This location is flooded with shallow, crystal clear water. A few light wisps of cloud are spread high in the sky. There are 44 merian priestesses here.
...dang
Never put passion before principle. Even if you win, you lose.
If olive oil comes from olives, where does baby oil come from?
If vegetarians eat vegetables, what do humanitarians eat?
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Cyndarinused Flamethrower! It was super effective.
One day there should be a quest to make you gather all the priestesses in one location. You'd quickly realize that's not even 1/5th of the priestesses out there....
One day there should be a quest to make you gather all the priestesses in one location. You'd quickly realize that's not even 1/5th of the priestesses out there....
Lusternia has been crushed to death by overwhelming lag.
You see the death occur at upon the Sacrosanct Promenade.
One day there should be a quest to make you gather all the priestesses in one location. You'd quickly realize that's not even 1/5th of the priestesses out there....
Oh I realise that all too well x_x
Never put passion before principle. Even if you win, you lose.
If olive oil comes from olives, where does baby oil come from?
If vegetarians eat vegetables, what do humanitarians eat?
So what I'm hearing is that you could influence Eventru's realm, and by the time you are done, they'd already be respawning?
More likely by the time you're halfway done. I remember influencing priestesses as a faeling with pretty much all possible buffs... and they were some tough critters.
Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it.
As memory serves, godrealms generally have one mob for every two rooms in it. That give you an idea of how bored Eventru is.
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.
So, we had Gorky come out and he asked us where we wanted the shop directory to be placed, and this happened:
(Glomdoring): Celina says, "I'll claim seniority on this one and make the decision."
(Glomdoring): You say, "This works - we're at a branch in a subterranean tunnel Gorky."
(Glomdoring): Gorky Hardbottom says, "If yer sure."
(Glomdoring): Gorky Hardbottom says, "Ol' Gorky will get to it when he gets to it."
(Glomdoring): Celina says, "Indeed I am."
(Glomdoring): You say, "Do send our regards to the Lady Viravain, please."
(Glomdoring): Celina says, "Who wishes to message the Dark Regent and accept her ire
should this be in the wrong place."
(Glomdoring): Celina says, "Suddenly a lot less chatty, aren't we."
(Glomdoring): Thul says, "I think we're fine as long as it doesn't end up in Serenwilde
or something."
(Glomdoring): Nihta says, "I do believe you said you accepted the onus of the decision,
Princess."
(Glomdoring): Lerad says, "I will."
(Glomdoring): Celina says, "Indeed I did, but she does not have to know that."
(Glomdoring): Gorky Hardbottom says, "Never ye fear. Gorky will blame the witch if all
goes wrong."
(Glomdoring): Celina says, "I will assume you mean Rowena."
(Glomdoring): Gorky Hardbottom says, "I mean ye, O Princess of Princesses."
(Glomdoring): Gorky Hardbottom says, "Ahh. Hoity toity coven don't like being called
witches now, eh?"
(Glomdoring): You say, "Ahem."
(Glomdoring): Celina says, "We prefer to maintain a level of dignity befitting the
faithful of Mother Night."
(Glomdoring): Celina says, "We understand others are less....hoity toity."
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!"
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!"
... he was actually really tame. Viravain must have sat him down for that little chat.
Definitely like the last name... although it could've been worse, I guess... there's always WIGGLEbottom.
He used to be so overly lecherous, I would cringe whenever I saw him around to start up a building project (once they switched him from Ephemeral to Glom-builder-mob when the Swampghast just couldn't cut it any more).
Shedrin throws out a quick jab at a glowing sphere of harmony. A glowing sphere of harmony dodges the blow.
Shedrin throws out a quick jab at a glowing sphere of harmony. Shedrin connects. Shedrin has scored an OBLITERATING CRITICAL hit! The final blow proves too much for a glowing sphere of harmony, who expires, pitifully. A glowing sphere of harmony has been slain by Shedrin. Many golden sovereigns spill from the corpse.
Shedrin's aura of weapons rebounding disappears. Shedrin throws out a quick jab at a glowing sphere of harmony. Shedrin connects. Shedrin has scored a CRUSHING CRITICAL hit. The final blow proves too much for a glowing sphere of harmony, who expires, pitifully. A glowing sphere of harmony has been slain by Shedrin. Many golden sovereigns spill from the corpse.
You're missing a torso. The Omnihedron doesn't qualify.
Plus, I think the head came with head, eyes, ears, and scalp already attached! It'll be a mutant.
... on second thought, that is pretty close to a homunculus.
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EveriineWise Old Swordsbird / BrontaurIndianapolis, IN, USA
You ask Evali, "How are you, little one?"
Druidess Evali Lavariel Myeras smiles and says to you, "I am well, thank you."
Druidess Evali Lavariel Myeras frowns and says to you, "I do miss a particular person, though."
'Oh?' you exclaim quizzically at Evali.
Evali nods her head emphatically.
Druidess Evali Lavariel Myeras says to you, "The Head Librarian."
Evali gives a pained sigh.
You utter a deep, rumbling laugh.
You smile and say to Evali, "Not what I was expecting."
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.
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EveriineWise Old Swordsbird / BrontaurIndianapolis, IN, USA
Trailing cosmic dust in its wake, a glittering high-heeled shoe flies end-over-end across the firmament. Munsia has been seared to death by the divine flame of Estarra the Eternal.
Trailing cosmic dust in its wake, a glittering high-heeled shoe flies end-over-end across the firmament. Munsia has been seared to death by the divine flame of Estarra the Eternal.
Trailing cosmic dust in its wake, a glittering high-heeled shoe flies end-over-end across the firmament. Munsia has been seared to death by the divine flame of Estarra the Eternal.
Princess Celina Nightshade, the Heartless shouts, "Best. Fireworks. Ever."
Estarra's voice shatters the cosmic equilibrium, "Shush."
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.
Motes of light around the caldera pulse brightly as a soft voice echoes, "Beauty is that which extols the higher emotions. It is aesthetic, pleasing to be hold, and can be cathartic in its nature."
Also, ca·thar·ti·cal. evacuating the bowels; purgative.
3. a purgative.
>.>
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.
Motes of light around the caldera pulse brightly as a soft voice echoes, "Beauty is that which extols the higher emotions. It is aesthetic, pleasing to be hold, and can be cathartic in its nature."
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.
So I was browsing through recent library submissions when I came upon this. Thul, how the hell did you manage to make everything so absolutely wrong so absolutely right? If any of you haven't read this yet I want you to go to your local library and checkout Rockeater Holocaust.
--+--
ROCKEATER HOLOCAUST
a serious and tragic story from the pen of Thul of the Fog
--+--
The Shadow Council was shadowy. Shadows hung over each seat, shadowing each member's face and body in shadow. The edges were shadowy, and the ceiling was shadowy too. The only part of the room that wasn't shadowy was the center, where a little bit of light shone down to make the surrounding shadows even shadowier.
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Somehow, I do not think so.
high in the sky. There are 44 merian priestesses here.
...dang
If olive oil comes from olives, where does baby oil come from?
If vegetarians eat vegetables, what do humanitarians eat?
Lusternia has been crushed to death by overwhelming lag.
If olive oil comes from olives, where does baby oil come from?
If vegetarians eat vegetables, what do humanitarians eat?
Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it.
... he was actually really tame. Viravain must have sat him down for that little chat.
Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it.
Shedrin throws out a quick jab at a glowing sphere of harmony.
A glowing sphere of harmony dodges the blow.
Shedrin throws out a quick jab at a glowing sphere of harmony.
Shedrin connects.
Shedrin has scored an OBLITERATING CRITICAL hit!
The final blow proves too much for a glowing sphere of harmony, who expires, pitifully.
A glowing sphere of harmony has been slain by Shedrin.
Many golden sovereigns spill from the corpse.
Shedrin's aura of weapons rebounding disappears.
Shedrin throws out a quick jab at a glowing sphere of harmony.
Shedrin connects.
Shedrin has scored a CRUSHING CRITICAL hit.
The final blow proves too much for a glowing sphere of harmony, who expires, pitifully.
A glowing sphere of harmony has been slain by Shedrin.
Many golden sovereigns spill from the corpse.
Plus, I think the head came with head, eyes, ears, and scalp already attached! It'll be a mutant.
... on second thought, that is pretty close to a homunculus.
Druidess Evali Lavariel Myeras smiles and says to you, "I am well, thank you."
Druidess Evali Lavariel Myeras frowns and says to you, "I do miss a particular person, though."
'Oh?' you exclaim quizzically at Evali.
Evali nods her head emphatically.
Druidess Evali Lavariel Myeras says to you, "The Head Librarian."
Evali gives a pained sigh.
You utter a deep, rumbling laugh.
You smile and say to Evali, "Not what I was expecting."
Munsia has been seared to death by the divine flame of Estarra the Eternal.
Trailing cosmic dust in its wake, a glittering high-heeled shoe flies end-over-end across the firmament.
Munsia has been seared to death by the divine flame of Estarra the Eternal.
Trailing cosmic dust in its wake, a glittering high-heeled shoe flies end-over-end across the firmament.
Munsia has been seared to death by the divine flame of Estarra the Eternal.
Princess Celina Nightshade, the Heartless shouts, "Best. Fireworks. Ever."
Estarra's voice shatters the cosmic equilibrium, "Shush."
Motes of light around the caldera pulse brightly as a soft voice echoes, "Beauty is that which extols the higher emotions. It is aesthetic, pleasing to be hold, and can be cathartic in its nature."
ca·thar·tic
[kuh-thahr-tik] Show IPA>.>
--+--
ROCKEATER HOLOCAUST
a serious and tragic story from the pen of Thul of the Fog
--+--
The Shadow Council was shadowy. Shadows hung over each seat, shadowing
each member's face and body in shadow. The edges were shadowy, and the
ceiling was shadowy too. The only part of the room that wasn't shadowy
was the center, where a little bit of light shone down to make the
surrounding shadows even shadowier.
Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it.