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25) You told Glaw: Greetings.
26) Glaw told You: You wouldn't happen to be a dragon would you? I am compiling a list of all
dragons in Achaea.
27) You told Glaw: I am, yes.
28) Glaw told You: What color, might I ask?
29) You told Glaw: Silver, most of the time.
30) Glaw told You: You can just change your color?
31) Glaw told You: Interesting.
32) Glaw told You: I hope I haven't caught you at a bad time.
33) You told Glaw: No, not at all.
34) Glaw told You: I hope you do not think badly of me for being Hashani.
35) You told Glaw: How you act and what you say has more bearing on my impression of anyone than
their citizenship.
36) Glaw told You: If only everyone acted that way...
37) You told Glaw: Usually, people wish others acted that way. It is not often people say 'I will be
that way, and perhaps others will follow my example.'
38) Glaw told You: I see your years have made you wise.
39) You told Glaw: Wise? Hardly.
40) You told Glaw: I have my flaws, like any other mortal.
41) Glaw told You: Care to drop by and talk? It would be a pleasure.
42) You told Glaw: Ah, I'm engaged in business with the Order of the Goddess I serve, I'm afraid.
But I thank you for the offer.
43) Glaw told You: Ah, I forgot how devout you Targossians were.
44) You told Glaw: To the death, quite often.
45) Glaw told You: I've noticed, the pikes outside Hashan kind of stick out. I just wish all the
cities could just get along.
46) You told Glaw: I am afraid I am responsible for the majority of those, truth be told.
47) Glaw told You: You were one of the ones to attack us in the previous days?
48) You told Glaw: I personally led all of the attacks on the Shadow Court bar one, which was led by
Farrah Roualt, aye.
49) Glaw told You: Ah, I'll... I'll be going now. I'll be around, if you need me.
50) You told Glaw: Very well. Good day.
Was it something I said
got gud
(I actually know why I got the reaction I got, for the record
Magenta Azagnanna, the Hand of Dawn.
Man. One little miss, and they don't let you live it down
Lilio blinks.
You say, "Perish, Dauntless!"
A delicate hint of rose-scented perfume drifts about Natliya, sweet, soothing and seductive.
Kammie, a lean bartender bends over and picks up a tumbler of Black Oak whiskey.
Lilio and Shirszae leave, following Natliya to the west.
You tell Shirszae, "...oi. He really thinks I'm going to kill you?"
Shirszae laughingly tells you, "...Apparently."
Oi you cheeky little bastard,
[ SnB PvP Guide | Link ]
Mindshell then told us to pretend we were battle figurines, and choose whatever we want to be figurined as. We would each emote an attack, then he would decide if it connected/missed/blocked. 6 rounds, 4 hits makes the winner. The battle is as follows, seen from Dredrith's viewpoint.
Gunna stick this in a spoiler box because it's super long.
You have emoted: Dredrith shrinks down into a tiny figurine of Zlazzir,
the salty fisherman.
You have emoted: Dredrith looks around with his one good eye, sneering
at the area. In a gravely voice he says, "I've seen better fishing grounds in the
Mhojave." then spits a murky blob of tabac on the ground. Gross!!
Omor flaps his slave robes in the wind, eyeing Mindshell carefully, and
stands as tall as he can.
Omor begins to wield a morningstar in his left hand.
Omor begins to wield a morningstar in his right hand.
Omor shrinks down into a tiny figurine of Mindshell Azon, the salty
Ashtani.
Omor touches an earring in his ear, a look of love in his eyes as he
appears behind Zlazzir, the salty fisherman, and leaps forward, Robes of the Magi
fluttering behind him as he whirls both weapons at Zlazzir, the salty fisherman.
Khaibit giggles happily.
Mindshell Azon says, "The boot is thrown, but Mindshell successfully
dodges thanks to his earring!"
Mindshell Azon says, "The salty water got in his eyes though and he
completely misses his attack on Zlazzir!"
Omor spins one morningstar in place, points his other arm at his
opponent, Bracers of Frost spraying ice chunks towards Zlazzir, the salty fisherman, before
swinging his morningstar violently towards his opponent's head!
You have emoted: Dredrith glowers at Mindshell Azon, the salty Ashtani
and says, "Hands off the merchandise, not everything is for sale." He pulls out a live
fish from one of his pockets and thwaps Mindshell Azon, the salty Ashtani with the floppy
fish. As he starts to freeze the fish flops out of his hand into the other's shirt, wriggling
around!
Mindshell utters a deep, rumbling laugh.
Mindshell Azon says, "Good grief."
Mindshell Azon says, "With both Zlazzir and Mindshell on the complete
offense, Zlazzir takes a sound beating to the head thanks to the distracting ice chunks,
while Zlazzir delights in his fish being kept nice and fresh and lands a frozen fish
slap right across Mindshell's face! Oh the horror!"
Omor cackles hellishly as he sketches a lagul rune on each morningstar,
then charges Zlazzir, the salty fisherman, both weapons spinning at a whirlwind pace
towards his torso!
Khaibit giggles happily.
You have emoted: Dredrith takes out a dark glass bottle of rum and
starts to guzzle the deep amber fluid. Looking refreshed despite the huge, morning-star
shaped bruise on his face he invokes the sea spirits and gale-force wind starts to buffet
Mindshell Azon, pushing him away and knocking him to the ground!
A haunting, ululating song issues from a nearby sewer grate.
Mindshell Azon says, "Mindshell for some reason forgetting to use
runeblades up until now tarries too long fixing his morningstars and Zlazzir is well prepared to
knock back the assault. Fish still wriggling in his shirt distracting him, Mindshell
loses his balance and tumbles head over heels as he is knocked away by the wind!"
Khaibit giggles happily.
Khaibit says in a gentle voice, "He has feeshes in his shirt."
Mindshell Azon says, "Half way through this battle, Zlazzir has landed
twice, while Mindshell lags behind with a single connected hit."
The corners of Mindshell's mouth turn up as he grins mischievously.
Omor quickly discards the fish in his shirt before throwing a boomerang
at Zlazzir, the salty fisherman, attempting to pull him, and prepares a troll-sized
headbutt for the occasion!
The corners of Mindshell's mouth turn up as he grins mischievously.
Khaibit giggles happily.
Khaibit says in a gentle voice, "A dirty low blow! I like it."
You have emoted: Dredrith takes advantage of his foe's misfortune to
flirt outrageously with his fans and casts his line, hooking it on the thrown fish midair!
The small blue portal appears again and he starts sweating as he see's two large,
wriggling tentacles reach out of the portal, pushing it open further!
Ternsi stands and watches with a confounded look.
Khaibit grins mischievously at Ternsi.
Ternsi greets Khaibit with a sincere smile.
Mindshell Azon says, "Zlazzir almost manages to unleash a squid upon the
crowd he was so gallantly flirting with but saved at the last moment from his
foolishness, Mindshell's boomerang sweeps in to save him, only to be rewarded with a mighty
headbutt upon its return. Now that's using your head!"
Ternsi says, "I am not familiar with this town. What manner of
celebration is this?"
Mindshell Azon says, "It's all for a good cause, we're making lovely new
furniture for the city!"
Mindshell Azon says, "Something to fill the common gathering place of
fire and spice."
Ternsi says, "That doesn't look good."
Khaibit says to Ternsi in a gentle voice, "It is a magical battle, it's
fun."
The corners of Khaibit's mouth turn up as she grins mischievously.
Mindshell nods his head emphatically.
You have emoted: Dredrith drops his pole and starts pulling out
talismans, praying to gods as fast as he can. An adorably fearsome kraken from the deep roars and
reaches through the portal for Mindshell Azon, the salty Ashtani!
Khaibit says in a gentle voice, "That's adorable and I want one!"
Mindshell chuckles long and heartily.
Busy blowing kisses at Khaibit, Omor begins spinning both morningstars
as he stares lovingly into her eyes, preparing a devastating skullcrush for Zlazzir,
the salty fisherman... once he's done flirting.
You have emoted: Dredrith erupts in deep, rich laughter.
Mindshell rolls on the floor, laughing.
Mindshell Azon says, "Oh god oh god."
Omor attempts to stay in the character of Mindshell, but cracks a small
smirk.
Khaibit covers her mouth with a giggle, her face flushing pink.
Mindshell Azon says, "In his rush to pull out his talismans, Zlazzir
drops half of them all over the the ground and Fluffy the adorably fearsome kraken splashes
forth with a deep bellow and chomps on the frozen fish instead, a good snack that!"
Mindshell Azon says, "Completely forgetting he was supposed to be
fighting, Mindshell trips over the talismans lying upon the ground and slams head first
right into Zlazzir! He's landed a blow but has completely concussed himself in the process.
What a lout!"
Mindshell Azon says, "With the final round to come, both contestants
have landed three connects, with Mindshell somehow granting Zlazzir a free blow despite
himself!"
You have emoted: Dredrith gets a faraway look on his face as his
thoughts go to his ship at sea. At the last moment, he grabs ahold of Mindshell Azon, the salty
Ashtani and they are both transported to the bow of The Verdant Lady. Zlazzir pulls out a
rapier and tells Mindshell to walk the plank and steps forward threateningly, leaving
nowhere to go but to back up, there's not much left to step on before open sea!
Mindshell gives a horrified gasp.
Khaibit says in a gentle voice, "The pirate! He's stolen your ship
Mindshell!"
Mindshell Azon says, "I knew he was a pirate all along!"
You have emoted: Dredrith winks or... blinks with his good eye at
Mindshell.
Omor gives a horrified gasp, looking at his prized possession from the
plank. "I refuse to be beaten this easily, pirate!" Fury in his eyes, he drops both
morningstars into the sea and charges Zlazzir, the salty fisherman, at full speed, bracers ready
to deflect as a vision of gutting the pirate with his bare hands flashes before his
eyes!
Khaibit claps her hands together merrily.
Mindshell Azon exclaims, "Oh no! Mindshell foolishly parting with his
weapons and trapped upon the plank is left with no where to go, he charges Zlazzir again and
again but is repelled each time by the bladework of the swashbuckling pirate Zlazzir.
Finally beaten Mindshell stumbles back over the edge of the plank, right into the
waiting maw of Fluffy, the adorably fearsome kraken! CHOMP!"
Omor dies.
You attempt to stifle your amusement but cannot help laughing aloud.
Khaibit gives up a round of applause.
Mindshell Azon says, "Be released from your burden!"
Khaibit says in a gentle voice, "That was awesome!"
Mindshell Azon says, "That was spectacular."
Omor grows back to his normal size.. that is to say, not much, and bows
with a flourish.
Mindshell chuckles long and heartily.
Mindshell nods his head emphatically.
Omor says to Khaibit in a clear, confident voice, "Glad you enjoyed the
shout out to you."
The corners of Omor's mouth turn up as he grins mischievously.
You have emoted: Dredrith grows back to his normal size as well, a
rueful smile on his face.
You say in a clipped, gruff baritone voice, "Yeah, that was quite a bit
of fun."
Mindshell beams broadly.
Omor pats Mindshell in a friendly manner.
Omor says in a clear, confident voice, "I can definitely think of worse
ways to be used for a day."
Mindshell chuckles long and heartily.
Mindshell Azon says, "May as well have fun."
Mindshell Azon says, "Spared you from actually beating each other up for
a day."
Omor says in a clear, confident voice, "That would be no different than
normal, honestly."
Omor winks knowingly.
You say in a clipped, gruff baritone voice, "We were actually already
doing that before you said something over city."
The corners of Mindshell's mouth turn up as he grins mischievously.
Omor utters a deep, rumbling laugh.
Mindshell nods his head emphatically.
got gud
got gud
Edit: spelling
23:13:30.334 Trump (male Troll).
23:13:30.334 He is 18 years old, having been born on the 20th of Daedalan, 702 years after the fall of the Seleucarian Empire.
23:13:30.334 He is unranked in Achaea.
23:13:30.334 He is an extremely credible character.
23:13:30.334 He is not known for acts of infamy.
23:13:30.334 He is a Freeman in Eleusis.
23:13:30.334 He is considered to be approximately 0% of your might.
Politically divisive treehuggers!
...Best usage of the word 'crap' I have ever seen in Achaea.
Penwize has cowardly forfeited the challenge to mortal combat issued by Atalkez.
Alter the way your marriage status is displayed to the world with this licence!
MARRIAGELINE LIST - View the options!
MARRIAGELINE SELECT <line #> - Select the line you wish to use.
SIGN <licence> - Once you have selected your line.
- This consumes the licence.
- You must already be married for this to work.
This will only change the way your marriage line appears and does not affect your spouse.
Your choices are:
He lives his life bonded in marriage to <spouse>.
He is the ball to <spouse>'s chain.
He is the chain to <spouse>'s ball.
He composes life's concerto with <spouse>.
He lives happily ever after wedded to <spouse>.
In sweet companionship and love, he is wedded to <spouse>.
He is too poor to divorce <spouse>.
He walks hand in hand through life with <spouse> at his side.
He fulfils a dream and looks forward to years of happiness with <spouse>.
Matched in service, he is bound in matrimony to <spouse>.
He and <spouse> have entered into the sacred bonds of marriage.
He has learned to always say "Yes" to <spouse>.
Meatbag union lines are...fascinating, to say the least.
Mail birds kick ass, apparently.
Sartan? Is that you?
@Aegoth I laughed harder than I probably should have.
2016/08/20 03:23:25 - Regi has removed Dickface's ability to speak on the city channel for 1 Achaean
day. The reason given was: For being named dickface.
You touch the tentacle tattoo and suddenly the ground splits open as a
nightmarish tentacle shoots skywards, dragging Aegoth back to earth.
<a bunch of deaths later>
Death claims its own, as Aegoth's own soulfire consumes him.
Himself has been slain by Aegoth.