Someone invited me into that clan and I accepted before I realized who it mainly consisted of. Left shortly after. I'm under the impression you're not missing much.
(The Midnight Crew): You say, "But hasar my bones would hurt." (The Midnight Crew): Hasar says, "Fu ruth." (Mhaldor): You say, "I sock u m8." (The Midnight Crew): Hasar says, "When we eating at nus."
Gg. I have never laughed so hard at my fail.
"Mummy, I'm hungry, but there's no one to eat! :C"
(The Midnight Crew): You say, "But hasar my bones would hurt." (The Midnight Crew): Hasar says, "Fu ruth." (Mhaldor): You say, "I sock u m8." (The Midnight Crew): Hasar says, "When we eating at nus."
Gg. I have never laughed so hard at my fail.
oh so that's why the executioner murdered you
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."
At great distance, Qui'anar Ranger @Darkender Distara, Death's Blade yells, "Thorn ... brainfart"
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."
There are 50 fist-shaped sigils in 50 groups here. [<---Uhhh...what?]Resting on the ground is a cube-shaped silver sigil. Holding its post into eternity, a goblin zombie stands guard here.
You see exits leading north, east, south, and west.
PUBLIC NEWS #19583
Date: 11/19/2014 at 07:24
From: High Advisor Micaelis Bayt al-Azhan, Sefyric Prince
To : Everyone
Subj: A New Dawn
"What is to give Light must endure burning."
For nearly half a century the citizens of Targossas have stood as the
only shield between Creation thriving and its abrupt destruction.
Sapience stares on, their mouths emitting a steady stream of dribble, as
the world passes them by. Yet still Targossas stands alone, the only
candle amidst a sea of Darkness, endlessly beset on all sides by
numerically superior forces and the prospect of always playing defense.
We shout our battle cries, and the forces push near our gates. We curse
the blight that is their existence as they push through our defenses. We
cry in anguish as they slay our brethren in the middle of the night. We
whisper curses as we realize there is little we can do. We slip into
despair, and apathy takes hold. We begin the process again by staring
out from our gates...and waiting. Waiting for a new day, for a reprieve
from the endless war waging amidst our homes and our city streets.
Waiting for something, for hope.
The Fifth Axiom of Righteousness states: If a law prevents you from your
task, rewrite it. If a moral gives you pause, expunge it. If a man
stands in your way, cut him down. Any obstacle that impedes you is your
foe, and the foe of all Creation.
Nice introduction of a new organisation to the world. So very atmospheric. Appreciate the focus on creativity and beauty. Are they not some reason why we invest in our storylike realms.
Everything about you is obscured by a heavy fog. A ladder of long, soft leaves comprises a wispy Weaver's Fern along the ground. Resting on the ground is a cube-shaped silver sigil. Standing still as a statue, a blood steed has fixed its fiery red eyes on some movement in the distance.
You see exits leading north, northeast, east, southeast, south, southwest, west, northwest, up, down, and in.
Your grace is automatically removed.
The shimmer of divine protection fades from around you.
(Party): Jaelyth says, "Pilgrimage up?"
You place your hand over an earring of Sinope, and it begins to warm beneath your palm.
You think of your true love, Carmell, and travel to her.
Ship bow.
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There are 3 lumps of red clay in a group here. There are 4 elegant white letters here. A golden-toned letter rests upon the ground. A valerian leaf has been dropped here. A bloodroot leaf lies here. Some irid moss has been left here. A piece of dried-out kelp has been left here. A noble hippogriff flaps its wings in agitation here. The shining figure of a guardian angel floats in the air here. Harbinger Carmell Bayt Al-Azhan, Caefir Priestess is riding on a noble hippogriff. She wields a Shield of Absorption bearing the Divine Order arms of Deucalion in her left hand and a bronze mace wreathed in flame in her right.
You see a single exit leading north.
(Party): You say, "TRAVELLED to Carmell at Ship bow."
Harbinger Carmell Bayt Al-Azhan, Caefir Priestess says in a warm, inviting voice, "Oh shite."
You say, "Hiding from the raid, I see."
A frenzied cleric screams, "Like more than one halo!"
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All I did was cltoff cause they were talking about deepthroating their vials to milk venoms faster...
Wasn't even propositioned for dick pics.
(some discussion about killing and probing and not targeting things)
And you won't understand the cause of your grief...
...But you'll always follow the voices beneath.
@Achirmst gets an itchy discharge finger when he sees people with CLT off. As fro the deepthroating discussion, no comment.
Album of Bluef during her time in Achaea
--time passes while I panic, why are shrugging and focus not working?!--
When did revenants get so smart at afflicting.
(The Midnight Crew): Hasar says, "Fu ruth."
(Mhaldor): You say, "I sock u m8."
(The Midnight Crew): Hasar says, "When we eating at nus."
Gg. I have never laughed so hard at my fail.
Artemis says, "You are so high maintenance, Tharvis, gosh."
Tecton says, "It's still your fault, Tharvis."
Frost crackles around Arcturus D'Aud'tore as he says to Skarash, "I just showed up, was at gates, see them withdraw."
As for the being a douche, YOU KNOW WHAT YOU DID!
And just in-case you don't, YOU SHOULD CHECK YOUR MESSAGES!
I take offense!
#SJW #tumblr #amidoinitrite?
Artemis says, "You are so high maintenance, Tharvis, gosh."
Tecton says, "It's still your fault, Tharvis."
[ SnB PvP Guide | Link ]
Please do not ever do this again, Peacock. Ever.
Was it because that evoked the memorable sonata of Mandark's laugh?
Date: 11/19/2014 at 07:24
From: High Advisor Micaelis Bayt al-Azhan, Sefyric Prince
To : Everyone
Subj: A New Dawn
"What is to give Light must endure burning."
For nearly half a century the citizens of Targossas have stood as the only shield between Creation thriving and its abrupt destruction. Sapience stares on, their mouths emitting a steady stream of dribble, as the world passes them by. Yet still Targossas stands alone, the only candle amidst a sea of Darkness, endlessly beset on all sides by numerically superior forces and the prospect of always playing defense. We shout our battle cries, and the forces push near our gates. We curse the blight that is their existence as they push through our defenses. We cry in anguish as they slay our brethren in the middle of the night. We whisper curses as we realize there is little we can do. We slip into despair, and apathy takes hold. We begin the process again by staring out from our gates...and waiting. Waiting for a new day, for a reprieve from the endless war waging amidst our homes and our city streets. Waiting for something, for hope.
The Fifth Axiom of Righteousness states: If a law prevents you from your task, rewrite it. If a moral gives you pause, expunge it. If a man stands in your way, cut him down. Any obstacle that impedes you is your foe, and the foe of all Creation.
The Ghazwa are tired of waiting.
We are coming.
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Nice introduction of a new organisation to the world. So very atmospheric. Appreciate the focus on creativity and beauty. Are they not some reason why we invest in our storylike realms.
Album of Bluef during her time in Achaea