A cloud manta has skewered Lilian straight through the heart.
You see the death occur at outer rim of the cloud maelstrom.
I can't help but wonder if that is a Steve Irwin reference considering he died to a Stingray spike through the heart >_>
STILL TOO SOON :-<
Mmhmm, even though it was 7 and a half years ago now, you still get people making snarky comments thinking they are being funny but are just showing themself to be nothing more than a massive prat.
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?
(Koopa): Akyaevin (from the Aetherways) says, "It was one of my more dastardly plans, only surpassed by the time I stole forty-one cakes."
And that's terrible.
Retired.
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EveriineWise Old Swordsbird / BrontaurIndianapolis, IN, USA
There was someone, at the time, who made a SteveIrwin character and specifically sought out the manta rays to get killed. I remember seeing the Deathsight and groaning.
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.
Nienla says, "I like to think that I'm flapping like a chicken with its head cut off when I spam squall."
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!"
12) Aeral: "Neos the first thing I'mma do is grope up that black ass of yours."
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.
You feel the presence of Elohora, Lady of the Eternal Light staring down at you. Her eyes glow with a deep sense of purity as she contemplates you and your actions in life. You feel your soul being judged by the powers of the Supernals. A moment passes and it feels like an eternity of judgement before you realize that the Lady of Light is gone and you are left wondering about her
considerations...
WHAT WERE HER CONSIDERATIONS?
"A man's not dead while his name is still spoken." - Terry Pratchett 1948-2015
He is an ordinary human crusader demigod and stands taller than most of his kind. Taut sinews
outline his hale physique, defined by bare glimpses of sculpted torso and limb. Drained of colour, his blanched hair is cropped short, framing an austere profile. His eyes are a slate-grey, glinting with a somber awareness -- darkly contrasting against the pale of his skin. The planes of his face are fair and shorn: arched brows, sloping cheekbones and a lantern jaw lending to his chiseled features. He is wearing a ragged battle cloak of purified demonhide, tight black leather trousers and iron buckled ebony leather boots.
No dress. :>
"A man's not dead while his name is still spoken." - Terry Pratchett 1948-2015
This was the end of the letter. I will let you guess how long the letter actually was.............
Utter damnation, -- Crimson Mystagogue Delphas n'Kylbar of the Dark Fates, Mystatgogue of the Dark Fates of the Church, Overlord of the Conveyors of the Transformation, Proud servant of the Midnight Legion, Proud servant of the Cultural Presidium of the Engine, Crimson Councilor of Lord Fain, of the Red Masque, Elder God of Magnagora, Noble son of the Great House n'Kylbar of the Unstoppable Engine of Transformation, Marquis of the Iron Empire, Dedcated servant to the Infernal Machine of Progress
06/30/2014 19:37 Silvanus channels the power of the Megalith of Doom for you, stripping you of your Vernal Ascendant status.......bastard!!
This was the end of the letter. I will let you guess how long the letter actually was.............
Utter damnation, -- Crimson Mystagogue Delphas n'Kylbar of the Dark Fates, Mystatgogue of the Dark Fates of the Church, Overlord of the Conveyors of the Transformation, Proud servant of the Midnight Legion, Proud servant of the Cultural Presidium of the Engine, Crimson Councilor of Lord Fain, of the Red Masque, Elder God of Magnagora, Noble son of the Great House n'Kylbar of the Unstoppable Engine of Transformation, Marquis of the Iron Empire, Dedcated servant to the Infernal Machine of Progress
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.
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If olive oil comes from olives, where does baby oil come from?
If vegetarians eat vegetables, what do humanitarians eat?
"A man's not dead while his name is still spoken." - Terry Pratchett 1948-2015
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Mysrai strokes the decapitated head of Persayis tenderly.
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Mysrai Thrice-Crowned intones, "DZA NA III."
You say, "Dzaa."
You nod your head emphatically.
Mysrai nods solemnly.
Mysrai gives you a peck on the cheek.
Reality solidifies, mending itself into a single paradigm as Mysrai departs.
Mysrai strokes the decapitated head of Persayis tenderly.
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Mysrai Thrice-Crowned intones, "DZA NA III."
You say, "Dzaa."
You nod your head emphatically.
Mysrai nods solemnly.
Mysrai gives you a peck on the cheek.
Reality solidifies, mending itself into a single paradigm as Mysrai departs.
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!
*vanquishes you by asking about Selena Gomez*
Edit instead of double-posting:
Zephyr Kialkarkea Diodorus says to Kregarn, "You are exceptionally well trained. Who was your
previous wife?"
Vive l'apostrophe!
Estarra the Eternal says, "Give Shevat the floor please."
(The Crux): Thoros (from the Ethereal Plane) says, "Shuyin you are bard?"
(The Crux): Shuyin (from the Ethereal Plane) says, "Yeah, it'd be too unfair if I weren't."
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"A man's not dead while his name is still spoken." - Terry Pratchett 1948-2015
"A man's not dead while his name is still spoken." - Terry Pratchett 1948-2015
"A man's not dead while his name is still spoken." - Terry Pratchett 1948-2015
This was the end of the letter. I will let you guess how long the letter actually was.............
Utter damnation,
-- Crimson Mystagogue Delphas n'Kylbar of the Dark Fates,
Mystatgogue of the Dark Fates of the Church,
Overlord of the Conveyors of the Transformation,
Proud servant of the Midnight Legion,
Proud servant of the Cultural Presidium of the Engine,
Crimson Councilor of Lord Fain, of the Red Masque, Elder God of
Magnagora,
Noble son of the Great House n'Kylbar of the Unstoppable Engine of
Transformation,
Marquis of the Iron Empire,
Dedcated servant to the Infernal Machine of Progress
06/30/2014 19:37 Silvanus channels the power of the Megalith of Doom for you, stripping you of your Vernal Ascendant status.......bastard!!