The sweltering heat of the forge spills out across the land as the rumbling voice of Phaestus booms, "I want you to know, the Garden reaction to that one is: What?" The voice of Melantha, Goddess of the Seasons, echoes amid the rustle of leaves, "That's the censored version."
Babel is so awesome, even in what I'd term the 'exit interview.' Excerpt from a much larger whole:
Mordanyconus bends close, his face nearly touching yours.
Mordanyconus says, "Let me tell you something, Mathonwy, and consider it a word
of advice from someone you perhaps thought of as something close."
Mordanyconus says, "It will never be broken, even when He has lost interest in
you."
Mordanyconus says, "You will awaken one day in the ripeness of old age, warm in
your bed and with your grandchildren laughing in the next room, and you will see
Him standing there."
Mordanyconus says, "Perhaps you will try to forget. But you will not."
Mordanyconus straightens, a faint smile on his eerily youthful face.
Good luck getting to sleep tonight!
How come even when it's about Mathonwy, it involves Terra dying?
The shrieking reaches a fevered pitch as pain shoots through your limbs. Invisible talons tear at your flesh, and vice-like grips pull your body in different directions. Swirling distortion engulfs you utterly as your form is rent limb from limb, blood and viscera spraying around the room in a messy vortex of mangled flesh. You have been slain by Chaotic forces.
I was on the brink of losing my level, and Babel's like "Hah. I'll find a way to get that girl." But then Aurora's TF faded and I regained it! Victory.
Babel is so awesome, even in what I'd term the 'exit interview.' Excerpt from a much larger whole:
Mordanyconus bends close, his face nearly touching yours.
Mordanyconus says, "Let me tell you something, Mathonwy, and consider it a word
of advice from someone you perhaps thought of as something close."
Mordanyconus says, "It will never be broken, even when He has lost interest in
you."
Mordanyconus says, "You will awaken one day in the ripeness of old age, warm in
your bed and with your grandchildren laughing in the next room, and you will see
Him standing there."
Mordanyconus says, "Perhaps you will try to forget. But you will not."
Mordanyconus straightens, a faint smile on his eerily youthful face.
Good luck getting to sleep tonight!
How come even when it's about Mathonwy, it involves Terra dying?
The shrieking reaches a fevered pitch as pain shoots through your limbs. Invisible talons tear at your flesh, and vice-like grips pull your body in different directions. Swirling distortion engulfs you utterly as your form is rent limb from limb, blood and viscera spraying around the room in a messy vortex of mangled flesh. You have been slain by Chaotic forces.
I was on the brink of losing my level, and Babel's like "Hah. I'll find a way to get that girl." But then Aurora's TF faded and I regained it! Victory.
Oh god, sorry about that.
I'd be lying if I said my jaw didn't drop a bit IRL when Mord brought Terra in. That's like kicking the dog x 1000.
You guys are making me super, super curious. Stop it.
And I love too Be still, my indelible friend That love soon might end You are unbreaking And be known in its aching Though quaking Shown in this shaking Though crazy Lately of my wasteland, baby That's just wasteland, baby
You leave Quei alone. And on a side note, thank you for sparing her hands.
I guess I should have finished the story
I can't remember the rest of it though, just the part where she loses her arms too, and I buy her a new typewriter for christmas and she cries.
If I recall, she was being punished for something or another, and you mangled both legs but said you were leaving her arms alone so she could still perform administrative duties. We all know what that's code for though, and that you were just really making it so she could no longer run away!
@Synobis: Nonsense. One should always be for rum and the embrace of questionable women.
Tara, the peasant enters timidly and begins to follow you.
Tara, the peasant exclaims, "Thank you for killing Grollum! Will you take me home to Thera now? Thanks! I KNEW you would!"
... forgot about her and she follows me to ...
Chamber of Unspeakable Pain.
A wicked-looking iron maiden is here. Naggamantex, the crazed hunchback torturer, grinds glass into the eyes of a bound mhun. A shadowy mist-walker creeps through this corridor.
You see a single exit leading west.
Naggamantex, the torturer exclaims, "Ada, thank you for bringing me a new patient! I am quite pleased!"
If I recall, she was being punished for something or another, and you mangled both legs but said you were leaving her arms alone so she could still perform administrative duties. We all know what that's code for though, and that you were just really making it so she could no longer run away!
You're right. Pictured is Quei(on the left(from our POV) chair, writing things) in her new administrative role on the Mhaldorian Lazy-Boy Chair:
Mosr tells you, "Lemme make a puppet of you so I can travel around."
With a little laugh, Mosr fashions a piece of wood into the rough semblance of a humanoid. Mosr begins to wield a puppet roughly resembling Ada in his left hand. With an appraising glance at you, Mosr shapes the arms and legs of a rough puppet. . . <spam> . . Mosr laughs darkly and squints at you as he adds the final touches to a puppet of you. "Thanks!" Mosr says to you. Mosr, riding an ebony pegasus, leaves to the east.
A few minutes later...
Mosr enters from the east. Chasing after him, knife in hand, is a living puppet of Ada.
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I guess I should have finished the story
I can't remember the rest of it though, just the part where she loses her arms too, and I buy her a new typewriter for christmas and she cries.
This is before she sees her Christmas present....
The voice of Melantha, Goddess of the Seasons, echoes amid the rustle of leaves, "That's the censored version."
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The soul of Ashmond says, "Always with the sniping."
(Clan): Ictinus says, "Stop it Jiraishin, you're making me like you."
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How come even when it's about Mathonwy, it involves Terra dying?
The shrieking reaches a fevered pitch as pain shoots through your limbs. Invisible talons tear at your flesh, and vice-like grips pull your body in different directions. Swirling distortion engulfs you utterly as your form is rent limb from limb, blood and viscera spraying around the room in a messy vortex of mangled flesh.
You have been slain by Chaotic forces.
I was on the brink of losing my level, and Babel's like "Hah. I'll find a way to get that girl." But then Aurora's TF faded and I regained it! Victory.
>:P
I'd be lying if I said my jaw didn't drop a bit IRL when Mord brought Terra in. That's like kicking the dog x 1000.
That love soon might end You are unbreaking
And be known in its aching Though quaking
Shown in this shaking Though crazy
Lately of my wasteland, baby That's just wasteland, baby
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I think I accidentallied time travel last night @-)
Cascades of quicksilver light streak across the firmament as the celestial voice of Ourania intones, "Oh Jarrod..."
LOL that cracked me up )