Memorable quotes

Shunsui

Set upon the scrolling bricks of Silverbright square, multiple logs gather into a cluttered, growing 

pile. Knots whorl upon the kindling, the timber splintered and worn.

It weighs about 62 pounds.

Carefully lighting a small taper, Silas touches the burning ember to the bottom of the pile of wood, 

watching avidly as flames lick around its base and spread with gleeful abandon.

Massive flames with variegated hues of oranges, yellows and reds extend into the sky, writhing and 

undulating wildly. Blazing intensely, the inferno radiates an enormous heat, warping the perception 

of the surroundings with distortion. Wisps and sparks from the fire constantly jump and pop out of 

the flames, tracing minuscule patterns in the air before fading away.

It weighs about 800 pounds.

Burning things makes them heavier.

Eld

It's all the phlogiston.

Sothantos

The coruscating nimbus of fire surrounding Deucalion rages in a reflection of its Master's fury as He darkly whispers a name.

Consumed in the raging conflagration of Deucalion's wrath, naught but ashes remain of Florentino.

swoon

Florentino

You tell Tesha al Ashtad, Golden Justice, "Just like you lot to throw a party 

before you've ever done anything worth celebrating, hah."

Tesha tells you, "Over the next decade, I will kill you in thirty different 

ways. You may remember this moment as a reason why."

You tell Tesha al Ashtad, Golden Justice, "Hah. I'll remember this moment 

fondly when we're picking the meat off the carcass of Targossas, just as it was

with Shallam. You've temporarily acquired a shiny new suit of armour, but it's 

still the same sad, broken knight underneath."

Your body erupts in white-hot flames, and every fibre of your being cries out 

in sudden agony. The searing conflagration mercilessly burns away skin and 

sinew, and your bones ignite, quickly charring to ash.

You have been slain by Deucalion, the Righteous Fire.

You tell Deucalion, the Righteous Fire, "Can't even have Your pathetic servants

do Your work for You, eh?"

You tell Deucalion, the Righteous Fire, "It's alright. Perhaps someday they 

will wisen up and come over to the service of One who does not coddle His 

warriors."

0h, 2612m, 19900e, 14275w ex-

The tip of the peninsula.

The stars twinkle in the clear night sky.

You see a single exit leading northeast.

You are transported by the power of the Divine.

0h, 2462m, 19900e, 14275w ex-survey

You discern that you are in Suliel Island.

Your environment conforms to that of Polar.

You are in the Prime Material Plane.

Targ's gods - almost as fun to play against as Targ's players!

Shunsui

Yea, kinda gonna say you deserved that one. I wouldn't say stuff like that to Sartan and expect to not have something ridiculous done to me.

Saibel

Shunsui said:

Yea, kinda gonna say you deserved that one. I wouldn't say stuff like that to Sartan and expect to not have something ridiculous done to me.

Perhaps if he had said that before he got zapped.

Silas

You don't mouth off at Gods before or after you get zapped if you're not ready to face the consequences. No sympathy.

Jovolo

The consequence was the zap, anything after that was post-consequence. He didn't even refer to Deucalion before the zap. Don't see how it's warranting the consequences or mouthing off at Gods.

Silas

I'm talking about the transport to Suliel, which is what Florentino seems to be crying about. Maybe he's just crying about the whole thing, though, in which case I care even less than I did before.

Florentino

If I cared about xp enough to cry I'd be higher than level 75, that's for sure (and the past five levels have been almost solely raid kills). Was just providing context for Soth's quote. And it's kind of a funny log. If you had read it instead of reflexively jumping to defend your side you'd see that Deuc's attempted transport was a failure anyways since I was a soul and therefore just embraced death!  

Bambizlo

Well, the zap was a bit trigger happy but it was handled well by Florentino in an RP-sense, so fun log all around.

Echald

Yeah, I agree it would have been more funny if Deucalion had waited for Florentino to finish embracing before teleporting him to Suliel.

Cahin

I think it was pathetic.  Then again, if I even threatened to kill someone 30 times for saying something to me, I would get preemptively issued and lose.  I thought you were against lapdog divine stifling player interaction, Silas.

Mishgul

Everyone is right. Except Silas that dude has a small one.

Aurora

Not that I don't like a good round of fisticuffs, but I also like Memorable Quotes to be Memorable Quotes, and not rants! Rants is about four inches southwards, fellas!

Sothantos

I would be 100% cool with Sartan smoting me in a badass way (and following it up with a badass shout) were it the opposite situation, and I had been provoking a Viceroy in his room.

I don't know why people cry so much over one death these days.

Aurora

Sothantos, go to your room!

Sothantos

okay...

Lianca

A funny excerpt from a few nights ago.

A bounty hunter nods, reaching up with one hand.

Jarrod swings his arm up and high fives a bounty hunter enthusiastically.

A bounty hunter says, "I told you that I do not rely upon the assistance of others to track my quarry, and that is tru-- what are you doing."

A bounty hunter skewers Jarrod with a cold feline glare.

Tesha

That is an amazingly sexy death message.

Jonathin

That was boring, recycled and reused banter. wtb something more creative please.

Mizik

lol'd Jarrod

Jarrod

You all can read the log, he was obviously asking for it!

Echald

~Quality RP interactions brought to you from On The Clouds by the WAR system~

You launch a powerful uppercut at Proficy.
You connect to the head!
You have slain Proficy.

Silas scoops up the corpse of Proficy.

Antidas says in a soft voice, "You make take that message back to your masters, Droch."

The soul of Proficy says, "Rofl."

Seeing his situation to be hopeless, Proficy embraces the cold clutches of death.

 

 

 

 

 

Katzchen

Echald said:

~Quality RP interactions brought to you from On The Clouds by the WAR system~

You launch a powerful uppercut at Proficy.
You connect to the head!
You have slain Proficy.

Silas scoops up the corpse of Proficy.

Antidas says in a soft voice, "You make take that message back to your masters, Droch."

The soul of Proficy says, "Rofl."

Seeing his situation to be hopeless, Proficy embraces the cold clutches of death.

 

 

 

 

 

Ugh, you have to run into our one member who can't RP. (I think there might be one or two more, but really, most of us are fine/good)

Sybilla

You inspect the item that is for sale:

Small enough to fit in your palm, this canape looks delicious.

It has about a month of usefulness left.

It weighs 2 ounce(s).

It bears the distinctive mark of a group of 23 handfuls of nuts (a denizen).

Hmm.

Jiraishin

Sybilla said:

a group of 23 handfuls of nuts (a denizen).

Hmm.

Denizen? I thought that was Ashtan's cw.

Lachlan

Katzchen said:

Echald said:

~Quality RP interactions brought to you from On The Clouds by the WAR system~

You launch a powerful uppercut at Proficy.
You connect to the head!
You have slain Proficy.

Silas scoops up the corpse of Proficy.

Antidas says in a soft voice, "You make take that message back to your masters, Droch."

The soul of Proficy says, "Rofl."

Seeing his situation to be hopeless, Proficy embraces the cold clutches of death.

 

 

 

 

 

Ugh, you have to run into our one member who can't RP. (I think there might be one or two more, but really, most of us are fine/good)

If you're Targossian, you're going to 'run into' Proficy. Most of us know better than to talk to him, though!

Santar

Perl arrives, following Phelia.

Phelia arrives, following Knivek.

Knivek arrives from the north.

Knivek says in a gruff voice, "Look rocks."

Phelia glares angrily at Knivek.

The corners of Knivek's mouth turn up as he grins mischievously.

Phelia takes an ornate steel rapier from a black leather baldric.

A look of sweetest innocence overtakes Knivek.

Phelia points an ornate steel rapier at Knivek's nether regions.

You say, "I am here. Just so you know."

Knivek rolls on the floor, laughing.

Perl leaves, following Phelia.

Phelia leaves, following Knivek.

Knivek leaves to the north.

Mordric

Sybilla said:

You inspect the item that is for sale:

Small enough to fit in your palm, this canape looks delicious.

It has about a month of usefulness left.

It weighs 2 ounce(s).

It bears the distinctive mark of a group of 23 handfuls of nuts (a denizen).

Hmm.

The proprietor of one of the shops in Targossas is a blue ink.