I was looking in the forums archives for how I actually got dragon but I came across this instead and admittedly laughed at my own wit.
For those who remember, the 'Mhaldor ruined Christmas' ordeal.
At the SuperBowl Stadium. The stands are filled with screaming fans, spilled beer and half-eaten hotdogs. There are 2 rival football teams grunting with effort here. There is a gourp of musicians failing spectacularly here. You see exits to the north and south.
In the distance you perceive a large blimp heading towards your location.
As the blimp descends on the stadium you can make out the words "Mhaldor Inc." painted on its side.
A large blimp arrives from the north.
The blimp lands on the turf with a jolt before a mhun in a black cloak disembarks.
Sabiru disembarks a large blimp.
Sabiru picks up the football.
Sabiru boards a large blimp.
The blimp slowly rises into the air and glides off to the south.
Mhaldor has ruined the Superbowl!
SlyViolin wrote:
Your house. Your stuff is here, all of it. You see exits to the east (door) and south (door).
Chatting with Ruth a bit about ministry runnings, concerns/thoughts, and potential proposals...
Ruth tells you, "Either way, keep up the good job. I will speak with you again."
Today is a good day.
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
"And dear daughter, I want you to know..." Multislash Zemara You have slain Zemara "...Farewell, mother." Zemara tells you, "...dysfunctional relationships suck."
2015/08/08 03:23:14 - Verrucht declared Cooper to be a formal enemy. Reason: idiot.
2015/08/08 03:23:55 - Verrucht declared that Cooper is no longer an enemy. Reason: We'll forgive you again.
2015/08/08 03:23:14 - Verrucht declared Cooper to be a formal enemy. Reason: idiot.
2015/08/08 03:23:55 - Verrucht declared that Cooper is no longer an enemy. Reason: We'll forgive you again.
Entering the main gate of Ashtan. The stars twinkle in the clear night sky. A runic totem is planted solidly in the ground. A furry little humgii sits here, a hungry expression in his wide eyes. A ladder of long, soft leaves comprises a wispy Weaver's Fern along the ground. There are 2 Shadow Amazons here. A gleaming wooden sign is posted here. Polished marble gleaming, the Effigy of Victory resides here, a testament to the favour of the Great Mother. A sentry of the Vanguard maintains his vigil, a flame-blackened bardiche planted beside him. A thick stone slab stained with dried blood looms here, tainting the area with the profane worship of Babel. Wielding his hammer, a great granite statue of the ice giant, Oughlor stands sentinel. The impressive black and gold city gates of Ashtan tower above you. Casually sending electricity to dance between the fingers of her iron gauntlet, a smirking War Witch of Ashtan stands guard. Encased in gold-plated armour, a knight of the Illuminati stands motionless in silent vigil. Observing from high above the ground is a reticulated giraffe. Playing endlessly with its long floppy ears, a small burro stands here quietly. A stone gargoyle flies overhead on leathery, grey wings. Shadow Child Eirani Cobra, Wildfire is here, hidden. Her features are obscured by a mask. She wields an iron-tipped whip in her left hand and a sharp dirk in her right. You may ENTER SUBDIVISION from here. You see exits leading north, northeast, south, and northwest. A War Witch pinches you on your behind, obviously testing for firmness.
Eirani grins mischievously at you.
Eirani points accusingly at a War Witch.
A War Witch brushes her hair vainly.
Eirani flashes a breathtakingly beautiful smile.
You say to a War Witch in a silky, smooth tenor voice, "You want some? Meet me at Fire and Spice later."
You wink conspiratorially at a War Witch. A War Witch brushes her hair vainly.
Penwize has cowardly forfeited the challenge to mortal combat issued by Atalkez.
- (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."
Azagnanna, the Phantom Asp is here. She wields a Viper's Coil in her left hand and a
Shield of Absorption bearing the arms of Siduri in her right. The Silver Dragon Azelhu's
imposing form looms. The Red Dragon Xykon's imposing form looms. Ashelynne Wintermourne,
Ivory Apostle is here. She wields an Odyssean mace in her right hand. Activist Carmilla
Tepes is here. Her face is partially concealed beneath a raised hood. The Silver Dragon
Jadys' imposing form looms. Glorious Brogeta, the Heathensmasher is here. He wields an
Odyssean mace in his left hand and a lightweight kite shield in his right. Renato, of
Targossas is here. He wields a cavalry shield in his left hand. Predicant Kasya Shu'in,
the Innocent is here. She wields an Auroran Mace in her left hand and a Shield of
Absorption in her right.
You see exits leading north, east, south, and west.
Everyone's here waiting for @Aodfionn to log in for the opening ceremony, because he's going to give part of the opening speech... he finally logs in, and we get started:
Eminence Halos Vorondil says in Targossian, "Dawnlord?"
Halos nods at Dannyl.
Eminence Halos Vorondil says in Targossian, "A few words to start us off?"
Dannyl nods.
Dannyl says in a clear voice, "Good evening, citizens."
Dannyl says in a clear voice, "It warms my heart to see so many of the faithful gathered to celebrate the founding of our noble city."
Dannyl says in a clear voice, "Before the games begin, let us give praise to the Bloodsworn for every blessing They have bestowed upon us. May the Light and Fire lead, and we never fail to follow."
Dannyl bows his head in silent prayer.
Raising his head, Dannyl turns to address the crowd once more.
Dannyl says in a clear voice, "I know times have been rough, citizens, and much work is ahead of us. I will not lie to you - we have faltered on our path, and we must work diligently to return the Light to its former glory."
(Targossas): Aodfionn says, "Hold up getting pulled over."
(Targossas): Aodfionn says, "Disregard."
Aodfionn grows still and his lips begin to move silently.
Aodfionn is enveloped in translucent fire for a moment and is gone, his soul safe until he returns to Achaea.
Note to self, Aodfionn is an unsafe driver. Never getting into a car with him.
On the other hand, he seems to be a very dedicated Achaean.
- (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."
See, someone tried to blackmail me with one of my old activities. But I have a countermeasure for it - it's not blackmail if everyone else knows it already. Thusly, I post this shameful record of my shameful actions:
Part 1:
zaoria wrote:
Synbios once killed all of Mhaldor's guards with nothing more than a toothbrush, an empty sandwich bag, and a 'Pentharian is my Co-Pilot' bumper sticker.
Synbios wrote:
Iseria tells you, "Your execution is scheduled to be one hour from now, dear Templar. Make peace with your beloved Te'Serra, for They apparently have abandoned you."
You are thrown into a cell, and the door slams shut as the lock clicks in place. Holding cell(Mhaldor) A wad of chewed myrrh is lodged in the corner of the room, having been discarded by its previous owner. A dusty silk pillow sits on the floor, stained by what appear to be blood, sweat and tears of ages past. A tiny bowl sits there, holding a meal fit for a beggar. The corpse of a black rat lies here, the fire in its eyes having gone out.
There are no obvious exits.
Glancing into your Rift, you see: Nothing
You gurgle and retch, willing a hidden cavity in your stomach to surrender its hidden treasure.
You are holding: a mithril band
You look around about yourself, muttering "Hmm!"
You get a wad of chewed myrrh.
You get a dusty silk pillow.
You get a prisoner's last meal.
You get the corpse of a black rat.
You mutter, "Hm, if I stick some myrrh on the bottom of the bowl..."
-meanwhile-
(Shallam): Eschilde says, "Anyone able to locate Synbios?" (Shallam): Thiev says, "Nothing on veilglance." (Shallam): Lyndee says, "Can't contact him through tells, either." (Shallam): Eschilde says, "Damn. The execution's about to start."
From within the Isle of the West, a giant beam of light thunders upward, followed by horrified screams as a hole is blasted through the walls of the Baelgrim Fortress.
READLOG MHALDOR:
2010/12/17 19:02:03 - Synbios has slain Mhaldorus, the colossal daemon. 2010/12/17 19:02:03 - Synbios has slain an infernal wraith. 2010/12/17 19:02:03 - Synbios has slain an ominous lich. 2010/12/17 19:02:03 - Synbios has slain a naga assassin. 2010/12/17 19:02:03 - Synbios has slain a naga assassin. 2010/12/17 19:02:03 - Synbios has slain a naga assassin. 2010/12/17 19:02:03 - Synbios has slain a naga assassin. 2010/12/17 19:02:03 - Synbios has slain a naga assassin. 2010/12/17 19:02:03 - Synbios has slain a naga assassin. 2010/12/17 19:02:03 - Synbios has slain an ominous lich. 2010/12/17 19:02:03 - Synbios has slain an ominous lich. 2010/12/17 19:02:03 - Synbios has slain an ominous lich. 2010/12/17 19:02:03 - Synbios has slain an ominous lich. -continues on for a few more pages...- 2010/12/17 19:02:03 - Synbios has slain a large school of piranha.
(Shallam) You say, "Hm, that was unexpected. I appear to have used too much myrrh."
The Divine voice of Phaestus, the Smith echoes in your head, "You built a deathray and you never even told Me? For shame!"
Phaestus, the Smith has bestowed His Divine truedisfavour on you. It will last for approximately 12 Achaean days.
The Divine voice of Apollyon, the Suffering echoes in your head, "I hate you so very, very, very much."
Apollyon, the Suffering has bestowed His Divine truedisfavour on you. It will last for approximately 12 Achaean days.
The Divine voice of Lorielan, the Enlightened echoes in your head, "Myrrh makes for a poor death ray energy source when chewed. You insult Me when your alchemical skills leave much to be desired."
Lorielan, the Enlightened has bestowed Her Divine truedisfavour on you. It will last for approximately 12 Achaean days.
The Divine voice of Miramar, the Just echoes in your head, "You got out in five minutes, thirty seconds. You're getting sloppy today, young Templar."
Miramar, the Just has bestowed Her Divine truedisfavour on you. It will last for approximately 12 Achaean days.
Synbios wrote: Hmm...all that truedisfavouring has lowered my skills quite a bit. Unfortunate.
Your mastery of Bricolage has given you the following abilities:<br>PrepTime Ready your mind and your tools.<br>Lint Pocket filth or tinder material?<br>FoldPaper Never underestimate the power of ten or more folds.<br>Improvise Construct tools out of everyday objects.<br>Toothpick Can be jammed between the teeth or into a lock.<br>DoubleJoint Nimble fingers make for slippery opponents.<br>PaperMask Nobody will recognize you now.<br>Cloth Handkerchief or murder weapon?<br>ImproWeapon Improvise your kills.<br>Mirror Spy tool or energy focus?<br>String The detritus of cloth sheets.<br>Bombs Detonate your way to victory!<br>DuctTape The universal tool.<br>
Good thing I have a copy of the complete ability list: <br>Your mastery of Bricolage has given you the following abilities:<br>PrepTime Ready your mind and your tools.<br>Lint Pocket filth or tinder material?<br>FoldPaper Never underestimate the power of ten or more folds.<br>Improvise Construct tools out of everyday objects.<br>Toothpick Can be jammed between the teeth or into a lock.<br>DoubleJoint Nimble fingers make for slippery opponents.<br>PaperMask Nobody will recognize you now.<br>Cloth Handkerchief or murder weapon?<br>ImproWeapon Improvise your kills.<br>Mirror Spy tool or energy focus?<br>String The detritus of cloth sheets.<br>Bombs Detonate your way to victory!<br>DuctTape The universal tool.<br>Paperclip Flexible, like your mind<br>Lockpick No door is safe from you.<br>Nails Painful surprises for your inventions.<br>GutCavity Your body is a hiding place.<br>BreakJoint Sometimes, escape is worth a little pain.<br>RottenFood Give your inventions a little spice.<br>Traps Surprise your pursuers.<br>Springs Upgrade your inventions with these.<br>Aglets Their true purpose is sinister.<br>Nuke With the right string, cities will tremble.<br>IndyPloy Plan? We'll make it up as we go along.
Liliana's aura of weapons rebounding disappears. Liliana steps forward nimbly and slams her forehead towards Faur. Liliana connects. Vision becomes nearly impossible as a blizzard blurs the world to uniform white. (Solitaires Amicaux): Vayla says, "Blaez asked where sleik was, i said i dont know." (Solitaires Amicaux): Vayla says, "He gasped." "Heh heh heh," Liliana chuckles. Faur steps forward nimbly and slams his forehead towards Liliana. Liliana dodges the blow. Faur puts his hands on his hips and goes "Hmmm!" Liliana snickers softly to herself. Faur steps forward nimbly and slams his forehead towards Liliana. Faur connects. Faur says with a gruff, Dwarven accent, "There we go." Liliana says with a clear, lilting accent, "That barely tickled." Faur nods his head slowly, looking very wise.
<i>Context: </i>I explained to @Liliana and @Faur about what I call Mhaldorian hugs:
an exchange of nonafflicting damage between two Mhaldorians in Mhaldor
(who might otherwise just hug, but... PDA laws.
Comments
Settle down...
For those who remember, the 'Mhaldor ruined Christmas' ordeal.
Ruth tells you, "Either way, keep up the good job. I will speak with you again."
Today is a good day.
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
Multislash Zemara
You have slain Zemara
"...Farewell, mother."
Zemara tells you, "...dysfunctional relationships suck."
He enemied after but I'm too lazy to copy it. But then unenemied
2015/08/08 03:23:55 - Verrucht declared that Cooper is no longer an enemy. Reason: We'll forgive you again.
Apparently religious Targossian drivel isn't considered Real Literature by the LSA (Librarian's Society of Achaea).
Entering the main gate of Ashtan.
The stars twinkle in the clear night sky. A runic totem is planted solidly in the ground. A furry
little humgii sits here, a hungry expression in his wide eyes. A ladder of long, soft leaves
comprises a wispy Weaver's Fern along the ground. There are 2 Shadow Amazons here. A gleaming wooden
sign is posted here. Polished marble gleaming, the Effigy of Victory resides here, a testament to
the favour of the Great Mother. A sentry of the Vanguard maintains his vigil, a flame-blackened
bardiche planted beside him. A thick stone slab stained with dried blood looms here, tainting the
area with the profane worship of Babel. Wielding his hammer, a great granite statue of the ice giant,
Oughlor stands sentinel. The impressive black and gold city gates of Ashtan tower above you.
Casually sending electricity to dance between the fingers of her iron gauntlet, a smirking War Witch
of Ashtan stands guard. Encased in gold-plated armour, a knight of the Illuminati stands motionless
in silent vigil. Observing from high above the ground is a reticulated giraffe. Playing endlessly
with its long floppy ears, a small burro stands here quietly. A stone gargoyle flies overhead on
leathery, grey wings. Shadow Child Eirani Cobra, Wildfire is here, hidden. Her features are
obscured by a mask. She wields an iron-tipped whip in her left hand and a sharp dirk in her right.
You may ENTER SUBDIVISION from here.
You see exits leading north, northeast, south, and northwest.
A War Witch pinches you on your behind, obviously testing for firmness.
Eirani grins mischievously at you.
Eirani points accusingly at a War Witch.
A War Witch brushes her hair vainly.
Eirani flashes a breathtakingly beautiful smile.
You say to a War Witch in a silky, smooth tenor voice, "You want some? Meet me at Fire and Spice
later."
You wink conspiratorially at a War Witch.
A War Witch brushes her hair vainly.
Penwize has cowardly forfeited the challenge to mortal combat issued by Atalkez.
That would've been a very tragic accident if I could've, but still...
You're welcome, Cyrene.
corpse spam
LOL
- 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."
Everyone's here waiting for @Aodfionn to log in for the opening ceremony, because he's going to give part of the opening speech... he finally logs in, and we get started:
i'm a rebel
- 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."
Pharaus says with a heavy Eleusian accent, "Sorry it was me I fell and knocked a bunch of crap over, one thing led to another."
You shake your head.
You pat Pharaus in a friendly manner.
You say in a warm, confident voice, "It is ok."
Rinku says in Hashani in a deep, gruff voice, "No clue...I woke up and there were a tank here and no one round...."
You peer at Ze'thya, the chimeric dragon unscrupulously.
Ze'thya, the chimeric dragon shrugs helplessly at you.
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Part 1:
<i>Context: </i>
I explained to @Liliana and @Faur about what I call Mhaldorian hugs: an exchange of nonafflicting damage between two Mhaldorians in Mhaldor (who might otherwise just hug, but... PDA laws.This scene at Cyrene's crossroads followed.