcs as a feminine voice echoes, "Rest assured - I believe a single voyage is not enough to transform My High Scion into a vessel of slaughter."
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!
Motes of coloured light dance about a queenly bird of paradise in sporadic arcs as a feminine voice echoes, "Rest assured - I believe a single voyage is not enough to transform My High Scion into a vessel of slaughter."
Wat, a voyage? Where are we going? ;-;
This most recent crop of newbies might be enough to transform Zyphora into a vessel of slaughter, though
Before the Matrix. Banks of clouds roil about here. There are 3 storm-coloured greyhounds here. A statue of an empyreal white falcon stands here, memorializing her noble spirit. 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. There are 10 Sentinel Deputy Commissars here. There are 10 Guardians of the Dodecahedron here. A majestic onyx obelisk rises from the centre of a polished ring of silver, bolts of icy white energy arcing between the two. In the shape of an open palm, a metallic sigil lies here. A brown, friendly pony with a braided tail stands here quietly. The Temporal Omnihedron floats about here, continually changing its arrangement. Junior Fellow Kalvin Windwhisper is here. Castellan Aerys Tarsuhl floats here as ribbons of prismatic light dart about her form. She wields a firmly packed snowball in each hand. Shifting Current Maligorn is here. He wields a firmly packed snowball in his right hand. Chairman Maellio Onz'Verheu, Penumbral Observer is here. He wields a firmly packed snowball in each hand. Shifting Current Ahren is here. She wields a firmly packed snowball in each hand. High Scion Zyphora Windwhisper is here, surrounded by a flurry of white feathers caught in a perfumed breeze. Undergraduate Ariostes is here. He wields a firmly packed snowball in each hand. Halberdier Etakoi is here. She wields a firmly packed snowball in her right hand. Understudy Harelvea is here. She wields a mobius lyre in her left hand and a firmly packed snowball in her right. You see exits leading northeast, southeast, southwest, and northwest.
You have come 6th in the Tournament and won the following Ikon(s): Miakoda, Maiden of the Moonhart.
...Great
"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."
The Pool of Stars. This location is flooded with shallow, crystal clear water. An enormously wide circular pool, as dark as the night sky, glitters softly between the columns. His form suffused with soft light, the Keeper of the Pool of Stars stands here attentively. A sigil in the shape of a small, rectangular monolith is on the ground. An imposing sword of radiant white metal has been driven deep into the ground in a silent statement of intent. In the shape of an open palm, a metallic sigil lies here. A statue of Zenobia the Queen of Queens stands here, memorializing her noble spirit. A chubby little gnome in a red suit stands here, tapping his nose with a finger. You see exits leading north, northeast, east, southeast, south, southwest, west, northwest, and up (open door).
Yeah, I've never made blatant references or anything. Most that I give is in tells, and that'll never change.
I seem to remember you sitting at the Megalith on an (then Magnagoran) alt counting your fingers and exclaiming that you didn't care about Mag because it was only.... 2, 3, 4 years until you were unshrubbed.
I actually never said anything that wouldn't be said in game and held at knowledge by the character it being said by. There's a difference between them entirely.
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Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it.
(from an Aetherbubble)
I just loiter about and hand out food.
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!
You gag a bit as Daem's stink wafts over you.
Valonah raises her hands and clouds form and darken overhead, releasing a heavy rain that drenches the area.
You raise your hands and clouds form and darken overhead, releasing a heavy rain that drenches the area.
Daem raises his hands and clouds form and darken overhead, releasing a heavy rain that drenches the area.
Banks of clouds roil about here. There are 3 storm-coloured greyhounds here. A
statue of an empyreal white falcon stands here, memorializing her noble spirit.
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. There are 10 Sentinel Deputy Commissars here.
There are 10 Guardians of the Dodecahedron here. A majestic onyx obelisk rises
from the centre of a polished ring of silver, bolts of icy white energy arcing
between the two. In the shape of an open palm, a metallic sigil lies here. A
brown, friendly pony with a braided tail stands here quietly. The Temporal
Omnihedron floats about here, continually changing its arrangement. Junior
Fellow Kalvin Windwhisper is here. Castellan Aerys Tarsuhl floats here as
ribbons of prismatic light dart about her form. She wields a firmly packed
snowball in each hand. Shifting Current Maligorn is here. He wields a firmly
packed snowball in his right hand. Chairman Maellio Onz'Verheu, Penumbral
Observer is here. He wields a firmly packed snowball in each hand. Shifting
Current Ahren is here. She wields a firmly packed snowball in each hand. High
Scion Zyphora Windwhisper is here, surrounded by a flurry of white feathers
caught in a perfumed breeze. Undergraduate Ariostes is here. He wields a firmly
packed snowball in each hand. Halberdier Etakoi is here. She wields a firmly packed
snowball in her right hand. Understudy Harelvea is here. She wields a mobius lyre in
her left hand and a firmly packed snowball in her right.
You see exits leading northeast, southeast, southwest, and northwest.
I don't regret my impromtu blizzard at all.
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Amidst the jingling of bells, small portals open up over the Basin of Life, out
of which float down chubby little gnomes in red suits.
Signature!
This location is flooded with shallow, crystal clear water. An enormously wide
circular pool, as dark as the night sky, glitters softly between the columns.
His form suffused with soft light, the Keeper of the Pool of Stars stands here
attentively. A sigil in the shape of a small, rectangular monolith is on the
ground. An imposing sword of radiant white metal has been driven deep into the
ground in a silent statement of intent. In the shape of an open palm, a metallic
sigil lies here. A statue of Zenobia the Queen of Queens stands here, memorializing her noble spirit.
A chubby little gnome in a red suit stands here, tapping his nose with a finger.
You see exits leading north, northeast, east, southeast, south, southwest, west,
northwest, and up (open door).
Signature!
Signature!