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Edit: That's about 241 RL years.
Cascades of quicksilver light streak across the firmament as the celestial voice of Ourania intones, "Oh Jarrod..."
Results of disembowel testing | Knight limb counter | GMCP AB files
Lorath says in a clear, direct voice, "Hashan or Cyrene raiding Mhaldor would be
funny."
"Heh heh heh," Llyweith chuckles.
Llyweith says in a cheerful, bubbly voice, "Hashan and Cyrene together raiding
Mhaldor would be interesting."
Athil says with a low, Ashtani accent, "Hashan and Cyrene should merge into one
giant capital of uselessness."
Lorath says in a clear, direct voice, "I dunno."
Lorath says in a clear, direct voice, "Hashan seems to be more useless."
You utter a deep, rumbling laugh at Athil.
Dortheron says in a deep, almost purring voice, "Hashan is the Cyrene of Team
Red."
Dortheron hums a happy tune.
You say, "These days Hashan is more combative."
Athil says with a low, Ashtani accent, "Hashan is more stupid than useless.."
Athil says with a low, Ashtani accent, "They hunt little things in groups of
five or more."
Athil says with a low, Ashtani accent, "I don't even see the point."
Lorath says in a clear, direct voice, "Stupid and useless go hand in hand."
Athil says with a low, Ashtani accent, "Cyrene is just useless."
You say, "Mhaldor just had a seven person hunting party in Moghedu."
Llyweith raises an eyebrow at Athil.
Dortheron says to Athil in a deep, almost purring voice, "Well there has to be a
last place."
Athil says with a low, Ashtani accent, "Their war room has dust bunnies with
sentient life."
Dortheron says to Athil in a deep, almost purring voice, "It can't always be
Cyrene."
Dortheron winks knowingly.
You look surprised and say, "Cyrene has war bunnies?"
Athil attempts to stifle his amusement but cannot help laughing aloud.
Dortheron says to you in a deep, almost purring voice, "No no no."
Dortheron says to you in a deep, almost purring voice, "Hashan tries and fails."
Dortheron says in a deep, almost purring voice, "Cyrene just runs away."
Athil nods his head emphatically.
----
Ashtan: Better than you since at least a while...
Cyrene: War bunnies.
I lost so much last night.
- Mathonwy
- Mathonwy
Xith's the one oppressing them.
serving tray.
- Mathonwy
- Mathonwy
(Market): Rakon says, "Honorificabilitudinitatibus master herald for hire."
(Market): You say, "Buying honorificabilitudinitatibus credits at 7000."
Rakon tells you, "You shouldn't use words you don't know."
You tell Sir Rakon Rurrowind, "It seems to have done the trick. Someone put 1000cr up and I'm all finished now."
Rakon tells you, "Ha, nice job."
This guy's alright.
Before the event:
Saeva tells you in Mhaldorian, "Female extremely fallen, element?"
No, really, you don't say?
---
You tell Purifier Halos Vorondil, Caefir Priest, "Hello, there. We're gathering as I spoke to you last month, if you are able to come by, Father."
Halos tells you, "Oh."
Halos tells you, "Put up a pilgrimage?"
(Fruit Salad): Halos says, "(lol)."
You're a bad person and should feel bad, Halos. You know why!
---
Hasar descends from above.
Hasar throws a knife sigil at Daeir, but it does little more than startle him.
The power of the knife sigil cuts your fire channel.
You say painfully with a flowing, cultured accent, "It's time, I suppose."
Hasar picks up a knife sigil.
Hasar begins to flap his wings powerfully, and rises quickly up into the firmament.
You peer about yourself unscrupulously.
Halos touches a tattoo and suddenly the ground splits open as a nightmarish tentacle shoots skywards, dragging Hasar back to earth.
Halos frowns at Hasar.
Hasar inclines his head.
The great form of Hasar grows still and his eyes glaze over as the world blurs and then sharpens.
With a flap of his majestic golden wings, Hasar enters a tear in the fabric of reality, and is gone.
You shake your head sadly from side to side.
(The Midnight Crew): Hasar says, "REKT."
Daeir peers about himself unscrupulously.
(The Midnight Crew): Daeir says, "Hasar just knifed me."
Hasar, you damn scrub. Just you wait until I learn my new class.
---
After the farewell:
Nellaundra Ancyrion says with a smooth Mhunish accent, "Gods, you're unbearably popular."
(The Vota Aeterna): Aerek says, "Quick, let's gank her."
(The Vota Aeterna): Aerek says, "She doesn't have Healing anymore, she's mortal!"
I have such a terrible, wonderful support group of people. [-(
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
It's like watching an episode of Days of our Lives.
Also this one made me snicker: