*** tells you in frosty tones, "*****tells you, "I had a dream yesterday.. zulah was selling credits in batches of 10. nobody had noticed and it was just me buying. he kept selling to get average down to 2000 per credit.. when I turned on the laptop I thought I'd see my gold converted to 1k+ cr.""
*** tells you in frosty tones, "Look what you're doing to people."
Wasn't it enough that you stole all the racetrack budget! Huh?
*** tells you in frosty tones, "*****tells you, "I had a dream yesterday.. zulah was selling credits in batches of 10. nobody had noticed and it was just me buying. he kept selling to get average down to 2000 per credit.. when I turned on the laptop I thought I'd see my gold converted to 1k+ cr.""
*** tells you in frosty tones, "Look what you're doing to people."
Wasn't it enough that you stole all the racetrack budget! Huh?
Is this why I can't get a win even when I cover a majority of the humgii? The track can't pay me so they're rigging races
The noonday sun shines down, tinged grey by its passage through the thick clouds above. A runic totem is planted solidly in the ground. A sigil in the shape of a small, rectangular monolith is on the ground. A gold-breasted falcon surveys her surroundings with an air of cool detachment.
You see exits leading north, east, and south.
You put your fingers to your lips and utter a shrill whistle.
Your falcon alights on your wrist.
The argent eyes of this noble bird of prey flit from one target to the next as she observes her immediate surroundings with a dispassionate gaze, slender talons flexing in anticipation of the hunt. Across a background of deepest sable trails a swatch of marbled colouration: glossy wing feathers edged with midnight blue mottling. A sheer band of ivory rings the neck of the falcon, slashing sharply downwards over the downy plumes below her razor sharp beak. The delicate hue intensifies into a resplendent gold warmth down her breast and across her powerful legs.
A gold-breasted falcon is a humble-looking creature.
He has 100% health remaining.
He weighs about 2 pounds and 8 ounce(s).
He is loyal to Elipise.
A gold-breasted falcon is holding:
Nothing.
Somehow I find my gender dysphoric bird fitting for me...
Torinn Chiragh, Herald of Fire says, "Good, darn it." Talamond Averial says, "You are the least charming siren ever."
We've all got experience of escaping from dungeons though... pygmy dungeons!
I don't!
(That goblin at Azdun, though, is a different story.)
- (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."
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Wasn't it enough that you stole all the racetrack budget! Huh?
Somehow I find my gender dysphoric bird fitting for me...
Talamond Averial says, "You are the least charming siren ever."
Talamond Averial says, "You are the least charming siren ever."
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Totally guilty.
Talamond Averial says, "You are the least charming siren ever."
(That goblin at Azdun, though, is a different story.)
- 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."
? Maybe that's why we have amnesia
I'm an NPC now.
I feel ya lil' buddy.
Asmodron gives 1000000 gold sovereigns to you.
what?
Talamond Averial says, "You are the least charming siren ever."