He is a winged atavian. A shock of golden bronze hair framed his seraphic face and eyes like the dark-adapted gaze of a night predator peer out from a messy fringe. He seemed distant, a chilling aura flowered into the hearts of those who beheld him, as if he were intentionally trying to ward people away. Though, his appearance drew people in nonetheless, an Atavian trait of allure that he used and abused. His wings seemed a tawny mess, flecked and striped with all the colors of the earth. When engaged with a person, he had the terrible habit of flourishing his wings, as though an elaborte form of body language. One might speak with their hands as he speaks with his wings; unfurling them in a commandeering fashion when he wishes to illustrate his anger. Ornately-wrought, golden fingerplates decorated his digits - each tapered to a point much like a talon. He too enjoyed to deliberately frighten with a flick of his wrist, drawing the sharp, claw-like devices through the air when he saw fit. Though, nothing interested him more than the arcane arts of the Occult. An obsession with appearances led him to this seemingly neutral power, interested only in reaching the greatest zenith of knowledge - to become a Chaos Lord would give him absolute body control and thus, he reasoned, immortal beauty. If anything he considers himself an artist, seeking to manipulate reality and mold it to perfection. Perhaps the most secretive and wicked of the Occultists, he only sees reason in beauty and pleasure.
@Nellaundra: I tried reading the description, but in the middle of the first sentence, my hands suddenly moved on their own, sending me to youtube, opening this video, and convincing me to watch it instead of reading further:
...before I got the compulsion to just skip to the next post. I feel much better after doing so.
You tell Dame Zinka El'Jahiem, Marshal of Phaestus, "Runewarden, and you?"
Zinka tells you, "Paladin."
You tell Dame Zinka El'Jahiem, Marshal of Phaestus, "What level are you?"
Zinka tells you, "85."
You tell Dame Zinka El'Jahiem, Marshal of Phaestus, "I'm level 78."
Zinka tells you, "Up to you."
You tell Dame Zinka El'Jahiem, Marshal of Phaestus, "How about a spar first."
Zinka tells you, "Alright, I'll meet you in Delos."
You throw down the gauntlet and issue a formal challenge to Zinka to face you in single combat.
Zinka throws down the gauntlet and issues a formal challenge to face her in single combat - to the death, and all the loss that implies! ACCEPT ZINKA in order to do so.
accept zinka
You have been slain by Zinka.
Your starburst tattoo flares as the world is momentarily tinted red.
You tell Dame Zinka El'Jahiem, Marshal of Phaestus, "Did you do to the death?"
Zinka tells you, "Aye, you didn't know?"
You tell Dame Zinka El'Jahiem, Marshal of Phaestus, "No... that's why I did it in the arena."
Zinka tells you, "Arg, sorry."
You tell Dame Zinka El'Jahiem, Marshal of Phaestus, "That was dishonourable."
Zinka tells you, "Um, you accepted."
You tell Dame Zinka El'Jahiem, Marshal of Phaestus, "Had I known you were going to do that, there is no way I would have."
You tell Dame Zinka El'Jahiem, Marshal of Phaestus, "Hence me challenging you."
Zinka tells you, "I thought you realised I did it."
You tell Dame Zinka El'Jahiem, Marshal of Phaestus, ""how about a spar first"."
You tell Dame Zinka El'Jahiem, Marshal of Phaestus, "Those were my exact words."
You say, "I have no idea how you can justify that."
Zinka says in a softly lilting voice, "You ACCEPTED."
On the one hand, I think it was a bit of a mean trick (if it was a trick. Honestly I'd find it hard to believe that that was a genuine misunderstanding). But it was a very, very clever mean trick, so well done. On the other hand 'Let's have a spar first, before we duel' can only possibly mean one thing - 'Let's spar, then if you beat me I'll refuse to duel you'. So, I love you @Peak, but it kinda looks like the player got played
This is all part of Cyrene's new tack - turning as many citizens as possible into lolpkers. You're just lucky she used the misleading language set-up, instead of the OP pun instakill. /but srsly, I have no idea, seems kind of
So people can duel to the death without interferences? I can think of multiple times where I've had duels interrupted for contracts or other things - doing it in the arena means no shenanigans
He is a winged atavian. A shock of golden bronze hair framed his seraphic face and eyes like the dark-adapted gaze of a night predator peer out from a messy fringe. He seemed distant, a chilling aura flowered into the hearts of those who beheld him, as if he were intentionally trying to ward people away. Though, his appearance drew people in nonetheless, an Atavian trait of allure that he used and abused. His wings seemed a tawny mess, flecked and striped with all the colors of the earth. When engaged with a person, he had the terrible habit of flourishing his wings, as though an elaborte form of body language. One might speak with their hands as he speaks with his wings; unfurling them in a commandeering fashion when he wishes to illustrate his anger. Ornately-wrought, golden fingerplates decorated his digits - each tapered to a point much like a talon. He too enjoyed to deliberately frighten with a flick of his wrist, drawing the sharp, claw-like devices through the air when he saw fit. Though, nothing interested him more than the arcane arts of the Occult. An obsession with appearances led him to this seemingly neutral power, interested only in reaching the greatest zenith of knowledge - to become a Chaos Lord would give him absolute body control and thus, he reasoned, immortal beauty. If anything he considers himself an artist, seeking to manipulate reality and mold it to perfection. Perhaps the most secretive and wicked of the Occultists, he only sees reason in beauty and pleasure.
...wow
Can't wait to see him with droopy eyes, a chicken head and porcupine needles. So alluring!
(Ordo Incensus Arboris): Icraa says, "Just dont go over to seldin and start fondling him here.."
(Ordo Incensus Arboris): Icraa says, "Miss..."
I kinda wish that was over ct, just to see him punished. I am a bad person.
Wait, what?
I don't even know when he might have said that, who he was talking to, or anything. I'm worried that someone will come out of nowhere and fondle me. Halp.
Vyln says in a melodious voice, "And since I still have an audience, would anyone like to suggest some themes you'll like for me to work on in the future?"
Averi ponders the situation.
You say in a multifarious voice, "Loss."
Weaver of Passion, Perl, the Aquamarine Avatar of Art says, "Loathing!"
Averi Fol'ia, Iridescent Song says, "Kittens!"
You blink incredulously at Averi.
Vyln's eyes flare briefly in delight as she laughs softly.
Averi Fol'ia, Iridescent Song says, "What?"
Averi Fol'ia, Iridescent Song says, "Kittens are cute."
You have tmoted: Aepas shakes his head, turning his attention back to Vyln.
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dark-adapted gaze of a night predator peer out from a messy fringe. He seemed distant, a chilling
aura flowered into the hearts of those who beheld him, as if he were intentionally trying to ward
people away. Though, his appearance drew people in nonetheless, an Atavian trait of allure that he
used and abused. His wings seemed a tawny mess, flecked and striped with all the colors of the earth.
When engaged with a person, he had the terrible habit of flourishing his wings, as though an
elaborte form of body language. One might speak with their hands as he speaks with his wings;
unfurling them in a commandeering fashion when he wishes to illustrate his anger. Ornately-wrought,
golden fingerplates decorated his digits - each tapered to a point much like a talon. He too enjoyed
to deliberately frighten with a flick of his wrist, drawing the sharp, claw-like devices through the
air when he saw fit. Though, nothing interested him more than the arcane arts of the Occult. An
obsession with appearances led him to this seemingly neutral power, interested only in reaching the
greatest zenith of knowledge - to become a Chaos Lord would give him absolute body control and thus,
he reasoned, immortal beauty. If anything he considers himself an artist, seeking to manipulate
reality and mold it to perfection. Perhaps the most secretive and wicked of the Occultists, he only
sees reason in beauty and pleasure.
...wow
Honourable, knight eternal,
Darkly evil, cruel infernal.
Necromanctic to the core,Dance with death forever more.
Honourable, knight eternal,
Darkly evil, cruel infernal.
Necromanctic to the core,Dance with death forever more.
(Ordo Incensus Arboris): Icraa says, "Miss..."
I kinda wish that was over ct, just to see him punished. I am a bad person.
Honourable, knight eternal,
Darkly evil, cruel infernal.
Necromanctic to the core,Dance with death forever more.
Honourable, knight eternal,
Darkly evil, cruel infernal.
Necromanctic to the core,Dance with death forever more.
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We do that stuff at Stygian so everyone can watch. It's not a Mhaldorian duel unless a newbie gets arc'd out on accident.
Just when I thought the rest of those 150 mushroom sigils I bought were going to go unused! \o/
some themes you'll like for me to work on in the future?"
Averi ponders the situation.
You say in a multifarious voice, "Loss."
Weaver of Passion, Perl, the Aquamarine Avatar of Art says, "Loathing!"
Averi Fol'ia, Iridescent Song says, "Kittens!"
You blink incredulously at Averi.
Vyln's eyes flare briefly in delight as she laughs softly.
Averi Fol'ia, Iridescent Song says, "What?"
Averi Fol'ia, Iridescent Song says, "Kittens are cute."
You have tmoted: Aepas shakes his head, turning his attention back to Vyln.
why.
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Honourable, knight eternal,
Darkly evil, cruel infernal.
Necromanctic to the core,Dance with death forever more.