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Prayer time in Targ. People get bored sometimes and are easily amused.
https://ada-young.appspot.com/pastebin/e28fe2cf
Having a philosophical discussion at Silverbright Square:
You say in Targossian, "I think it's confusing if you say intent matters more than outcome, because I could have the best intent in the world, but if I accidently did something to cause the destruction of the realm, the Lord would not be pleased."
You look sceptical and say in Targossian, "In fact, He might incinerate me."
(Order): Deucalion says, "Might?"
Will he incinerate me or not
The age-old question:
Will the person who just ran off with my corpses immolate me or not
You tell X, "Retirement, Achaea's plan b."
You see Jarrod Dracrotalus shout, "We worked hard on that!"
j/k this event was megafun even if it was a bit lengthier than I expected. i haven't slept for a whole day!
Dunn has bled out, slain by the might of Minister Atalkez Al'Jafri, Exemplar of Truth.
Jhui dies, his defences no match for the relentless might of Rohai Shu'in, Dawnlord of Targossas.
In defence of Ruca Alexandrian, a guardian angel has torn Jhui's soul from his body.
Dunn dies, his defences no match for the relentless might of Rohai Shu'in, Dawnlord of Targossas.
Dunn has bled out, slain by the might of Minister Atalkez Al'Jafri, Exemplar of Truth.
(Party): Jhui says, "Miz had to go afk."
Following a dull *thump*, an angry voice can be heard yelling curses in the distance.
A Duskmere brawler snarls, "Did you see that."
You peer at a Duskmere brawler unscrupulously.
Ignika says in a clear, amused voice, "We put them there in warning, if they dont smarten up well kill them."
Solemnly carrying his crown within his hands, Ugrach is escorted to the Soulrealms by the two Elder Gods.
Arriving at Death's Halls, the Lords Prospero and Phaestus step aside, gesturing to the repaired throne.
With a sombre nod, Ugrach places his crown atop the seat of death before taking his place. The throne thrums with dark energy as the black band melds into it, the entire cathedra contorting into a new, skeletal form befitting the occupant.
Jarrod Dracrotalus shouts, "We worked hard on that!"
Khaibit Kintsukuroi D'Ischai's Pasiphaean voice resonates, "I'm not sure an undead throne is what we were going for here."
Satisfied, Prospero offers a handshake to Ugrach before the Elder Gods depart, leaving the newly annointed Curator of Death to his duty. Looking about his new residence, a cold smile crosses Ugrach's visage as he leans back, awaiting his first caller.
Taarkos says, "I feel so..."
Taarkos says, "Domesticated."
You say, "That sounds like an awful disease."
replace "Hearts" with "Farrah's"
A shaggy buffalo stands still for a second while a big, smelly load of faeces comes out of his back side.
I feel really sorry for whoever's guiding whenever this trollalt logs in because there's no way it's a real newbie. Without fail, they subject Romeo and Juliet to some random tirade of things like wanting to cannibalise other players with the eat command, or chattering on newbie.
Most of the time they either ignore the trollalts, or use that "I will speak with you in TELLS, Trollalt." response.
Though now I'm curious if this Juliet REALLY was a girl, LAUGH out loud
got gud
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Mizik swings a Scimitar of Hawks at Proficy's right leg with all his might.
Horror overcomes Proficy's face as his body stiffens into paralysis.
Lightning-quick, Mizik jabs Proficy's right leg with a Scimitar of Hawks.
Mizik draws himself up to his full height and lets loose a piercing battlecry at Proficy.
6619h, 5352m, 28480e, 21697w 0
Proficy yelps in pain as Lethe, a great white bat bashes him.
6619h, 5352m, 28480e, 21697w 0
Proficy takes a drink from an elegant diamond vial.
6619h, 5352m, 28480e, 21697w 0
Proficy eats a magnesium chip.
6619h, 5352m, 28480e, 21697w 0
6619h, 5352m, 28480e, 21697w 0
A fierce, wild-eyed falcon dives at Proficy, raking his face with its talons.
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Mizik's aura of weapons rebounding disappears.
Mizik draws back his blade and impales Proficy to the hilt.
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Mizik takes a long drag off his pipe.
6619h, 5352m, 28480e, 21715w 0
Mizik's eyes rage with fury.
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Proficy eats a ferrum flake.
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Proficy takes some salve from a vial and rubs it on his legs.
6619h, 5352m, 28480e, 21715w 0
6619h, 5352m, 28480e, 21715w 0
Mizik's legs collapse under him as he suddenly passes out.
6619h, 5394m, 28480e, 21694w 0 (+42m, 0.7%)
Being unconscious, Mizik falls over.
6619h, 5394m, 28480e, 21694w 0
Proficy yelps in pain as Lethe, a great white bat bashes him.
6619h, 5394m, 28480e, 21694w 0
Lord Marshal Proficy, the Merciful says, "Done."