I need an english speaking person [...] to write [...] a public post
Disagreed with this. Have you read those things? I don't think there's been a post yet that hasn't had some error, whether grammatical, typographical, or otherwise!
I need an english speaking person to volunteer to write [...] public post
Disagreed with this. Have you read those things? I don't think there's been a post yet that hasn't had some error, whether grammatical, typographical, or otherwise!
I am usually too busy laughing to notice.
And you won't understand the cause of your grief...
@Cirana tells you, "Unless that's too close to Targossas yellow, in which case you can always make Targossas pink. *duck*".
Aurora says, "Tharvis, why are you always breaking things?!" Artemis says, "You are so high maintenance, Tharvis, gosh." Tecton says, "It's still your fault, Tharvis."
Szareine says with a brisk, Delosian accent, "Just had a run in with a mouthy little one. Ashtani fresh out of Ceylon."
You have emoted: Synbios takes an orb sigil from his pocket, as he listens with interest.
You say, "Go on."
Szareine says with a brisk, Delosian accent, "When I told her to leave, she said, and I quote: "I saw all I needed to see. Its not as interesting as everyone made it sound. Though, I'm impressed with the response time.""
Szareine says with a brisk, Delosian accent, "Are all Northerners such an arrogant test of your patience?"
The rowdy notes of a drinking song, faint at first, then rising to the undisputed intensity of a Dwarf On A Mission, herald the arrival of Ironbeard the Magnanimous who casts his beam of a smile about himself as he arrives.
A broad smile breaks across the face of Ironbeard the Magnanimous as he declares, "Why so sour, Szareine?" He guffaws heartily, then hiccups. "Here's a little something to take that scowl from your face."
Szareine gives a trillingly melodic laugh.
You have emoted: Synbios lifts the sigil above his head, pausing momentarily as he does so.
Echald snickers softly to himself.
With a sudden look of concentration, Ironbeard the Magnanimous smiles a crooked smile, rubs his ample stomach, and fades to nothingness, followed by the sound of a distant belch.
Szareine takes a pocketbelt from a heavy iron-link giftbag.
You say, "Your patience was well-rewarded, that I can say."
Szareine says with a brisk, Delosian accent, "Boy, you got that right."
Ironbeard knows how hard it is to deal with novices. Thank you, big guy.
Aurora says, "Tharvis, why are you always breaking things?!" Artemis says, "You are so high maintenance, Tharvis, gosh." Tecton says, "It's still your fault, Tharvis."
To be fair to Cyrene, they defend against raids pretty regularly.
Sure, they generally have a ton of people, but most of them aren't interested in combat (though many of them still enjoy occasional conflict based on forum posts), and at least when we raid we generally plan for that. Sure, we'll probably kill a decent number of them while they figure out who they're following, who they're targeting, etc, but when that group of 20 rolls into your room and all bashes one person, that person generally dies quick!
Cascades of quicksilver light streak across the firmament as the celestial voice of Ourania intones, "Oh Jarrod..."
Grand Master Jacen, Disciple of Mind and Spirit says, "Oh, I'm wearing... um, my Aldar Talisman. It
covers my other talisman."
that was in reply to @Eld being worried because Jacen was removing his robes alot
Aurora says, "Tharvis, why are you always breaking things?!" Artemis says, "You are so high maintenance, Tharvis, gosh." Tecton says, "It's still your fault, Tharvis."
A dove comes flying into the room, deposits a letter into your hands, warbles cheerfully, and flies away.
You read what is written on an elegant white letter: These are for you. Merry Logosmas. Now stop being a menace to society. We are very concerned about you.
7370h, 7381m, 31004e, 21914w cexdb- These morbidly comical boxers are sewn from a light airy cotton, tie-dyed in dark blue hues evocative of the stormy sea. They feature a motif of sea monsters and sinking ships in various states of destruction, peppered with the occasional pointing triton or merfolk with scandalised expressions. The boxers are secured by a drawstring, with the ends knotted in a figure eight. Embroidered on it are the words: Certified Menace of the Sea It has 93 months of usefulness left. It weighs 2 ounce(s). It bears the distinctive mark of Skye.
And all I had to do was threaten to sink her ship!
To be fair to Cyrene, they defend against raids pretty regularly.
Sure, they generally have a ton of people, but most of them aren't interested in combat (though many of them still enjoy occasional conflict based on forum posts), and at least when we raid we generally plan for that. Sure, we'll probably kill a decent number of them while they figure out who they're following, who they're targeting, etc, but when that group of 20 rolls into your room and all bashes one person, that person generally dies quick!
This is true. What I meant by that post was defended successfully. Was still running around with the combat high when I posted that. Plus, I was leading and my crazy plan actually worked for a change.
Sartan, the Malevolent says, "Deal with this, Chosen."
The rowdy notes of a drinking song, faint at first, then rising to the undisputed intensity of a Dwarf On A Mission, herald the arrival of Ironbeard the Magnanimous who casts his beam of a smile about himself as he arrives. With a deep, slightly off-center bow that nearly sends him to his knees, Ironbeard the Magnanimous produces a giftbag, announcing, "A gift that's unexpected is the best kind: here's one!"
..awkwardface. Wrong timing, Ironbeard!
"Mummy, I'm hungry, but there's no one to eat! :C"
Sartan, the Malevolent says, "Deal with this, Chosen."
The rowdy notes of a drinking song, faint at first, then rising to the undisputed intensity of a Dwarf On A Mission, herald the arrival of Ironbeard the Magnanimous who casts his beam of a smile about himself as he arrives. With a deep, slightly off-center bow that nearly sends him to his knees, Ironbeard the Magnanimous produces a giftbag, announcing, "A gift that's unexpected is the best kind: here's one!"
..awkwardface. Wrong timing, Ironbeard!
The true gift was the oppression and suffering caused by Lord Sartan's displeasure. :P
This has to be one of the most interesting weddings/receptions I've been to. First the person officiating is late then the oddest vows I've ever heard and spoken, the groom get's drunk and then leaves the rest of the party go to make snowmen and play on toboggans and then Sothantos/Silas dog well we won't discuss that.
or did he pull a "I'm gonna pretend I didn't see that"
Aurora says, "Tharvis, why are you always breaking things?!" Artemis says, "You are so high maintenance, Tharvis, gosh." Tecton says, "It's still your fault, Tharvis."
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And you won't understand the cause of your grief...
...But you'll always follow the voices beneath.
Artemis says, "You are so high maintenance, Tharvis, gosh."
Tecton says, "It's still your fault, Tharvis."
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His name in general is really funny, but yesterday he walked into the room right in the middle of a serious conversation and I just lost it.
)
Artemis says, "You are so high maintenance, Tharvis, gosh."
Tecton says, "It's still your fault, Tharvis."
Being dead, there is little use in going home.
But I hate this place
Sure, they generally have a ton of people, but most of them aren't interested in combat (though many of them still enjoy occasional conflict based on forum posts), and at least when we raid we generally plan for that. Sure, we'll probably kill a decent number of them while they figure out who they're following, who they're targeting, etc, but when that group of 20 rolls into your room and all bashes one person, that person generally dies quick!
Cascades of quicksilver light streak across the firmament as the celestial voice of Ourania intones, "Oh Jarrod..."
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Artemis says, "You are so high maintenance, Tharvis, gosh."
Tecton says, "It's still your fault, Tharvis."
cheerfully, and flies away.
You read what is written on an elegant white letter:
These are for you. Merry Logosmas. Now stop being a menace to society.
We are very concerned about you.
7370h, 7381m, 31004e, 21914w cexdb-
These morbidly comical boxers are sewn from a light airy cotton, tie-dyed in
dark blue hues evocative of the stormy sea. They feature a motif of sea monsters
and sinking ships in various states of destruction, peppered with the occasional
pointing triton or merfolk with scandalised expressions. The boxers are secured
by a drawstring, with the ends knotted in a figure eight.
Embroidered on it are the words:
Certified Menace of the Sea
It has 93 months of usefulness left.
It weighs 2 ounce(s).
It bears the distinctive mark of Skye.
And all I had to do was threaten to sink her ship!
The rowdy notes of a drinking song, faint at first, then rising to the undisputed intensity of a
Dwarf On A Mission, herald the arrival of Ironbeard the Magnanimous who casts his beam of a smile
about himself as he arrives.
With a deep, slightly off-center bow that nearly sends him to his knees, Ironbeard the Magnanimous
produces a giftbag, announcing, "A gift that's unexpected is the best kind: here's one!"
..awkwardface. Wrong timing, Ironbeard!
Artemis says, "You are so high maintenance, Tharvis, gosh."
Tecton says, "It's still your fault, Tharvis."
aww it was a wedding celebration don't blame him.