You give a bottle of rum to a filthy urchin. A filthy urchin clutches a bottle of rum greedily. A filthy urchin exclaims, "It's mine now!"
:-\"
(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."
Sothantos flits into view directly overhead. Silas flits into view directly overhead.
Guess they were either tracking me or camping Jeramun!
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Unwavering focus fills Sothantos's expression as Waning Mercies begins to burn with argent light. Moving with impossible speed, he circles to the side and you feel a sudden, searing pain flash through your body. As the hum of deadly steel fades from the air, your fragmented body falls to the ground, realisation of your fate dawning upon you a moment too late. You have been slain by Sothantos. Your starburst tattoo flares as the world is momentarily tinted red.
With a flap of your majestic black wings, you successfully pierce the Veil, and are gone. Dragonspire Mount. A ladder of long, soft leaves comprises a wispy Weaver's Fern along the ground. You see a single exit leading down.
Went to Tir Murann to bash:
Goggo arrives, following Sothantos. Silas arrives, following Sothantos. Tesha arrives, following Sothantos. Sothantos arrives from the northwest. [here - Goggo, Silas, Tesha and Sothantos]
Goggo snaps his massive jaws close around you, flinging you effortlessly into the air before catching you with a second powerful bite. You have been slain by Goggo. Your starburst tattoo flares as the world is momentarily tinted red.
You feel a moment of disorientation as you are magically summoned. Taproom of the Ascendant's Choice (indoors).
Goggo's nostrils flare wildly with a great rush of air as his sinuous body contracts and his mouth opens wide to emit a rippling, unbroken roar that reverberates through your body. You have been slain by Goggo. Your starburst tattoo flares as the world is momentarily tinted red.
You say in Mhaldorian in a quiet, contemplative voice, "Duanathar." You quickly utter "Duanathar" and your wings flare with power before swiftly carrying you up to on the clouds.
[south - Goggo, Tesha and Sothantos]
An irresistible call draws you into an adjacent room. Before two towering mountains (road).
Goggo strikes your right leg with a mighty blow. Your right leg is greatly damaged from the beating. The final blow is too much for you, and you fall to the floor a broken, bloody mess. You have been slain by Goggo. Your starburst tattoo flares as the world is momentarily tinted red.
You bunch your powerful muscles and launch yourself in a majestic leap northwards. The gates of Mhaldor.
Either Targossas must be losing its touch by allowing me to walk away each time, or I'm guessing that my post must have made some see a tad of red there.
"Mummy, I'm hungry, but there's no one to eat! :C"
I can't really tell what the point of the previous posts are. I mean... all it does is highlight how sad it is that when you brag, you have to resort to doing it about how slowly you died 9v3.
I can't really tell what the point of the previous posts are. I mean... all it does is highlight how sad it is that when you brag, you have to resort to doing it about how slowly you died.
:-?
Well, everything I post here for lulz and fun sounds like bragging to Silothantos, so I probably should find something realistic to brag about, right? *brags around needing to sleep for work tomorrow*
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"Mummy, I'm hungry, but there's no one to eat! :C"
I can't really tell what the point of the previous posts are. I mean... all it does is highlight how sad it is that when you brag, you have to resort to doing it about how slowly you died.
:-?
Well, everything I post here for lulz and fun sounds like bragging to Silothantos, so I probably should find something realistic to brag about, right? *brags around needing to sleep for work tomorrow*
I can't really tell what the point of the previous posts are. I mean... all it does is highlight how sad it is that when you brag, you have to resort to doing it about how slowly you died.
:-?
Well, everything I post here for lulz and fun sounds like bragging to Silothantos, so I probably should find something realistic to brag about, right? *brags around needing to sleep for work tomorrow*
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I was going to correct that with Sothlas, since Silothantos reminds me of silos, but then I looked at one.
With one hand, she reaches forward, and as her hand touches Ruth's chest, it flares an impossibly bright white and enters her breast. The Angel's eyes roll back in her head in ecstasy
Have angels always been such perves...jesus someone call human resources.
(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."
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A filthy urchin clutches a bottle of rum greedily.
A filthy urchin exclaims, "It's mine now!"
:-\"
Guess they were either tracking me or camping Jeramun!
With a flap of your majestic black wings, you successfully pierce the Veil, and are gone.
Dragonspire Mount.
A ladder of long, soft leaves comprises a wispy Weaver's Fern along the ground.
You see a single exit leading down.
Went to Tir Murann to bash:
You say in Mhaldorian in a quiet, contemplative voice, "Duanathar."
You quickly utter "Duanathar" and your wings flare with power before swiftly carrying you up to on
the clouds.
Either Targossas must be losing its touch by allowing me to walk away each time, or I'm guessing that my post must have made some see a tad of red there.
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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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One of the symptoms of an approaching nervous breakdown is the belief that one's work is terribly important
Pretty amused how long it took. Good on you.. for.. being 'Good'?
i'm a rebel
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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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One of the symptoms of an approaching nervous breakdown is the belief that one's work is terribly important
i'm a rebel
No one told me this. WAT. WHO ARE YOU TALKING TO? MY DOPPLEGANGER IS NOT ME.
In case you haven't noticed, I like the word, 'short'.
i'm a rebel
Cascades of quicksilver light streak across the firmament as the celestial voice of Ourania intones, "Oh Jarrod..."