Howdy, Stranger!
Categories
- 6.2K All Categories
- 3.1K Everything Achaea
- 1.5K North of Thera
- 26 Archives of the Terraformer
- 257 The Matsuhama Arena
- 885 The Golden Dais of Creation
- 299 The Scarlattan Theatre
- 149 The Blank Canvas
- 2K Getting Help
- 412 General Questions
- 258 Quick Class Questions
- 1.3K Tech Support
- 313 Client Help
- 486 Curing Systems and Scripts
- 841 Off-Topic
- 255 The Wander Inn
- 586 The Universal Membrane
- 298 Class Discussions
- 298 Individual Class Sections
- 20 Alchemist
- 9 Apostate
- 30 Blademaster
- 9 Depthswalker
- 14 Druid
- 4 Infernal
- 20 Jester
- 19 Magi
- 34 Monk
- 11 Occultist
- 8 Paladin
- 7 Priest
- 29 Runewarden
- 18 Sentinel
- 26 Serpent
- 20 Shaman
- 9 Sylvan
Comments
Losing their light in the glorious sun,
Thus would we pass from this earth and its toiling,
Only remembered for what we have done."
<a href='http://client.achaea.com?eid=ach809620794'><imgsrc='http://www.achaea.com/banner/chryenth.jpg' /></a>
"Slowly disappear. Never really here."
Cascades of quicksilver light streak across the firmament as the celestial voice of Ourania intones, "Oh Jarrod..."
(Cyrene): Ophilia, a botanist says, "Help! Help! I'm being repressed at 'Botany lab off the greenhouse!'"
Choked on my drink before I was able to laugh properly.
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
The soul of Ashmond says, "Always with the sniping."
(Clan): Ictinus says, "Stop it Jiraishin, you're making me like you."
Cascades of quicksilver light streak across the firmament as the celestial voice of Ourania intones, "Oh Jarrod..."
I think that's the Mephaos denizen.
This is what cracked me up.
And you won't understand the cause of your grief...
...But you'll always follow the voices beneath.
Fake log?
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
@Lianca grins mischievously at you.
You feel a fish nibbling on your hook.
With a short dipping and raising motion, you tease your fishing line.
You have recovered balance on all limbs. (1.99s)
Lianca Bravi'os, Occult Taskmaster says, "Oh fishy, you so fine, you so fine, get on my line. Hey Fishy!?"
Lol'd heartily.
Cascades of quicksilver light streak across the firmament as the celestial voice of Ourania intones, "Oh Jarrod..."
Klochild Ze'Dekiah yells, "His Eminence, the Prophet of Babel, Flair Ze'Dekiah demands to unenemied from this wretched city and that the harlots Melodie and Trilliana be punished for their insolence. Otherwise, face the wrath of Oblivion!"
Why I never.
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
So do I. But as I imagine Dragon brain stems are about the size of a person, this is quite different.