By typing HONOURS <player> you may see some publically available information about that player.
Therefore, by explicit admin direction (help file), honours are basically what your character is known for as a public figure. Think BBC profiles for politicians or actors. No matter how in love with tea you are, I'm pretty sure you won't get the urge to prostrate yourself to the British flag when you look at Tony Blair's profile, so yeah, that laurels up there about serving the light? Out of line.
While that may be true, the act of HONOURS is what is being question. Do you sense the aether for this person and you read some magical threads about the person? Do you think about them and this 'honours' appears in your mind? I would say that, from an IC standpoint, there is something physical/mental about using the command and your character does/feels something when they do it.
My opinion (it's an opinion for sure, and not stated in the help files) is that entering the command of HONOURS is not an act your character metaphysically performs, but represents the availability of information about said person as-is. When I enter HONOURS, Lerad isn't flipping open a magical phonebook to look up his uncle's details, but rather, he's recalling "Oh yeah, he's a Bachelor of Science."
No matter how in love with tea you are, I'm pretty sure you won't get the urge to prostrate yourself to the British flag when you look at Tony Blair's profile
Alternately, the Library keep track of it and you lookup the info by sending a tell to Weeky, who knows everyone who is everyone. Scroll of Laurels is you having a magical copy of the scroll he uses, which changes your entry?
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EveriineWise Old Swordsbird / BrontaurIndianapolis, IN, USA
All laurels annoy me. In fact, a great deal of the customization stuff annoys me, only because too many are freakishly long.
This makes me giggle a little because of your signature Everiine.
It's not in game, it doesn't count :P . However, now that you mention it, if Ev ever got Laurels...
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.
Haezon would like you to know that: Arrogance is wrong. And bad. There should be a new, stronger word for arrogance. Like badwrong, or badong. Yes, arrogance is badong. From this moment, I will stand for the opposite of arrogance: ecnagorra.
Haezon would like you to know that: Arrogance is wrong. And bad. There should be a new, stronger word for arrogance. Like badwrong, or badong. Yes, arrogance is badong. From this moment, I will stand for the opposite of arrogance: ecnagorra.
Centre of the Necropolis. A magnificent chandelier featuring the Magnagoran Pantheon hangs high overhead here, bathing the area in sable and sanguine light. Rising up from cracks in the floor, the Megalith of Doom towers above everything here, polluting the air with its foul fumes. The Keeper of the Megalith stands here radiating a tainted presence. There are 40 wights here. There are 3 gibbering ghouls here. There are 2 grotesque ghasts here. There are 30 illithoid reavers here. Swirling eddies of chaotic ether dance around a marble shrine to Morgfyre that holds a crystal model of the planispheres. There are 3 wights here. The shrouded form of a wight floats ominously in the air here. In the shape of an open palm, a metallic sigil lies here. Seditionist Vetala D'Cente is here. She wields a damning symbol of domination in her left hand and a runic greatshield of shadowy steel in her right. You see exits leading north, east, south, and west.
A magnificent chandelier featuring the Magnagoran Pantheon hangs high overhead here, bathing the area in sable and sanguine light. Rising up from the cracks in the floor, a statue of @Munsia towers above everything here, polluting the air with her foul fumes.
You are dismayed as a sleek beam generator turns to dust in your hands. Midnight shadows coalesce around a new day, and Mother Night embraces the land in utter darkness. It is now the 1st of Dvarsh, 390 years after the Coming of Estarra.
We've been through so much together. Alas.
The good news is that I can quote some lines that will only be seen every 250 days.
Fitting together carefully engineered plates of silver, you quickly but methodically construct a sleek beam generator. Deftly, you fill the resevoirs with reagents, tweaking the knobs and dials to very precise settings.
Deftly, your skilled hands bend high-grade silver into a cone, tempering the metal with your aerochemantic reagents to withstand extreme electrical force. With a satisfied grunt, you snap your focal tip onto the business end of your beam generator and prepare to bring ignorance to the masses.
You sense the sweeping gaze of Vivet looking upon you.
squeeze pixie for vivet saying for the Economy!
You gently squeeze a tiny pixie and it flits quickly away to visit Vivet.
With a loud yet playful whistle, a mechanical dirigible comes puttering in on currents of air, its
metallic claw grasping a platter of fried, smiling potato faces, which it quickly deposits in your
hands.
:x
Viravain, Lady of the Thorns shouts, "And You would seize Me? Fool! I am the Glomdoring! I am the Wyrd, and beneath the cloak of Night, the shadows of the Silent stir!"
You sense the sweeping gaze of Vivet looking upon you.
squeeze pixie for vivet saying for the Economy!
You gently squeeze a tiny pixie and it flits quickly away to visit Vivet.
With a loud yet playful whistle, a mechanical dirigible comes puttering in on currents of air, its
metallic claw grasping a platter of fried, smiling potato faces, which it quickly deposits in your
hands.
:x
Never say I don't do anything for the hungry. That platter was my idea after nomming on some of those during my business trip last week. Still, designing kudos go to Vivet. :x
Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it.
Isune, the Aesthete says, "Portius, how do you feel about cake? The lady Saoirse must be most hungry."
Portius gives a pained sigh.
Lord-Librarian Portius Windwhisper, Weaver of the Aurora says to Isune, "I feel as though I
know exactly what is about to happen in regard to cake. By all means."
You tilt your head curiously.
Innocently, Isune, the Aesthete says, "I have no idea what you mean."
Isune lifts a dainty hand to Her neckline, glancing about with uncertain disdain.
Lord-Librarian Portius Windwhisper, Weaver of the Aurora mutters something about liars.
To nothing in particular, Isune, the Aesthete intones, "Bake Portius in a delicious cake."
Portius looks befuddled for a moment before seeming to dwindle as a giant, luscious seven- tiered cake springs into existence, obscuring them from view as Isune picks it up gently.
You blink.
Isune gives a magnificent seven-tiered cake to you.
Isune, the Aesthete says to you, "Please enjoy."
You say, "But umm.."
Fashioned of seven concentric tiers, this cake towers above all around it. White fondant adorns the outside, chased with delicate pink buds and green floral traceries. The overwhelming scents of sugar and vanilla hang in the air about it cloyingly.
It weighs 10 ounce(s).
It bears the distinctive mark of Isune, the Aesthete.
As you devour a magnificent seven-tiered cake, the canny and sneaky form of Portius is revealed who tackles you, sending you rolling head over heels as Portius yells in triumph.
"You are so much bigger than you think you are," She says, fervently. "You are a beacon of hope that shines through the world with every step you take. You are My beacon, Gabriella, and you shine even into the darkest of nightmares."
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The air sparkles with silver motes of light as a silken voice says, "You will see growth and strength where others will see weakness. You will walk with Us as a paragon of Serenwilde's power, for you have already walked this path before."
You look at an onyx void blaster that Aeden is wielding: Internal momentum and mass redistributers have been attached to the sides and end of this curious onyx instrument, allowing it to be held comfortably in one hand despite its rather massive size. A single handle with a button under the index finger has been placed under the central body of this blaster which elongates and gives way to three slender crystal rails. The onyx rails extend from the far end of the blaster to create a sort of triangular barrel between which small discharges of energy arc at irregular intervals. In the central body of this instrument, a large phase prism pulses with an unnerving darkness, seeming to hold the very essence of the Void itself. A good number of smaller crystals and conduits run along the side of the blaster, combined with several small displays, buttons and dials. From time to time, a small discharge of Void energy arcs from within the phase crystal towards the barrel, leaving no doubt that this instrument has primarily been designed as a weapon.
I am like this close to classflexing into Harmonics. Crystalweapons are the epitome of amazing. Resonators are even cooler than blasters imo.
You resigned from the Ambassador position of Glomdoring.
(person) tells you, "How goes?"
You tell (person), "It goes well. Was there something you needed?"
(person) tells you, "I was seeking entrance to the Wyrd and was referred to you."
You tell (person), "Oh. Bad timing, then."
In order of events. So sorry for person, but this kinda cracked me up.
"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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Signature!
Ixion tells you, "// I don't think anyone else had a clue, amazing form."
Oh good heavens, they're talking now!
A magnificent chandelier featuring the Magnagoran Pantheon hangs high overhead here, bathing the
area in sable and sanguine light. Rising up from cracks in the floor, the Megalith of Doom towers
above everything here, polluting the air with its foul fumes. The Keeper of the Megalith stands here
radiating a tainted presence. There are 40 wights here. There are 3 gibbering ghouls here. There are
2 grotesque ghasts here. There are 30 illithoid reavers here. Swirling eddies of chaotic ether dance
around a marble shrine to Morgfyre that holds a crystal model of the planispheres. There are 3
wights here. The shrouded form of a wight floats ominously in the air here. In the shape of an open
palm, a metallic sigil lies here. Seditionist Vetala D'Cente is here. She wields a damning symbol of
domination in her left hand and a runic greatshield of shadowy steel in her right.
You see exits leading north, east, south, and west.
Well Dayum...someone's been busy
Signature!
Ixion tells you, "// I don't think anyone else had a clue, amazing form."
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Midnight shadows coalesce around a new day, and Mother Night embraces the land in utter darkness.
It is now the 1st of Dvarsh, 390 years after the Coming of Estarra.
We've been through so much together. Alas.
The good news is that I can quote some lines that will only be seen every 250 days.
Fitting together carefully engineered plates of silver, you quickly but methodically construct a sleek beam generator. Deftly, you fill the resevoirs with reagents, tweaking the knobs and dials to very precise settings.
Deftly, your skilled hands bend high-grade silver into a cone, tempering the metal with your aerochemantic reagents to withstand extreme electrical force. With a satisfied grunt, you snap your focal tip onto the business end of your beam generator and prepare to bring ignorance to the masses.
The nerd in me is so happy
Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it.
4154h, 4512m, 3576e, 10p, 18340en, 19099w Bex-
Grizzly Munsia D'Cente, The Sharp Fanged sings, "I got the magic, in me."
4154h, 4512m, 3576e, 10p, 18340en, 19099w Bex-
You say to Munsia, "Is that why you dare not touch our tracks?"
4154h, 4512m, 3576e, 10p, 18340en, 19123w Bex-
Munsia puts her hands on her hips and says "Huh?"
4154h, 4512m, 3576e, 10p, 18340en, 19135w Bex-
Black smoke is released from the Megalith of Doom as it grows with power.
4154h, 4512m, 3576e, 10p, 18340en, 19159w Bex-
You say, "For fear of spontaneous magickal combustion in the form of alchemical transmutation, of course."
4154h, 4512m, 3576e, 10p, 18340en, 19165w Bex-
Munsia looks about in confusion.
4154h, 4512m, 3576e, 10p, 18340en, 19177w Bex-
You say, "In short, for fear of turning it into gold."
4154h, 4512m, 3576e, 10p, 18340en, 19177w Bex-
Ixion tells you, "// I don't think anyone else had a clue, amazing form."
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!
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Estarra the Eternal says, "Give Shevat the floor please."
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Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it.
O-ho?
Internal momentum and mass redistributers have been attached to the sides and end of this curious onyx instrument, allowing it to be held comfortably in one hand despite its rather massive size. A single handle with a button under the index finger has been placed under the central body of this blaster which elongates and gives way to three slender crystal rails. The onyx rails extend from the far end of the blaster to create a sort of triangular barrel between which small discharges of energy arc at irregular intervals. In the central body of this instrument, a large phase prism pulses with an unnerving darkness, seeming to hold the very essence of the Void itself. A good number of smaller crystals and conduits run along the side of the blaster, combined with several small displays, buttons and dials. From time to time, a small discharge of Void energy arcs from within the phase crystal towards the barrel, leaving no doubt that this instrument has primarily been designed as a weapon.
I am like this close to classflexing into Harmonics. Crystalweapons are the epitome of amazing. Resonators are even cooler than blasters imo.
NOPE
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!