Should make the colour of the flag you're flying change the colour of your icon on the map. Or add a feature to shipscan to tag specified ships so they're displayed in different colours. Or sell an artifact that does that in the Shop of Wonders for like 4 days then retire it forever.
Holy crap. Six ships on the seas? If I was there, I would've mobilized and piled on the fun (wtb boarder though).
@KINILAN WHY DID YOU NOT SAVE ME SOME FUN
Not my fault. @Dunn snatched up all the fun and used it all to repaint the deck of Lady Light.
He is a tiger-like rajamala. Standing at a tall height of six feet
eleven inches and of a lean build, this young man walks with a grace
that would rival many tsol'aa, yet has a raw animalistic feel around him
that sets him apart from most. Looking like a hybrid of human and
rajamala, he takes more to his human side, with normal shimmering green
eyes, a normal human nose, a half-smiling human mouth and normal human
teeth, bar the canines which seem to extend to a wicked length. Short,
black, cat-like ears peek out from under his hair, flicking and
twitching towards each new sound. Short, shadowy black hair with a faint
blue tint has been smoothed back, to keep the range of his senses at
the best they can be at all times and have small, nearly unnoticeable
jaguar-like spots. A long, black, cat-like tail extends from under his
clothing, near the bottom of the back, the black jaguar spots shimmering
in nearly any light. While obviously not human, he could pass for one
very easily if not examined closely.
I want to kill it so badly, but I don't want to get enemied to where he's standing.
He was defiling? I'll have to talk to him about that one. From the story I got, he got jumped in Mog, then was hunted down again and killed later on for a total of like 5 times. Meh. Stories.
Xith attacks people all the time in Moghedu. The first time he did it to me, he would wall me off when I was fighting the hard groups, drop holocausts, drop retardation, and just generally be annoying and try to get you to die to the denizens there. I chased him for probably 10 minutes before he finally tricked me into retardation with a knight and a guard and I died.
I died to his stupid retard traps and 10+ mhuns (Keepers, Knights, you name it) camping at the entrance of Moghedu. I was only walking in to check on the shrine spot.
"Mummy, I'm hungry, but there's no one to eat! :C"
Yeah of course antonius. Didn't mean to imply he attacked for no reason (still think his attacks are stupid). He doesn't really fight you though, he just tries to be annoying and lame which is pretty stupid. He also picks and chooses who to annoy - anyone strong gets a free pass and low might people get attacked. (I only got attacked once, the first time I logged in for about a year and he heard on am ooc clan that I didn't have a system yet)
His problem is that he doesn't expect to have karma stop by his house on its way back around. Don't lolkill people and then tell them if you leave Moghedu, they can't chase you.
Hutchings, the Broker says, "Mister Corso, can you believe these people?"
Hutchings, the Broker creases his brow in a frown.
Mathonwy Corso asks Hutchings, the Broker, "What have you managed to get yourself into now?"
Szareine says to Mathonwy with a brisk, Delosian accent, "Is this a friend of yours? He is very free with his hands."
Caefir Proselyte Daeir Wintermourne says to Mathonwy, "You know this one?"
Mathonwy Corso says, "We've met."
Under a rakish mop of ebon hair, steely eyes of grey flit back and forth as Hutchings scouts the surroundings for danger or ill intent. His relaxed stance is completely at odds with his appraising expression, his slender form carefully slouched, shoulders slumped, and head slightly bowed to detract attention from his presence. Slight in frame and of indeterminable age, Hutchings is blessed with a strikingly handsome visage: his flawless, olive-toned skin and high cheekbones the envy of many. His clothing is carefully chosen to blend into his surrounds: neutral browns and tans. His only finery is a belt buckle of gold and bronze.
Hutchings, the Broker is quite powerful.
He weighs about 150 pounds.
(Targossas): You say, "Hm."
(Targossas): You say, "He is a rather good-looking chap, I think."
(Targossas): Daeir says, "Melvin is going to be livid, Halos."
(Targossas): Tahquil says, "Ha."
You scowl miserably at Daeir.
Daeir smirks at you.
(Targossas): Szareine says, "I... I do not care even if he is gorgeous. He is far too glib by half."
The sound of a vase smashing against a wall resounds through Veil's End.
shit
A frenzied cleric screams, "Like more than one halo!"
Because the only funny conversations I have anymore are occasional exchanges with people who generally don't share my schedule, here's some vintage 2008 Mhaldor. Sticking shards into an Icon is just like sticking pearls into a Master Crystal (i.e., both are terrible), so this is totally current.
Apollyon, the Suffering says, "I assume your troubled expression was not relevant, Right Hand?"
You shake your head.
You say in Mhaldorian in an equable tenor voice, "Not especially so, Master. I did have a question, but it may prove irrelevant. I wonder if any others have had as much difficulty in maintaining the required Icon power as has the Congregation. I come upon few shards during my trips into the wilderness, and have heard similar report from my fellows."
Icaru says in Mhaldorian in a calm, collected voice, "Unfortunately the congregation has not as many active hunters as the ebon fist and the Maldaathi. I do however, notice a similar rate of dropped iconic shards. This, indeed, is something that might be brought on the leader boards."
Apollyon, the Suffering says, "Icons... My attention had slipped from this. I do tire of this problem, and I have been far too lenient. Icaru, don't you have a couple of executions to administer after the meeting?"
(Clan): Lideron says, "Whoops."
(Clan): Lideron says, "You know that sound in Mario Brothers when you die? I just heard that in my head."
Later, unrelated:
(Clan): You say, "I used 'effect' instead of 'affect'."
Under a rakish mop of ebon hair, steely eyes of grey flit back and forth as Hutchings scouts the surroundings for danger or ill intent. His relaxed stance is completely at odds with his appraising expression, his slender form carefully slouched, shoulders slumped, and head slightly bowed to detract attention from his presence. Slight in frame and of indeterminable age, Hutchings is blessed with a strikingly handsome visage: his flawless, olive-toned skin and high cheekbones the envy of many. His clothing is carefully chosen to blend into his surrounds: neutral browns and tans. His only finery is a belt buckle of gold and bronze.
Hutchings, the Broker is quite powerful.
He weighs about 150 pounds.
My one of my favourite words. :x
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@KINILAN WHY DID YOU NOT SAVE ME SOME FUN
Not my fault. @Dunn snatched up all the fun and used it all to repaint the deck of Lady Light.
oh, but uh, consolation prize http://www.free-tv-video-online.me/internet/black_sails/
I want to kill it so badly, but I don't want to get enemied to where he's standing.
uh...not that I have any personal stake in this or anything.
He was defiling? I'll have to talk to him about that one. From the story I got, he got jumped in Mog, then was hunted down again and killed later on for a total of like 5 times. Meh. Stories.
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[HIGHCLAN LEADERSHIP]
Speaker of the Guard: Xith
Yes.
Cascades of quicksilver light streak across the firmament as the celestial voice of Ourania intones, "Oh Jarrod..."
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