You give 400 gold sovereigns to Dialdre, a highbrow waiter.
Dialdre, a highbrow waiter says, "Ah, yes. I presume you have the kill, Melodie?"
You give the corpse of a mountain grizzly to Dialdre, a highbrow waiter.
Dialdre, a highbrow waiter takes the carcass from you with a nod and hands it to an attendant who scurries away.
Dialdre, a highbrow waiter says, "I'll have the cook prepare a special bear dish. Just a moment."
(Small wait)
Dialdre returns carrying a fried bear kebab and places it before you.
Dialdre, a highbrow waiter says, "Enjoy."
p kebab
These fat hunks of bear flesh have been neatly squared. Dipped into a thick batter, the deep-fried meat is completely obscured by a crisp, golden shell. Bits of the batter have fried onto the thin wooden pole that skewers each juicy cube. Chunks of pepper, potato, and squash sit intermittently between each piece of meat.
It weighs about 1 pounds and 0 ounce(s).
smell kebab
A fried bear kebab smells of fried batter and flesh mingling with pepper.
You put a fried bear kebab into an extravagantly wrapped Logosmas present.
With great care, you place a fried bear kebab in an extravagantly wrapped Logosmas present, carefully arranging the festive silver tissue paper in protective layers.
Taking one last moment to tie a tidy bow atop an extravagantly wrapped Logosmas present, you close your eyes and picture Kendrick singing carols with happy HoHoHo halflings. Bear surprise!
And I love too Be still, my indelible friend 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
Lined with nacre (mother of pearl), yes. Was a book I read once, can't remember the title currently, but in it was an emperor in a far away land whose ancestors practically impoverished the kingdom by nacre coating every building, including the enormous palace, because it 'looked splendid'.
Lined with nacre (mother of pearl), yes. Was a book I read once, can't remember the title currently, but in it was an emperor in a far away land whose ancestors practically impoverished the kingdom by nacre coating every building, including the enormous palace, because it 'looked splendid'.
Oh there is a Mae joke in there... but I will leave it to professionals.
Lined with nacre (mother of pearl), yes. Was a book I read once, can't remember the title currently, but in it was an emperor in a far away land whose ancestors practically impoverished the kingdom by nacre coating every building, including the enormous palace, because it 'looked splendid'.
The city of Matherion, from the Tamuli series by David Eddings (the Tamuli is the sequel series to the Elenium). It looked pretty and became "fire-domed Matherion" as a result of the coating, but even a minor earthquake could precipitate a major financial crisis in the Tamul empire because of how much it cost to maintain.
- (Eleusis): Ellodin says, "The Fissure of Echoes is Sarathai's happy place." - With sharp, crackling tones, Kyrra tells you, "The ladies must love you immensely." - (Eleusian Ranger Techs): Savira says, "Most of the hard stuff seem to have this built in code like: If adventurer_hitting_me = "Sarathai" then send("terminate and selfdestruct")." - Makarios says, "Serve well and perish." - Xaden says, "Xaden confirmed scrub 2017."
Lined with nacre (mother of pearl), yes. Was a book I read once, can't remember the title currently, but in it was an emperor in a far away land whose ancestors practically impoverished the kingdom by nacre coating every building, including the enormous palace, because it 'looked splendid'.
The city of Matherion, from the Tamuli series by David Eddings (the Tamuli is the sequel series to the Elenium). It looked pretty and became "fire-domed Matherion" as a result of the coating, but even a minor earthquake could precipitate a major financial crisis in the Tamul empire because of how much it cost to maintain.
Yes! Domes of Fire. Glad someone else read that. Something along the lines of it's because it had been going on for three generations or more he felt obligated to continue it, as ridiculous as it sounded.
Lined with nacre (mother of pearl), yes. Was a book I read once, can't remember the title currently, but in it was an emperor in a far away land whose ancestors practically impoverished the kingdom by nacre coating every building, including the enormous palace, because it 'looked splendid'.
Lined with nacre (mother of pearl), yes. Was a book I read once, can't remember the title currently, but in it was an emperor in a far away land whose ancestors practically impoverished the kingdom by nacre coating every building, including the enormous palace, because it 'looked splendid'.
ERMAGAWD I KNOW THIS BOOK.
Now I have to go back and read of Sparhawk and his adventures.
Sometimes, I get caught up working on this ridiculous two-year-plus-in-the-making poem that keeps me up nights, and that is apparently when @Herenicus decides to remind me why I love RPing with him:
Herenicus tells you, "I have been giving some more thought to the situation vis-a-vis <top secret thing> and independent projects. I think we might just take fifteen minutes, mock up a proposal, and proceed with sanctioned <top secret things>."
Herenicus tells you, "Something that outlines what we intend to do, and the recognition we believe it is due in terms of <more secret things>. Non-progression is not tenable over the long term. You will not enjoy treading water forever, if only for want of new scenery."
Herenicus smiles, as he waits patiently for you.
Herenicus fidgets impatiently, staring at you.
Herenicus paces impatiently in front of you.
Herenicus stares pointedly at you and strums his fingers impatiently.
Herenicus clears his throat in an attempt to gain your attention.
Herenicus taps you lightly on the head, trying to get your attention.
Herenicus nudges you suggestively.
Herenicus elbows you in the side.
Herenicus prods you in the chest.
Herenicus pokes at you urgently.
Herenicus pokes you in the belly.
In the sky high above, you hear a high-pitched keening sound, and are appalled to see a flaming meteor streaking towards the ground.
Sometimes, I get caught up working on this ridiculous two-year-plus-in-the-making poem that keeps me up nights, and that is apparently when @Herenicus decides to remind me why I love RPing with him:
Herenicus tells you, "I have been giving some more thought to the situation vis-a-vis <top secret thing> and independent projects. I think we might just take fifteen minutes, mock up a proposal, and proceed with sanctioned <top secret things>."
Herenicus tells you, "Something that outlines what we intend to do, and the recognition we believe it is due in terms of <more secret things>. Non-progression is not tenable over the long term. You will not enjoy treading water forever, if only for want of new scenery."
Herenicus smiles, as he waits patiently for you.
Herenicus fidgets impatiently, staring at you.
Herenicus paces impatiently in front of you.
Herenicus stares pointedly at you and strums his fingers impatiently.
Herenicus clears his throat in an attempt to gain your attention.
Herenicus taps you lightly on the head, trying to get your attention.
Herenicus nudges you suggestively.
Herenicus elbows you in the side.
Herenicus prods you in the chest.
Herenicus pokes at you urgently.
Herenicus pokes you in the belly.
In the sky high above, you hear a high-pitched keening sound, and are appalled to see a flaming meteor streaking towards the ground.
So -that's- how I should handle @Halos ignoring me.
Sometimes, I get caught up working on this ridiculous two-year-plus-in-the-making poem that keeps me up nights, and that is apparently when @Herenicus decides to remind me why I love RPing with him:
Herenicus tells you, "I have been giving some more thought to the situation vis-a-vis <top secret thing> and independent projects. I think we might just take fifteen minutes, mock up a proposal, and proceed with sanctioned <top secret things>."
Herenicus tells you, "Something that outlines what we intend to do, and the recognition we believe it is due in terms of <more secret things>. Non-progression is not tenable over the long term. You will not enjoy treading water forever, if only for want of new scenery."
Herenicus smiles, as he waits patiently for you.
Herenicus fidgets impatiently, staring at you.
Herenicus paces impatiently in front of you.
Herenicus stares pointedly at you and strums his fingers impatiently.
Herenicus clears his throat in an attempt to gain your attention.
Herenicus taps you lightly on the head, trying to get your attention.
Herenicus nudges you suggestively.
Herenicus elbows you in the side.
Herenicus prods you in the chest.
Herenicus pokes at you urgently.
Herenicus pokes you in the belly.
In the sky high above, you hear a high-pitched keening sound, and are appalled to see a flaming meteor streaking towards the ground.
So -that's- how I should handle @Halos ignoring me.
No, bring out a piece of coal and start drawing hair and eyebrows back on him.
Marrick yells, "I am deeply and madly in love with all Cyrenian women, and the first one to get here and give me fifty gold gets me for life!"
With a splattering of gore, Marrick's body has been crushed in the mighty jaws of Scarlattan Lilian Xanatov-Nomathi, Shield Curator, his head consumed as a victorious snack.
Marrick yells, "I am deeply and madly in love with all Cyrenian women, and the first one to get here and give me fifty gold gets me for life!"
With a splattering of gore, Marrick's body has been crushed in the mighty jaws of Scarlattan Lilian Xanatov-Nomathi, Shield Curator, his head consumed as a victorious snack.
So is that what happened?
OH! I know this one.. I have logs of this one....I'm surprised Lilian could eat his head, no one else could.
Marrick yells, "I am deeply and madly in love with all Cyrenian women, and the first one to get here and give me fifty gold gets me for life!"
With a splattering of gore, Marrick's body has been crushed in the mighty jaws of Scarlattan Lilian Xanatov-Nomathi, Shield Curator, his head consumed as a victorious snack.
So is that what happened?
OH! I know this one.. I have logs of this one....I'm surprised Lilian could eat his head, no one else could.
Marrick yells, "I am deeply and madly in love with all Cyrenian women, and the first one to get here and give me fifty gold gets me for life!"
With a splattering of gore, Marrick's body has been crushed in the mighty jaws of Scarlattan Lilian Xanatov-Nomathi, Shield Curator, his head consumed as a victorious snack.
So is that what happened?
OH! I know this one.. I have logs of this one....I'm surprised Lilian could eat his head, no one else could.
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Sounds to me like someone spent too much time talking to the Maia.
I am retired and log into the forums maybe once every 2 months. It was a good 20 years, live your best lives, friends.
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(Small wait)
smell kebab
push box @Kendrick
Bear surprise!
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
Room literally Arcade Arcade.
- With sharp, crackling tones, Kyrra tells you, "The ladies must love you immensely."
- (Eleusian Ranger Techs): Savira says, "Most of the hard stuff seem to have this built in code like: If adventurer_hitting_me = "Sarathai" then send("terminate and selfdestruct")."
- Makarios says, "Serve well and perish."
- Xaden says, "Xaden confirmed scrub 2017."
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So is that what happened?
Sounds to me like someone spent too much time talking to the Maia.