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Done! A fearsome wyvern will now be named 'Dragoom.'
@Draqoom
Aelios tells you, "So."
Aelios tells you, "Im getting an arti mount."
Aelios tells you, "...guess what its gonna be."
You tell Aelios Azon, Blade of the Watch, "A dick?"
Aelios tells you, "Rofl soo close."
Aelios tells you, "A giant rooster."
Aelios tells you, "Huge cock."
Close enough?
Bashed 25% of 97 today. Then exactly at 99% I get jumped halfway through a fierce battle with a ghost.
https://ada-young.appspot.com/pastebin/b103d7cd
One can only hope this trend continues.
You move in towards Rangor for the backbreaker.
With a sickening crunch and cry of pure agony, Rangor's head lolls aimlessly far too far to one side.
Rangor collapses into such an undignified sprawl that you realise that the throw did indeed snap
the spine like a dry twig.
You tell the soul of Rangor, "//You need SLC."
Rangor tells you, "//I know."
Just standing around, minding my own business when suddenly:
Archfiend Orzaansyn I'llur, Sartai Nunciate yells, "Arador Greetings, Sir."
You blink.
Archfiend Orzaansyn I'llur, Sartai Nunciate yells, "Ahem."
Dreadlord Carmain Nithilar, Voice of Evil yells, "Hail Sir Arador."
Orzaansyn tells you in Mhaldorian, "Greetings, Sir."
Nicia tells you, "Ah, it seems Orzaansyn has found you."
Deacon Herenicus Coldraven yells, "Hail, Sir Arador!"
A voice laden with a heavy foreign accent yells something that you cannot understand.
Nicia tells you, "Et al."
Vicar Aegoth I'llur, Phantom Hand yells, "Hail Arador, Knight of Mhaldor!"
You yell, "My you are a loud bunch this morning. Would you keep it down please, I'm trying to
sleep!"
You yell, "And get off my lawn!"
Deacon Herenicus Coldraven yells, "That's what she said?"
Message #1920 Sent by Orzaansyn
6/03/17:56 //stupid autocorrect that corrects TELL into YELL...
(The Council of Mhaldor): Zii says, "Now execute everyone who yelled."
Deacon Herenicus Coldraven yells, "...ahem. Apologies and shutting up."
(Mhaldor): You say, "Oh and there is the line. Thank you, Deacon."
me too
I got two!
Dammit @Jarrod!!
Calling newbies mildly retarded isn't really all that funny.
I was going to veildeliver her a mushroom sigil to portal her out
Oh well, was funny!
Cascades of quicksilver light streak across the firmament as the celestial voice of Ourania intones, "Oh Jarrod..."
Adventures in Eleusis, part one:
Sitting with @Alrena and Marv as we're trying to coordinate some things...
(Party): Alrena says, "Rangor, where are you?"
(Party): @Rangor says, "Targossas." Wait, shit shit, I'm still enemied, Alrena stahp wa-...
A look of true love crosses Alrena's face. Nooooo, I'm gonna diieeeee...
You try and fail to follow Marv. ....
A look of purest love crosses Alrena's face, and Alrena is summoned away.
Marv leaves, following Alrena. Whew!
(Brief moment to recover as I stare at my screen.)
(Party): You say, "Not sure why I didn't follow, but thank goodness I didn't." Playing it cool. I'm okay. I'm... okay!
(Party): Alrena says, "Oh my god, I forgot!" YEAH I BET YOU DID, ALRENA! I. BET. YOU. DID.
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
Nyderrasethi arrives from the west.
A stubborn mule of Moghedu begins to follow Nyderrasethi obediently.
A stubborn mule of Moghedu begins to follow Nyderrasethi obediently.
A stubborn mule of Moghedu begins to follow Nyderrasethi obediently.
A stubborn mule of Moghedu begins to follow Nyderrasethi obediently.
A stubborn mule of Moghedu begins to follow Nyderrasethi obediently.
A stubborn mule of Moghedu begins to follow Nyderrasethi obediently.
A stubborn mule of Moghedu begins to follow Nyderrasethi obediently.
Nyderrasethi nods his head slowly, looking very wise.
Nyderrasethi leaves to the west.
He is followed by a stubborn mule of Moghedu, a stubborn mule of Moghedu, a stubborn mule of Moghedu, a stubborn mule of Moghedu, a stubborn mule of Moghedu, a stubborn mule of Moghedu, and a stubborn mule of Moghedu.
@Hasar you are doing it wrong!
(Market): @Tohransays, "Selling entire robes! Why buy parts, when you can actually fully cover your ugly butt?"
(Market): Tohran says, "I am NOT selling talismans, I'm selling clothes, jewels, totems, runes, forgings, inks, tattoos, gatherings, and food."
the robes market has been making me giggle all month, this made me cry I was laughing so hard.
@Kresslack did you get Delivered or something? But how did @Caladbolg teleport to mhaldor O.O
WHAT IS THIS SORCERY
Artemis says, "You are so high maintenance, Tharvis, gosh."
Tecton says, "It's still your fault, Tharvis."
the whatnow?
Artemis says, "You are so high maintenance, Tharvis, gosh."
Tecton says, "It's still your fault, Tharvis."
Magic snow!
So....do you want to build a snowmagmaman?
Not any more
And that is why smoking is bad for your health.
Folding the Veil of reality, you bend your mighty will to seek out Aiseiri.
A warm inviting living-room (indoors).
A runic totem is planted solidly in the ground. Lying flat on the ground is a key-shaped sigil. A
Baalzadeen demon towers over you, filling you with dread. Standing still as a statue, a blood steed
has fixed its fiery red eyes on some movement in the distance. There are 2 magnesium chips in a
group here. A smudge of brick-red cinnabar dusts the ground here. There are 2 potash crystals in 2
groups here. There are 2 aurum flakes in 2 groups here. A black fabric rug is spread out here. A
mahogany couch with a covering of black velvet is here. Rectoress Aiseiri d'Ivoire, of the Black
Cathedral is here, sprawled on the floor. <--- Oh hey, look, no monolith.
You see a single exit leading east.
You dip your fingers into the cool water of the bowl, willing it to reveal the location of Aiseiri.
An image of Mhaldor appears reflected within the bowl, shifting with the rippling water to display a
warm inviting living-room (house).
As you touch the prism tattoo, a beam of light shoots forth but scatters instantly.
You draw a circle in the air with your wand, and a fiery outline appears.
A fiery portal opens in the air before you.
You step through a fiery portal.
A warm inviting living-room (indoors).
A runic totem is planted solidly in the ground. Lying flat on the ground is a key-shaped sigil. A
Baalzadeen demon towers over you, filling you with dread. Standing still as a statue, a blood steed
has fixed its fiery red eyes on some movement in the distance. There are 2 magnesium chips in a
group here. A smudge of brick-red cinnabar dusts the ground here. There are 2 potash crystals in 2
groups here. There are 2 aurum flakes in 2 groups here. A black fabric rug is spread out here. A
mahogany couch with a covering of black velvet is here. <--- Where did she go?
Def journal as b/w shows in WHO B.
You see a single exit leading east.
Your blindness is cured by a wunjo rune on a totem.
Your attention is grabbed and held by a fascinating butterfly-like rune.
You spy a fehu rune on a totem.
Your insomnia has cleared up.
You spy a fehu rune on a totem.
You feel incredibly tired, and fall asleep immediately.
You spy a fehu rune on a totem.
You feel yourself calm down as the kola nut wears off.
You discern that you are in Mhaldor.
Your environment conforms to that of Urban.
You are in the Prime Material Plane.
You are currently in Lady Katzchen's Manor. <--- Ding, ding, ding. Jackpot!
You are holding:
a group of 2323 potash crystals, 30 heron feathers in 30
groups, an ivory-embossed journal, a black velvet journal embossed with a gold crown, a luminous
journal of the night sky, an ink-black journal wreathed in stars, a linen and limestone journal, a
gilded mosaic journal, a journal of the elements, a shimmering cerulean journal bound in leather, a
historian's journal, a personal journal, a gold leaf journal pressed with gemstones, a folio journal
of vellum pages, a dusky grey journal emblazoned with a pentacle, a sparkling midnight blue journal,
a discreet black journal, a map-embossed leather journal, a monolith sigil, 149 obsidian daggers, a
graceful silver dagger, a blackened steel slave collar, a painting on canvas of a raven-haired
temptress, a group of 4 valerian leaves, a group of 7 skullcap flowers, a group of 3 echinacea roots,
a group of 372 goldenseal roots, a group of 394 lobelia seeds, a group of 332 ginseng roots, a
group of 4 cohosh roots, a group of 3 slippery elms, a group of 12 gypsum crystals, a group of 414
stannum flakes, a group of 99 dolomite grains, a group of 259 cuprum flakes, a group of 348
magnesium chips, a group of 178 calamine crystals, a group of 560 plumbum flakes, a group of 326
pinches of ground realgar, a group of 472 arsenic pellets, a group of 387 calcite motes, a group of
2038 potash crystals, a group of 154 aurum flakes, a group of 239 quartz grains, a group of 221
pinches of ground cinnabar, a group of 272 blue inks, a group of 64 red inks, a group of 138 green
inks, a group of 11000 lumps of red clay, a group of 9000 patches of lumic moss.
And the height of griefing:
You carefully pull a painting on canvas of a raven-haired temptress from its position upon the wall.
You attempt to stifle your amusement but cannot help laughing aloud.
@Bonko going to find it highly amusing if anyone actually buys that painting. As for the rest, thanks for cleaning up my house. :P
Honourable, knight eternal,
Darkly evil, cruel infernal.
Necromanctic to the core,Dance with death forever more.
You command the razor-edged thorny vines around you to lash out and rend the flesh of a water-
bearing Mingruk woman.
You have slain a water-bearing Mingruk woman, retrieving the corpse.
Your soul cries out in ecstasy as it reaches new heights of power. You have advanced to level 99.
You have reached the illustrious level of Greater Dragon.
(svo): Your max health increased by 63h/0% to 6606.
(svo): Your max mana increased by 77m/0% to 7972.
6388h, 6497m, 27350e, 4789w cxkdb-(-125m, 1.6%)You command the razor-edged thorny vines around you to lash out and rend the flesh of a water-
bearing Mingruk woman.
You have slain a water-bearing Mingruk woman, retrieving the corpse.
Your soul cries out in ecstasy as it reaches new heights of power. You have advanced to level 99.
You have reached the illustrious level of Greater Dragon.
(svo): Your max health increased by 63h/0% to 6606.
(svo): Your max mana increased by 77m/0% to 7972.
6388h, 6497m, 27350e, 4789w cxkdb-(-125m, 1.6%)
Haters gone hate
My friend, clearly you know little of the sultry tango, if you think that you can perform it without a partner.
3547h, 5598m, 32664e, 29346w exckdb-
Micaelis falls to his knees in worship.
3547h, 5598m, 32664e, 29346w exckdb-
You pick up a chipped iconic shard.
3547h, 5598m, 32664e, 29346w exckdb-
I see no "shard" to take.
3547h, 5598m, 32664e, 29346w exckdb-
You pick up 537 gold sovereigns.
3547h, 5598m, 32664e, 29346w exckdb-
Ellodin stands up.
3547h, 5598m, 32664e, 29346w exckdb-
You are far too selfish to throw anything away like that.
3547h, 5598m, 32664e, 29346w exckdb-
Micaelis eats a plumbum flake.
3547h, 5598m, 32664e, 29346w exckdb-
Ellodin follows you southeast. <--- stupidity made me go southeast
Among the rocks.
The air is choked with ash. The stars twinkle in the clear night sky. A large statue of ice stands here, forever trapping its victim inside. There are 9 tundra wolves here. A massive wendigo storms about here, awkwardly swinging a large club. The transparent, featureless form of an ice golem stands here completely immobile.
You see exits leading south, west, and northwest.
3547h, 5598m, 32662e, 29346w exckdb-
You rip into an ice golem with your massive, deadly claws. spamming gut macro, too late to stop
You have scored a WORLD-SHATTERING CRITICAL hit!!! PHEW
You have slain an ice golem, retrieving the corpse.
A chipped iconic shard appears and clatters to the ground.
Numerous golden sovereigns spill from the corpse.
3547h, 5598m, 32622e, 29346w eckdb-
Learn to tango already, you klutz.
I swear, most under-used, under-appreciated Rite.