(Clan): You say, "How do I bring up that I'm underranked without sounding snobbish. Hmmmm." (Clan): Johan (from the Realm of the Silent) says, ""Favour me bitches"?" (Clan): Xenthos says, "Advance me now."
A soothing warmth settles into the surroundings as Tridemon, riding a silver gryphon with translucent wings of rainbow gossamer, enters from the up amid a corona of radiant golden flame. An aquamarine shark glides in upon the air from the up. Gliding in upon translucent wings of rainbow gossamer, a silver gryphon arrives from the up, radiating a bright incandescence. A Kusala of the Tahtetso says, "Greetings, sibling of this glorious hive - may your prayers be many, and may the Supernals hear them." A Kusala of the Tahtetso bows respectfully to Tridemon. Meleris, Keeper of the Pool of Stars bows his head reverently and traces a holy pentacle in the air before Tridemon, one point for each Supernal. Meleris, Keeper of the Pool of Stars says, "Blessed be, Chosen One."
Seriously, this is entirely too much spam for a single entry message.
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EveriineWise Old Swordsbird / BrontaurIndianapolis, IN, USA
Yep. I keep bringing it up, but there doesn't seem to be any interest in getting it changed. Gone are the days of one or two line entrance/exit messages.
Seriously, one guard/NPC total should greet a person. And if one is riding a beast, the beast shouldn't have its own entrance message. And custom entrance/exit messages themselves are too long.
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.
I certainly would like to see freaking Fraesic muted at this point. Come one, every time we name any city/commune at the Matrix, he starts babbling about it. (I think Gaudis would like the same to happen to Mesadari too, no doubt)
Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it.
I certainly would like to see freaking Fraesic muted at this point. Come one, every time we name any city/commune at the Matrix, he starts babbling about it. (I think Gaudis would like the same to happen to Mesadari too, no doubt)
I rather like the things that the nexus guardians say. It's an extremely condensed and simplified version of the view that their organization (should usually) have towards the others.
That doesn't preclude them from being annoying at times.
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.
I certainly would like to see freaking Fraesic muted at this point. Come one, every time we name any city/commune at the Matrix, he starts babbling about it. (I think Gaudis would like the same to happen to Mesadari too, no doubt)
I rather like the things that the nexus guardians say. It's an extremely condensed and simplified version of the view that their organization (should usually) have towards the others.
It gets annoying after the 50000000000000th time.
Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it.
I certainly would like to see freaking Fraesic muted at this point. Come one, every time we name any city/commune at the Matrix, he starts babbling about it. (I think Gaudis would like the same to happen to Mesadari too, no doubt)
We added a timer to Fraesic so his word vomit had a cooldown. If you want to suggest tweaking that, it sounds like something your CL could take up with the city patron.
I certainly would like to see freaking Fraesic muted at this point. Come one, every time we name any city/commune at the Matrix, he starts babbling about it. (I think Gaudis would like the same to happen to Mesadari too, no doubt)
We added a timer to Fraesic so his word vomit had a cooldown. If you want to suggest tweaking that, it sounds like something your CL could take up with the city patron.
Why can't it just be done across the board? They're all annoying
I'm with Enyalida, only saying it TO them spurring the blurb would be great!
Crumkane, Lord of Epicurean Delights says, "WAS IT INDEED ON FIRE, ERITHEYL."
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With a deep reverb, Contemptible Sutekh says, "CEASE YOUR INFERNAL ENERGY, ERITHEYL."
What, you mean saying Faeling at the Matrix won't spam you with a tell about stealing Fae from Ethereal? Boooo.
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, you mean saying Faeling at the Matrix won't spam you with a tell about stealing Fae from Ethereal? Boooo.
Actually it seems to be anything starting in Fae, go go gadget regular expressions.
Still, I'll pester Zvoo about increasing the timer and messing with the vomit. Not that he couldn't maybe just read this here and just skip a step maybe... >.=.>
.oO---~---Oo.
"Perfect. Please move quickly to the next post, as the effects of
prolonged exposure to the signature are not part of this test."
I certainly would like to see freaking Fraesic muted at this point. Come one, every time we name any city/commune at the Matrix, he starts babbling about it. (I think Gaudis would like the same to happen to Mesadari too, no doubt)
We added a timer to Fraesic so his word vomit had a cooldown. If you want to suggest tweaking that, it sounds like something your CL could take up with the city patron.
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.
Oberst Entrias Pavok, Chancellor of the Collective smiles and says, "Don't bite at your lip, dear. What is it?"
Looking exceptionally embarrassed, you say, "Oh, I um. I um. I don't...um, I don't like, um, men. Like that."
You have emoted: Maerad glances at the floor as if hoping it will swallow her up.
Oberst Entrias Pavok, Chancellor of the Collective nods his head slowly, kissing you atop your forehead. "That's fine, dear heart. Women are acceptable, then?"
Oberst Entrias Pavok, Chancellor of the Collective pulls a small crystalline pad from under his cloak, studying a bit before tapping at it with an extended finger.
Blinking widely, you say, "Oh, Papa, please tell me that isn't a list. You're not keeping a list, are you?"
With a slight frown as he glides his finger across the pad, Oberst Entrias Pavok, Chancellor of the Collective says, "Merely a list of acceptable cross-referenced citizens within good standing, dear. Being the Oberst has its advantages."
Your conductive amplifier short circuits and breaks apart. Your insulation cracks and splinters, allowing the heat in once more. The disc of antigravity particles beneath your feet fails, breaking up. Your force generator sparks violently and bursts into flames. It is now the 1st of Shanthin, 373 years after the Coming of Estarra.
Your conductive amplifier short circuits and breaks apart. Your insulation cracks and splinters, allowing the heat in once more. The disc of antigravity particles beneath your feet fails, breaking up. Your force generator sparks violently and bursts into flames. It is now the 1st of Shanthin, 373 years after the Coming of Estarra.
#thestruggle
I imagine this all happening in a overdrawn, mad science-y explosion of sparks that leaves you standing there covered in soot and fur all frazzled up.
.oO---~---Oo.
"Perfect. Please move quickly to the next post, as the effects of
prolonged exposure to the signature are not part of this test."
Given what game this is, and its population, I think "yiff" would be the most fitting. /shrug
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.
With a menacing roar, Mesadari Rhiero, Keeper of the Eternal Flame rams herself hard against Tirah, causing her to stagger back in pain. Hovering over her, she kicks Tirah repeatedly with malicious intent.
Tirah accidentally smacked a guard, but Mesadari's one fighting line is like matrix stuff going on.
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."
I think by 'hovering' it just means the same as, say, 'looming over her' would.
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 lose your ionic charge as the cloud around you dissipates. The cloud of spinning dynomatic particles around you suddenly whooshes away. Your sizzling cloud of electromagnetism snaps away in an instant with a crackle and a pop. A fold appears in the tapestry of fate, heralding the birth of a new year as the Fates pen the next chapter into the neverending story that is Lusternia. Midnight shadows coalesce around a new day, and Mother Night embraces the land in utter darkness. It is now the 1st of Estar, 374 years after the Coming of Estarra.
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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!
(Clan): Johan (from the Realm of the Silent) says, ""Favour me bitches"?"
(Clan): Xenthos says, "Advance me now."
I sure missed you guys.
Seriously, this is entirely too much spam for a single entry message.
Seriously, one guard/NPC total should greet a person. And if one is riding a beast, the beast shouldn't have its own entrance message. And custom entrance/exit messages themselves are too long.
Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it.
That doesn't preclude them from being annoying at times.
"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.
Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it.
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NARF!
Estarra the Eternal says, "Give Shevat the floor please."
Your insulation cracks and splinters, allowing the heat in once more.
The disc of antigravity particles beneath your feet fails, breaking up.
Your force generator sparks violently and bursts into flames.
It is now the 1st of Shanthin, 373 years after the Coming of Estarra.
#thestruggle
NARF!
Shouldn't that be "Yrlf" here instead?
EDIT: Or perhaps Yalf has a better ring to it.
"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.
Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it.
"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 cloud of spinning dynomatic particles around you suddenly whooshes away.
Your sizzling cloud of electromagnetism snaps away in an instant with a crackle and a pop.
A fold appears in the tapestry of fate, heralding the birth of a new year as the Fates pen the next
chapter into the neverending story that is Lusternia.
Midnight shadows coalesce around a new day, and Mother Night embraces the land in utter darkness.
It is now the 1st of Estar, 374 years after the Coming of Estarra.
The struggle continues.