Yep... alt went to explore Ashtan, stopped in Fire and Spice for some food, and... ended up getting drunk, and convinced to join Ashtan while in an inebriated state. :P
(D.M.A.): Cooper says, "Kyrra is either the most innocent person in the world, or the girl who uses the most innuendo seemingly unintentionally but really on purpose."
I hope not! It makes sense for a newbie with a sense of wanderlust, and no real ties to a city. It would be terrible rp for an established member to do it.
Kyrra went the fun way. Earionduil and Thiev killed her lots. :P
(D.M.A.): Cooper says, "Kyrra is either the most innocent person in the world, or the girl who uses the most innuendo seemingly unintentionally but really on purpose."
Nemesio breaks a crunchy cookie in half and pulls out a tiny slip of paper. He pops the cookie into his mouth, and only then does he look at the fortune. "Lust has destroyed stronger souls than you, just ask Tanris in bed," he reads aloud.
I'll probably be shifting over to Starmourn, seeya there! discord: aciidwire#5240 Please check out my new art page!
Kyrra went the fun way. Earionduil and Thiev killed her lots. :P
So... if they do that again, will you join Mhaldor? :P
I'm too nice to be in Mhaldor. I'd be the downfall of evil.
(D.M.A.): Cooper says, "Kyrra is either the most innocent person in the world, or the girl who uses the most innuendo seemingly unintentionally but really on purpose."
(D.M.A.): Cooper says, "Kyrra is either the most innocent person in the world, or the girl who uses the most innuendo seemingly unintentionally but really on purpose."
And he gave me the sewers, the bog, the highway, and didn't make frowny faces about sneaking out of a wedding reception to totem a chapel.
(D.M.A.): Cooper says, "Kyrra is either the most innocent person in the world, or the girl who uses the most innuendo seemingly unintentionally but really on purpose."
Hundreds! I've not done an official count mind you, but every single room in Mhaldor, and some outside of it, are fully totemed. They long for your touch, Kyrra, these erect wooden poles.
After logging in and several people grumbling to me about Zinka, then going to sit at CC:
Zinka arrives from the east.
You frown at Zinka.
Zinka beams broadly at you.
You say to Zinka with a flowing, cultured accent, "I admit, I'm not sure what you have to beam about, fallen one."
Zinka El'Jahiem smiles impishly and says in a softly lilting voice, "I have everything that you have to frown about, miss fallen herself."
Kii peers about herself unscrupulously.
You have tmoted: Melodie frowns more severely.
Zinka El'Jahiem says in a softly lilting voice, "But I'm not here to rattle any cages."
Prysala Cholla'Yi-Dawyn says to Zinka in a low-pitched, quiet voice, "Became an apostate?"
Zinka nods at Prysala.
You say with a flowing, cultured accent, "I may have made mistakes, but at least I understand that and wish to atone for them. I did not cast off my oaths to Knighthood, her home city, and everything she believed in for Gods knows what kind of necromantic promises."
You coldly say with a flowing, cultured accent, "Good evening to you."
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
Melodie says with a flowing, cultured accent, "I may have made mistakes, but at least I understand that and wish to atone for them. I did not cast off my oaths to Knighthood, her home city, and everything she believed in for Gods knows what kind of necromantic promises."
Prysala gives a pained sigh.
Melodie says with a flowing, cultured accent, "Good evening to you."
Melodie leaves to the west.
Pricking her ears forward, a sun-hued kitten slinks away.
You see the following people here:
Giulia, Invictus, Prysala, Zinka
You have emoted: Zinka flails her arms all dramatically.
Melodie says with a flowing, cultured accent, "I may have made mistakes, but at least I understand that and wish to atone for them. I did not cast off my oaths to Knighthood, her home city, and everything she believed in for Gods knows what kind of necromantic promises."
Prysala gives a pained sigh.
Melodie says with a flowing, cultured accent, "Good evening to you."
Melodie leaves to the west.
Pricking her ears forward, a sun-hued kitten slinks away.
You see the following people here:
Giulia, Invictus, Prysala, Zinka
You have emoted: Zinka flails her arms all dramatically.
Comments
Honourable, knight eternal,
Darkly evil, cruel infernal.
Necromanctic to the core,Dance with death forever more.
No.
Honourable, knight eternal,
Darkly evil, cruel infernal.
Necromanctic to the core,Dance with death forever more.
discord: aciidwire#5240
Please check out my new art page!
Honourable, knight eternal,
Darkly evil, cruel infernal.
Necromanctic to the core,Dance with death forever more.
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One of the symptoms of an approaching nervous breakdown is the belief that one's work is terribly important
A normal amount of totems. Over 500 totems.
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One of the symptoms of an approaching nervous breakdown is the belief that one's work is terribly important
And he gave me the sewers, the bog, the highway, and didn't make frowny faces about sneaking out of a wedding reception to totem a chapel.
You frown at Zinka.
Zinka beams broadly at you.
You say to Zinka with a flowing, cultured accent, "I admit, I'm not sure what you have to beam about, fallen one."
Zinka El'Jahiem smiles impishly and says in a softly lilting voice, "I have everything that you have to frown about, miss fallen herself."
Kii peers about herself unscrupulously.
You have tmoted: Melodie frowns more severely.
Zinka El'Jahiem says in a softly lilting voice, "But I'm not here to rattle any cages."
Prysala Cholla'Yi-Dawyn says to Zinka in a low-pitched, quiet voice, "Became an apostate?"
Zinka nods at Prysala.
You say with a flowing, cultured accent, "I may have made mistakes, but at least I understand that and wish to atone for them. I did not cast off my oaths to Knighthood, her home city, and everything she believed in for Gods knows what kind of necromantic promises."
You coldly say with a flowing, cultured accent, "Good evening to you."
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
→My Mudlet Scripts
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One of the symptoms of an approaching nervous breakdown is the belief that one's work is terribly important
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(wtf predicta text? Why did you try to turn 'along' into 'Ali G'?!?!)