(D.M.A.): Fitz says, "Kyrra, why you gotta make what you're doing to my totem sound so illicit."
(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."
You pick up a journal. You flip through the pages before putting it back. It contains a list of every hanging in Eleusis between Phaestian of 383 and Miraman of 402.
Oh, so that's why you guys built your city up in the trees.
You pick up a journal. You flip through the pages before putting it back. It contains a list of every hanging in Eleusis between Phaestian of 383 and Miraman of 402.
Oh, so that's why you guys built your city up in the trees.
Occasionally the Tree of Nature must be watered by the blood of martyrs. It's the iron in the blood. Makes 'em strong and healthy.
DISCLAIMER: We also accept raiders, mudsexers, volunteers, "volunteers", riff-raff and royalty, preferably those not suffering from heartburn, diarrhea, dementia, congenital diseases, or halitosis. Consult your doctor for sacrificability.
<person> tells you, "((honestly I am trying to minimize my interaction with you. better for my mood))."
lol
Someone very reasonably tells you that they're not enjoying their interactions with you, and your reaction is to come quote and mock them on the forums? Boy, I wonder why they don't like you in the first place.
<person> tells you, "((honestly I am trying to minimize my interaction with you. better for my mood))."
lol
Someone very reasonably tells you that they're not enjoying their interactions with you, and your reaction is to come quote and mock them on the forums? Boy, I wonder why they don't like you in the first place.
Not impressed.
No, the funny part is that I don't ever remember interacting with this person at all. I thought I mentioned that but I guess my thoughts didn't move to action.
I am retired and log into the forums maybe once every 2 months. It was a good 20 years, live your best lives, friends.
With agile fingers, you quickly construct two smokebomb bombs.
Base of the Eleusian Gatehouse.
You see exits leading north and up.
You set the bomb's timer for 63 seconds.
-+[Blades at the Ready]+- (0.488s)
With a grimness born of determination, you begin to unleash the Dragon that is now so much a part of
the fabric of your soul. A blue light begins to shine through from within you.
The blue light grows more intense, and with a gesture of utter submission to the Dragon within, you
throw your arms wide and your head back as you scream, "Aaasshhaaaaaaaxxeeeeiiiiii!"
As a distant growl is heard, the blue light coalesces about you...changing you...deforming your
being...becoming...Greater.
With an ear-splitting roar, you rear back your draconic head and scream out your triumph.
Folding the Veil of reality, you bend your mighty will to seek out Sohl.
Fire and Spice (indoors).
A small chalkboard sign hangs from the wall, showing the day's menu. There are 5 Ashtani corsairs
here. Idly wiping a glass into gleaming brightness, Dagon watches those who enter with a careful and
scrutinising eye. A cute little humgii is sitting here placidly, attached to a leash. A runic totem
is planted solidly in the ground. Naodia taps a slender, unlit torch against the side of the bar in
mild boredom. A blue roan ambles about here, tail swishing. A mahogany chest is here. A mahogany
counter is here. A mahogany table is here. A mahogany couch with a covering of black leather is here.
There are 3 mahogany stools with a covering of black leather here. Lianca Bravi'os, Occult
Taskmaster is here. She wields a reflective shield of uncut emeralds in her right hand. General Sohl
Bravi'os, Ascendant of Zarathustra is here, shrouded. He wields a Shield of Absorption bearing the
House arms of the Occultists in his right hand. You see a sign indicating there are WARES for sale
here.
You see exits leading north and east.
veildeliver smokebomb to sohl
You find yourself unable to pass that through the Veil.
A smoke bomb blows up in your hands!
I'm sorry, @Naisar, but this is just too appropriate.
On the other hand, it's a good thing high-explosive bombs haven't yet been invented by jesters. Or they were, but you can't blow up people(or puppets, RIP puppet obliterate).
Meditating in my temple because it is safe, and this happens:
A soft tugging on your shield snaps you out of your concentration. Giles, a golden humgii looks slightly abashed, licking his chops as he eyes the dainty teeth marks on the gold.
You snap your head up as you break your meditation.
You blink incredulously at Giles, a golden humgii.
Giles, a golden humgii blushes furiously.
You have emoted: Tesha's lips part in surprise, and she peers suspiciously.
You say in a demure, mellifluous voice, "Here."
Giles, a golden humgii's ears perk up with a sudden interest.
You give the decapitated head of Medi to Giles, a golden humgii.
Giles, a golden humgii frantically takes the decapitated head of Medi and shoves it into his huge mouth, swallowing it whole.
You give the decapitated head of Ruth to Giles, a golden humgii.
Giles, a golden humgii frantically takes the decapitated head of Ruth and shoves it into his huge mouth, swallowing it whole.
You give the decapitated head of Cahin to Giles, a golden humgii.
Giles, a golden humgii latches onto the decapitated head of Cahin with his teeth, nearly taking off your hand in his eagerness for food.
You give the decapitated head of Cesarina to Giles, a golden humgii.
Giles, a golden humgii latches onto the decapitated head of Cesarina with his teeth, nearly taking off your hand in his eagerness for food.
You give the decapitated head of Milenka to Giles, a golden humgii.
Giles, a golden humgii frantically takes the decapitated head of Milenka and shoves it into his huge mouth, swallowing it whole.
You give the decapitated head of Cahin to Giles, a golden humgii.
Giles, a golden humgii frantically takes the decapitated head of Cahin and shoves it into his huge mouth, swallowing it whole.
Giles, a golden humgii burps obscenely.
You smile softly at Giles, a golden humgii.
Giles, a golden humgii gags and coughs as he dislodges a hairball.
You frown and say in a demure, mellifluous voice, "Some of those may be a little pummeled and bruised. I apologise."
Giles, a golden humgii rubs up against you affectionately.
You say in a demure, mellifluous voice, "I will ask them to die more efficiently for you."
You have emoted: Tesha eyes her shield with a little concern, slender fingers running over the teeth marks.
You smile and say in a demure, mellifluous voice, "A pretty addition. Thank you."
Giles, a golden humgii settles back on his haunches, paw rubbing contentedly across his middle.
You flash Giles, a golden humgii a joyous smile.
You smile and say in a demure, mellifluous voice, "I have to go get you a few more heads, dear. You be well."
You drop an inquisitive bear cub.
You easily vault onto the back of a luminous ivory jaguar.
Lowering himself slightly as you approach, Solsci allows you to mount him and utters a low, menacing growl for any who would threaten you.
Giles, a golden humgii sniffs an inquisitive bear cub, trying to decipher just what that smell is.
Giles, a golden humgii drools like a simpering idiot.
You have emoted: An inquisitive bear cub playfully romps away from Tesha and towards Giles, a golden humgii. The cub gets on his hind legs eagerly and swipes at the air, then slips and falls clumsily.
You give a concerned look to an inquisitive bear cub.
You smile and say to an inquisitive bear cub in a demure, mellifluous voice, "You will get the hang of it."
"Coo!" Giles, a golden humgii exclaims, eyes wide.
You smile and say in a demure, mellifluous voice, "You two have fun. Proficy needs to die."
Giles, a golden humgii grunts noncommittally.
Your mouth turns up as your face breaks into a smile.
You pet Giles, a golden humgii ingratiatingly.
You pet an inquisitive bear cub ingratiatingly.
An inquisitive bear cub growls softly, playfully licking at your hand.
For Sohl and Lia's 10th wedding anniversary, we worked up a custom painting for the house.
After giving it to Sohl on the date, he 'accidentally' dropped it in his ex-fiance's bed, nee storage locker.
From Sohl's perspective: Paraphrasing Sohl's issue me: 'I need help! I accidentally dropped paintingXXX in my ex-fiance's house, which was an anniversary gift from my wife. Now she's going to kill me. I mean actually murder me. Please help!'
Message #1748 Sent by Anytus 6/02/19:49 Greetings! Regarding your issue #65912: sounds dire! How can we help? We could probably help by finding someone handsome and muscled to comfort your wife when she finds out. That way she will be less mad more quickly. Does that work? (Alternatively, you could try to PULL the painting off the wall, if you haven't already done so. Please let me know if that's not working.).
The Divine voice of Anytus echoes in your head, "Did that work?"
You tell Administrator Anytus, "It did! It's a great relief knowing my wife won't be shopping for any mhun-sized coffins in the near future."
The Divine voice of Anytus echoes in your head, "Rats. You're welcome, I say in my most disappointed tones."
The Divine voice of Anytus echoes in your head, "Kidding, hope she likes it!"
You tell Administrator Anytus, "I'm sure you didn't have any handsome and muscled fellas in mind just in case it didn't. Certainly none that have an uncanny resemblance to yourself."
Message #1749 Sent by Anytus 6/02/19:54 We're all about customer service, what can I say.
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."
Has something happened recently to the forums? It seems that people's sigs are no longer looking separate from their posts, so if someone has text in their sig, it can look like part of their post and when a post got 5 likes/lols the post would turn a shade of yellow, but doesn't anymore?
Janeway: Tuvok! *clapclap* Release my hounds!
Krenim: Hounds? How cliche.
Janeway: Tuvok! *clapclap* Release my rape gorilla!
Choryn says in a deep and soft voice, "This is being alive!" You say in a smooth, elderly voice, "Should I hold you up by the figurehead so you can scream, "I'm King of the World"?" Choryn says in a deep and soft voice, "Naw, thats the Lords call." <<<good answer! You chuckle long and heartily. You say in a smooth, elderly voice, "But it's good to be the King."
@Delphinus No, it looks like you forgot a < at the beginning.
Edit: Wow, that looks better than the forum quote mechanic. 2ndEdit: It totally has something to do with stripping images out of signatures.
This confused the stuffing out of my turkey until I realised it was a screenshot. Please do not post screenshots of posts within posts. This is hard enough for everyone (ie. me) already. Just try and remain calm and this time of adversity will soon be a memory.
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After giving it to Sohl on the date, he 'accidentally' dropped it in his ex-fiance's bed, nee storage locker.
From Sohl's perspective:
Paraphrasing Sohl's issue me: 'I need help! I accidentally dropped paintingXXX in my ex-fiance's house, which was an anniversary gift from my wife. Now she's going to kill me. I mean actually murder me. Please help!'
Message #1748 Sent by Anytus
6/02/19:49 Greetings! Regarding your issue #65912: sounds dire! How can we help? We could probably help by finding someone handsome and muscled to comfort your wife when she finds out. That way she will be less mad more quickly. Does that work? (Alternatively, you could try to PULL the painting off the wall, if you haven't already done so. Please let me know if that's not working.).
The Divine voice of Anytus echoes in your head, "Did that work?"
You tell Administrator Anytus, "It did! It's a great relief knowing my wife won't be shopping for any mhun-sized coffins in the near future."
The Divine voice of Anytus echoes in your head, "Rats. You're welcome, I say in my most disappointed tones."
The Divine voice of Anytus echoes in your head, "Kidding, hope she likes it!"
You tell Administrator Anytus, "I'm sure you didn't have any handsome and muscled fellas in mind just in case it didn't. Certainly none that have an uncanny resemblance to yourself."
Message #1749 Sent by Anytus
6/02/19:54 We're all about customer service, what can I say.
The voice of Melantha, Goddess of the Seasons, echoes amid the rustle of leaves, "That's the censored version."
And you won't understand the cause of your grief...
...But you'll always follow the voices beneath.
2ndEdit: It totally has something to do with stripping images out of signatures.
Context: I'm teaching @choryn 'how to drive'. Aedilex Ana's Sailing School.
Choryn says in a deep and soft voice, "This is being alive!"
You say in a smooth, elderly voice, "Should I hold you up by the figurehead so you can scream, "I'm King of the World"?"
Choryn says in a deep and soft voice, "Naw, thats the Lords call." <<<good answer!
You chuckle long and heartily.
You say in a smooth, elderly voice, "But it's good to be the King."
Seriously, it confused the shit out of me too for a second.
Cascades of quicksilver light streak across the firmament as the celestial voice of Ourania intones, "Oh Jarrod..."