Interlacing twists of slender silver strands wind together to form this sheath-like ring. Whirling around they encase the upper finger in a cyclonic shape, the miniature whirlwind so finely wrought that it appears to be twisting of its own accord. Crushed white phrenite dusts the piece, the prismatic fragments of stone glittering like a sharp frost. It weighs 1 ounce(s). It bears the distinctive mark of Kyrra. It will reset to you.
(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."
I hate this event from a targ perspective. Choosing between the lesser of two evils under threat of both of them attacking us. Would have preferred an ig year of getting whipped than have to make a choice
I hate this event from a targ perspective. Choosing between the lesser of two evils under threat of both of them attacking us. Would have preferred an ig year of getting whipped than have to make a choice
Man, we just finished Targossas, why you gotta make us destroy it?
I hate this event from a targ perspective. Choosing between the lesser of two evils under threat of both of them attacking us. Would have preferred an ig year of getting whipped than have to make a choice
Man, we just finished Targossas, why you gotta make us destroy it?
It's not finished yet. There are still construction sites around the city.
I hate this event from a targ perspective. Choosing between the lesser of two evils under threat of both of them attacking us. Would have preferred an ig year of getting whipped than have to make a choice
Wait, were cities actually forced by the admins to make a choice?
PUBLIC NEWS #19478
Date: 06/03/2014 at 01:24
From: Deacon Herenicus Coldraven
To : Everyone
Subj: A church bell ringing
As dizzyingly beautiful as stained glass, your riotous confusion of
light and colour yields at distance to profound meaning. For what else
can our anxious clamour represent but the sublime stirrings of concern
and gratitude for the shared miracle of Creation? And so it is with
concern and gratitude that I address you, not your teacher but your
erstwhile student.
If every story has a beginning, does it behoove us to pause and savour
the pages we are given, lest we reach our conclusions in haste? Some of
us, gripped by enthusiastic curiosity, seem willing, at times eager, to
skip to The End. And we are moved by the tragic examples of those who
read too far, too fast, only to find their beloved characters reduced to
rot by some nameless villain.
Underlining this existential threat, mighty Mhaldor stretches to a thin
black band of heroes, forever besieged and always too few. As poor and
lowly as church mice, we rouse the sleeping rector with teeth meant for
biting, claws meant for clawing. For who shall open the doors of His
chapel? Who peals the bell? Lift your head and rise; His service calls
us all.
Penned by my hand on the 11th of Miraman, in the year 656 AF.
I like the way you talk.
-- Grounded in but one perspective, what we perceive is an exaggeration of the truth.
I hate this event from a targ perspective. Choosing between the lesser of two evils under threat of both of them attacking us. Would have preferred an ig year of getting whipped than have to make a choice
Man, we just finished Targossas, why you gotta make us destroy it?
It's not finished yet. There are still construction sites around the city.
Construction sites? I thought the city magically appeared fully built and functional...except for a sewer system >>.
PUBLIC NEWS #19478
Date: 06/03/2014 at 01:24
From: Deacon Herenicus Coldraven
To : Everyone
Subj: A church bell ringing
As dizzyingly beautiful as stained glass, your riotous confusion of
light and colour yields at distance to profound meaning. For what else
can our anxious clamour represent but the sublime stirrings of concern
and gratitude for the shared miracle of Creation? And so it is with
concern and gratitude that I address you, not your teacher but your
erstwhile student.
If every story has a beginning, does it behoove us to pause and savour
the pages we are given, lest we reach our conclusions in haste? Some of
us, gripped by enthusiastic curiosity, seem willing, at times eager, to
skip to The End. And we are moved by the tragic examples of those who
read too far, too fast, only to find their beloved characters reduced to
rot by some nameless villain.
Underlining this existential threat, mighty Mhaldor stretches to a thin
black band of heroes, forever besieged and always too few. As poor and
lowly as church mice, we rouse the sleeping rector with teeth meant for
biting, claws meant for clawing. For who shall open the doors of His
chapel? Who peals the bell? Lift your head and rise; His service calls
us all.
Penned by my hand on the 11th of Miraman, in the year 656 AF.
I like the way you talk.
It's what I was born to do. Write Evil sermons. FML.
I hate this event from a targ perspective. Choosing between the lesser of two evils under threat of both of them attacking us. Would have preferred an ig year of getting whipped than have to make a choice
Man, we just finished Targossas, why you gotta make us destroy it?
It's not finished yet. There are still construction sites around the city.
Construction sites? I thought the city magically appeared fully built and functional...except for a sewer system >>.
umm No we started out with like 4 rooms or something might have been 6 and it's slowly built up from there but it's been under construction for a rl year now.
The wyvern is a distant cousin of the dragon, perhaps interbred with giant scorpions at some time long ago by some mad wizard. Standing approximately twelve feet high at the shoulder, it looks like a squat dragon, except for the large pointed barb at the end of its tail.
A fearsome wyvern exudes an aura of overwhelming power.
Comments
Eh, we're used to the smelly kids. We still kept Mithridates for instance.
You quickly assemble a glittering cyclonic ring.
Interlacing twists of slender silver strands wind together to form this sheath-like ring. Whirling
around they encase the upper finger in a cyclonic shape, the miniature whirlwind so finely wrought
that it appears to be twisting of its own accord. Crushed white phrenite dusts the piece, the
prismatic fragments of stone glittering like a sharp frost.
It weighs 1 ounce(s).
It bears the distinctive mark of Kyrra.
It will reset to you.
wtb instant heartseedfreeze
So we backed Yudhi? Figures, we always support the fat lazy red dragon ... @Silas
Man, we just finished Targossas, why you gotta make us destroy it?
Oh, I get it. It's because he's Alchemist, right? And Alchemists make gold statues out of people, right?
Go me!
It's not finished yet. There are still construction sites around the city.
Wait, were cities actually forced by the admins to make a choice?
→My Mudlet Scripts
Sorry. Couldn't resist!
(Party): You say, "Booo, down to 60 people in room."
(Party): You say, "Come on Haag, wrap it up."
Kross says to Haag, the Swamp Witch in a resounding voice, "Is that all then?"
6007h 5401m 100%e 100%w XX|EE (-19m, 0.4%)
You suddenly perceive the vague outline of an aura of rebounding around Jinsun.
6007h 5401m 100%e 100%w XX|EE
Haag, the Swamp Witch exclaims, "Off with you all!"
You swing your weapon in a wide arc to hit everyone within your reach.
Your blade clips Xuaco who cries out in pain.
Horror overcomes Xuaco's face as his body stiffens into paralysis.
Your blade clips Severina who cries out in pain.
Horror overcomes Severina's face as her body stiffens into paralysis.
Your blade clips Yae who cries out in pain.
Your blade clips Crixos who cries out in pain.
Your blade clips Kayeil who cries out in pain.
Horror overcomes Kayeil's face as her body stiffens into paralysis.
Your blade clips Seragorn who cries out in pain.
Your blade clips Jacen who cries out in pain.
Your blade clips Saibel who cries out in pain.
Your blade clips Arralana who cries out in pain.
Your blade clips Inoa who cries out in pain.
Your blade clips Vicious who cries out in pain.
Your blade clips Roselie who cries out in pain.
Your blade clips Morthif who cries out in pain.
Your blade clips Kyrra who cries out in pain.
Your blade clips Knivek who cries out in pain.
Your blade clips Havyn who cries out in pain.
Your blade clips Aluciana who cries out in pain.
Your blade clips Aegoth who cries out in pain.
Your blade clips Fendrel who cries out in pain.
Your blade clips Taraus who cries out in pain.
Your blade clips Nieelensars who cries out in pain.
Your blade clips Liliana who cries out in pain.
Your blade clips Arcturus who cries out in pain.
Your blade clips Reonna who cries out in pain.
Your blade clips Praxides who cries out in pain.
Your blade clips Jasaadi who cries out in pain.
Your blade clips Mazel who cries out in pain.
Your blade clips Verrucht who cries out in pain.
Your blade clips Tukio who cries out in pain.
Your blade clips Tynnendri who cries out in pain.
Your blade clips Salindera who cries out in pain.
Your blade clips Lucine who cries out in pain.
A reflection of Saeva blinks out of existence.
Your blade clips Kross who cries out in pain.
Your blade clips Phelia who cries out in pain.
Your blade clips Perl who cries out in pain.
Your blade clips Quinton who cries out in pain.
Your blade clips Kunama who cries out in pain.
Your blade clips Casiana who cries out in pain.
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I broke the event!!
He's an Occultist...
Boss
No time stamps, but it was like 10 seconds apart.
(The Midnight Crew): Hawkin says, "Yudhi is gona breathrain everyone."
5847h, 6431m, 25880e, 25880w cexkdb-5|5|5|5|5|5
Fendrel has been devoured by the red dragon Yudhishthira.
5847h, 6431m, 25880e, 25880w cexkdb-5|5|5|5|5|5
Aluciana has been devoured by the red dragon Yudhishthira.
5847h, 6431m, 25880e, 25880w cexkdb-5|5|5|5|5|5
Driden has been devoured by the red dragon Yudhishthira.
5847h, 6431m, 25880e, 25880w cexkdb-5|5|5|5|5|5
Erwyn declares that the game of King of the Hill shall commence immediately! May the most skilled
win!
5847h, 6431m, 25880e, 25880w cexkdb-5|5|5|5|5|5
Kadin has been devoured by the red dragon Yudhishthira.
5847h, 6431m, 25880e, 25880w cexkdb-5|5|5|5|5|5
Atalkez has been devoured by the red dragon Yudhishthira.
5847h, 6431m, 25880e, 25880w cexkdb-5|5|5|5|5|5
Inoa has been devoured by the red dragon Yudhishthira.
5847h, 6431m, 25880e, 25880w cexkdb-5|5|5|5|5|5
Florentino has been devoured by the red dragon Yudhishthira.
5847h, 6431m, 25880e, 25880w cexkdb-5|5|5|5|5|5
Saeva has been devoured by the red dragon Yudhishthira.
5847h, 6431m, 25880e, 25880w cexkdb-5|5|5|5|5|5
Fendrel has been devoured by the red dragon Yudhishthira.
5847h, 6431m, 25880e, 25880w cexkdb-5|5|5|5|5|5
Vicious has been devoured by the red dragon Yudhishthira.
5847h, 6431m, 25880e, 25880w cexkdb-5|5|5|5|5|5
Rollanz has been devoured by the red dragon Yudhishthira.
5847h, 6431m, 25880e, 25880w cexkdb-5|5|5|5|5|5
Dragonknight has been devoured by the red dragon Yudhishthira.
5847h, 6431m, 25880e, 25880w cexkdb-5|5|5|5|5|5
Nemutaur has been devoured by the red dragon Yudhishthira.
5847h, 6431m, 25880e, 25880w cexkdb-5|5|5|5|5|5
Aluciana has been devoured by the red dragon Yudhishthira.
5847h, 6431m, 25880e, 25880w cexkdb-5|5|5|5|5|5
Verrucht has been devoured by the red dragon Yudhishthira.
5847h, 6431m, 25880e, 25880w cexkdb-5|5|5|5|5|5
Somerled has been devoured by the red dragon Yudhishthira.
5847h, 6431m, 25880e, 25880w cexkdb-5|5|5|5|5|5
Hawkin has been devoured by the red dragon Yudhishthira.
5847h, 6431m, 25880e, 25880w cexkdb-5|5|5|5|5|5
Kross has been devoured by the red dragon Yudhishthira.
5847h, 6431m, 25880e, 25880w cexkdb-5|5|5|5|5|5
Josoul has been devoured by the red dragon Yudhishthira.
5847h, 6431m, 25880e, 25880w cexkdb-5|5|5|5|5|5
Atalkez has been devoured by the red dragon Yudhishthira.
5847h, 6431m, 25880e, 25880w cexkdb-5|5|5|5|5|5
Aegoth has been devoured by the red dragon Yudhishthira.
5847h, 6431m, 25880e, 25880w cexkdb-5|5|5|5|5|5
Seragorn has been devoured by the red dragon Yudhishthira.
5847h, 6431m, 25880e, 25880w cexkdb-5|5|5|5|5|5
Suddenly the Marks are flooded with contract requests....and they all turn out to be for Nemutaur.
Got to get contracts in the system somehow, we're starved for them.
heh. My Order has 4 contracts out and 4 writs waiting to be turned into contracts, and not a single one of these have been fulfilled.
(Hashan): Juili says, "I still am so confused on what is even happening."
(Hashan): You say, "Dragon feeding season."
(Hashan): Kiella says, "Buck season!"
(Hashan): Kiella says, "Dragon season!"
I laughed so hard, and made the connection before she even sent the second one, good times thanks @Kiella
Thought you were talking about Mithridates.
What if Yuda was like the Spawn, and just kept getting stronger with each devouring?
2014/06/03 03:49:54 - Seifur has been slain by the might of the ice giant, Oughlor.
- 2014/06/03 03:50:04 - Lyndee has been slain by the might of a tundra wolf.
- 2014/06/03 03:50:14 - Iskla has been slain by the might of a tundra wolf.
- 2014/06/03 03:50:14 - Dhaia has been slain by the might of a tundra wolf.
- 2014/06/03 03:50:20 - Tesha dies, features contorted from the poison delivered by Florentino Milani, Abbadon's Caress.
- 2014/06/03 03:50:20 - Kei has been slain by the might of a tundra wolf.
- 2014/06/03 03:50:21 - Davio has been slain by the might of the ice giant, Oughlor.
- 2014/06/03 03:50:26 - Draqoom has been slain by the might of a tundra wolf.
- 2014/06/03 03:50:26 - Halos has been slain by the might of the ice giant, Oughlor.
- 2014/06/03 03:50:27 - Micaelis has been slain by the might of a tundra wolf.
- 2014/06/03 03:50:28 - Morthif has been slain by the might of the right arm of Oughlor.
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Construction sites? I thought the city magically appeared fully built and functional...except for a sewer system >>.
(The Midnight Crew): Hirst says, "I got it."
(The Midnight Crew): Hirst says, "Yudhi is an emo charizard."
It's what I was born to do. Write Evil sermons. FML.
umm No we started out with like 4 rooms or something might have been 6 and it's slowly built up from there but it's been under construction for a rl year now.
The wyvern is a distant cousin of the dragon, perhaps interbred with giant scorpions at some time long ago by some mad wizard. Standing approximately twelve feet high at the shoulder, it looks like a squat dragon, except for the large pointed barb at the end of its tail.
A fearsome wyvern exudes an aura of overwhelming power.
He weighs about 937 pounds.
He is loyal to some gold sovereigns (a denizen).
Obviously a mercenary.