Lyndee opens her songbook and begins to sing.
Lyndee sings quietly in a hoarse voice, "Silverbriiiighttttttt, Holy Light!"
Lyndee sings sweetly in a hoarse voice, "Creation Groowwws toward Paradise."
Lyndee sings lightly in a soprano voice, "Round the pyre we Sacrifice."
Lyndee sings solemnly in a soprano voice, "Pure in Truth, Good and Wise..."
Lyndee says in a soprano voice, "Blesssss us in our faith and zeal!"
Lyndee sings softly in a soprano voice, "Silverbright! Holy Light!!"
You sing in Targossian, "Silverbright! Holy Light!"
Lyndee sings in a soprano voice, "Creation Grows toward Paradise!"
You sing in Targossian, "Grows and grows and grows and grows!"
Myrddin sings in a captivatingly deep voice, "Creation Grows toward Paradise!"
Lyndee sings in a soprano voice, "Round the pyre we Sacrifice..."
Myrddin sings in a captivatingly deep voice, "Round the pyre we Sacrifice..."
Lyndee says in a soprano voice, "Pure in Truth, and Good, and Wise..."
Lyndee takes a deep breath.
Lyndee sings in a soprano voice, "BLESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS USSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS IN."
Lyndee sings in a soprano voice, "OUR FAITH AND ZEALLL!!!!!!!!!!!"
Taking up a festive handbell, Myrddin sweeps the gleaming instrument through the air, the merry
chiming ringing out in festive celebration.
Karalden blinks.
Alyzar gives Lyndee a wild cheer!
Lyndee ends her song with a flourish!
Karalden claps his hands together merrily.
Salko murmurs "wow!" quietly to himself.
Karalden mutters in a gruff voice, "Hol. fucki.. ....."
lol'd
Your soul cries out in ecstasy as it reaches new heights of power. You have advanced to level 98.
You have reached the illustrious level of Lord of Creation.
One step closer.
Demonnic gave me this snippet a while back that draws a nice little box around your command line in the newer versions of mudlet and also in darkmood.
Put this in a script, name it anything. Put this in the working area
setCmdLineStyleSheet("main", [[
QPlainTextEdit{ /* QPlainTextEdit is used to prevent the styleSheet bleeding to the right click menu*/
border: 1px solid steelblue; /* Command line border style */
}}
]])
Change steelblue to whatever colour you like. Yay, little neat box.
(The Guild Council): You say, "I always prefer meeting in person, person...ally."
(The Guild Council): Batista says, "I am making a note about a proposition to ban puns."
(The Guild Council): Aerek says, "Dame Perl supports it."
(Guild of Knights): Prythe says, "Dame Perl thrives on Puns."
(The Guild Council): Perl says, "I do not!"
(The Guild Council): Perl says, "Mis.."
(The Guild Council): You say, "Amazing."
(The Guild Council): You say, "This must be what a world-shattering critical miss would look like."
Tabor, the Sugardown announcer exclaims, "No more bets, the race is starting!"
*** The bell rings, the gates open, and the race is on! ***
Tabor, the Sugardown announcer exclaims, "The humgii practically explode out of the gates, with
Captain Munchies barely ahead of the rest of the pack!"
Vierce says, "This is the big on."
Vierce says, "One."
Vierce says, "I can feel it."
Tabor, the Sugardown announcer says, "Kiss My Sass takes first! But oh! Just as they hit the finish
line, Pants On Fire dashes ahead to take second, leaving Captain Munchies in third."
You have won 188 Bound Credit(s) on your bet: Kiss My Sass wins the race!
Eoka says, "You have won 375 Bound Credit(s) on your bet: 2 tickets on Kiss My Sass
wins the race!"
Entaro says, "You have won 188 Bound Credit(s) on your bet: Kiss My Sass wins the
race!"
Vierce says, "You have won 938 Bound Credit(s) on your bet: 5 tickets on Kiss My
Sass wins the race!"
Vierce says, "You have won 203 Bound Credit(s) on your bet: 5 tickets on Kiss My
Sass places second or better!"
Vierce says, "You have won 107 Bound Credit(s) on your bet: 5 tickets on Kiss My
Sass places third or better!"
(Market): Dominius says, "Seeking someone who makes beverages and coat of arms!"
4300h, 6050m, 16600e, 22675w ex-
Occasional raindrops fall on your head as the drizzle continues.
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(Market): You say, "Looking for a drunk person with heraldry."
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An eerily verdant pall lingers across the city, tinting the night sky's horizon.
4300h, 6050m, 16600e, 22675w ex-
With sharp, crackling tones, Dominius tells you, "Thanks."
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You tell Dominius, "That's a better market right there."
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With sharp, crackling tones, Dominius tells you, "Lol."
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Landon's voice quietly thrums in your mind as he tells you, "ThaT's *hic* meEEEEE."
Your soul cries out in ecstasy as it reaches new heights of power. You have advanced to level 97.
You have reached the illustrious level of First Among the Hosts.
I honestly don't know why that's not already the case.
Provide a taste of the fun through a full transed class, then have the additionals be investment based if you want to.
(Ashtan): Murlurk says, "Ummm what is a slugbeast...."
Murlurk's skin and flesh sloughs away, unable to withstand the poisonous embrace of a slugbeast.
(Ashtan): You say, "Bad for you."
(Ashtan): Makenna says, "That is a slugbeast."