Don't need sewers, haven't you seen all those waterfalls and rivers leading out to the sea?
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."
Herkaimos, the grotesquely maimed chimera twists her mutated body slowly, her crimson scales glimmering and cracking in some places, droplets of blood oozing from the wounds. Each of the heads stretches its neck languidly, the left opening her feline mouth as if yawning before snapping her mouth shut while the right looks on, bored.
Herkaimos, the grotesquely maimed chimera twists her mutated body slowly, her crimson scales glimmering and cracking in some places, droplets of blood oozing from the wounds. Each of the heads stretches its neck languidly, the left opening her feline mouth as if yawning before snapping her mouth shut while the right looks on, bored.
Herkaimos, the grotesquely maimed chimera twists her mutated body slowly, her crimson scales glimmering and cracking in some places, droplets of blood oozing from the wounds. Each of the heads stretches its neck languidly, the left opening her feline mouth as if yawning before snapping her mouth shut while the right looks on, bored.
You ask Herkaimos, the grotesquely maimed chimera in a soft, dulcet voice, "Whom do you belong to?" Herkaimos, the grotesquely mutated chimera shuffles her paws in boredom, the panther head snorting rudely while the dracolich head begins to speak haughtily, drawing each syllable out. The decaying dracolich head on the chimera, expelling a putrid gas with each word, says, "If we weren't already dead, we'd kill ourselves to save us the pains of conversing with you..." The marble gargoyle head on the chimera growls lightly in amusement while the panther head nods in mid-yawn.
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(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."
Filling the firmament is a lattice of heavy grey clouds. A runic totem is planted solidly in the ground. An heraldic pennon flies here, bearing the city arms of Mhaldor. Lying flat on the ground is a key-shaped sigil. An heraldic pennon flies here, bearing the arms of the Ordo Incensus Arboris clan. A placid cow sleeps, standing up, among the wildflowers. (I wonder if...)
Exits: WEST and IN (closed door).
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cow402030 a placid cow
Number of objects: 5
push cow
Placing your hands against the side of a placid cow, you give a mighty push and the cow tips over onto her side, legs flailing comically in the air.
Giving a surprised "MOOOO!?" a placid cow awakes with a start, getting to her feet and looking around in bewilderment.
I swear that if someone makes a grook with floppy ears, tan skin, and talks like that, I will go punch that specific piece of data from the servers right in the face.
I am retired and log into the forums maybe once every 2 months. It was a good 20 years, live your best lives, friends.
(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."
Comments
The voice of Melantha, Goddess of the Seasons, echoes amid the rustle of leaves, "That's the censored version."
You mean it's not a chocolate waterfall?
In other news, water is wet, Sartan is awesome, and Hashan sues for neutrality.
You must have had a really traumatic past experience.
"Sorry has been Reborn in the Flame!"
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"Slowly disappear. Never really here."
The intention is good, promise. Look forward, not back!
(Whiners Anonymous): Seftin says, "Oh, targ at gates."
(Whiners Anonymous): You say, "Oh... yay."
(Whiners Anonymous): You say, "Who?"
(Whiners Anonymous): Seftin says, "Just the head of Sothantos."
(Whiners Anonymous): Seftin says, "My bad."
(And no, I wouldn't have responded to an ooc clan comment, I would have told him to announce it :P )
Honourable, knight eternal,
Darkly evil, cruel infernal.
Necromanctic to the core,Dance with death forever more.
glimmering and cracking in some places, droplets of blood oozing from the wounds. Each of the heads
stretches its neck languidly, the left opening her feline mouth as if yawning before snapping her
mouth shut while the right looks on, bored.
Herkaimos, the grotesquely maimed chimera twists her mutated body slowly, her crimson scales
glimmering and cracking in some places, droplets of blood oozing from the wounds. Each of the heads
stretches its neck languidly, the left opening her feline mouth as if yawning before snapping her
mouth shut while the right looks on, bored.
Herkaimos, the grotesquely maimed chimera twists her mutated body slowly, her crimson scales
glimmering and cracking in some places, droplets of blood oozing from the wounds. Each of the heads
stretches its neck languidly, the left opening her feline mouth as if yawning before snapping her
mouth shut while the right looks on, bored.
You ask Herkaimos, the grotesquely maimed chimera in a soft, dulcet voice, "Whom do you belong to?"
Herkaimos, the grotesquely mutated chimera shuffles her paws in boredom, the panther head snorting
rudely while the dracolich head begins to speak haughtily, drawing each syllable out.
The decaying dracolich head on the chimera, expelling a putrid gas with each word, says, "If we
weren't already dead, we'd kill ourselves to save us the pains of conversing with you..."
The marble gargoyle head on the chimera growls lightly in amusement while the panther head nods in
mid-yawn.
.....
(Party): Proficy says, "Propoing rather."
I'm sorry.. this made me lol
"Slowly disappear. Never really here."
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One of the symptoms of an approaching nervous breakdown is the belief that one's work is terribly important
Could be wrong, though.
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One of the symptoms of an approaching nervous breakdown is the belief that one's work is terribly important