Just for fun! I think it'd be neat if someone dressed up as one of Them for Halloween, or just cosplay.
Makarios is. His features are obscured by a mask of the philosopher. He wields RELENTLESS BUGS in His left hand and a primordial staff in His right.
He is a radiant immortal. Standing at just over six feet, there is little which sets him apart. His hair is short and of a dark brown in colour, cut in a uniform style. No scars or unusual marks blemish his skin, and he is clean shaven. Dark brown eyes stare out from a nondescript face, the only distinguishing feature being somewhat larger than average eyebrows. His hands are stained with ink of indeterminate age. Swirled sable and purple warpaint is artfully brushed over his cheek to form the image of a pair of crossed spears.
He is wearing:
a green felt grinch hat
Weapon holders:
a Dala'myrr skin quiver
a kashari scabbard
Containers:
a pack of questionable quality
Misc:
a mask of the philosopher
a plastic medal of awesome
the crown of tears
a white lily
a rat upon his shoulder
an awesome set of makarios approved earmuffs
Nicola is here, wreathed in divine fire. She wields the rejection stamp in Her left hand. She is surrounded by six reflections of Herself.
She is a radiant immortal and is short yet slender, surrounded by an aura of contagious enthusiasm that affects all graced by Her presence. Honey-brown eyes display a discerning gleam, and are set in an oft-smiling face that bears more than a smattering of freckles. Her shrewd yet cheerful expression is framed by dark chestnut hair, styled straight and trimmed with a haphazard hand to fall just below Her ears.
She is wearing:
a sleeveless pink tunic
green-kneed work trousers
a pair of grubby Gardening gloves
Containers:
a canvas backpack
Misc:
a fearsomely edged gardening trowel
Ictinus is here, wreathed in divine fire. He wields a scimitar in His left hand and a scythe of shadows in His right. He is surrounded by five reflections of Himself.
He is a radiant immortal, six feet in height and heavyset in build. Broad shoulders and large, strong hands accentuate his sturdy physique. Wild brown hair tops his head, flecked with the occasional wisp of grey and matching the nascent yet bristly beard upon his chin. His eyes are a bright shade of blue, set deeply into a round, jovial, but otherwise unremarkable face. A rune like an open eye has been sketched onto Him.
Your bug report (detail: "an awesome set of makarios approved earmuffs" should be "an awesome set of Makarios-approved earmuffs") - has been removed because it is not a bug (usually meaning that this is the way things are intended to be). Please accept our apologies for any inconvenience or misunderstanding that may be involved. The following notes were included: Noone touches my earmuffs.
You told Krysanth: I am still debating on it, I do have a partner for the ball but I am uncertain if I'll match him or not.
Krysanth told You: Oooh. This seems like an ever so fancy plan in the making!
Krysanth told You: The only partner I could bring to the ball is my Atlantia doll and I imagine that would get old quick.
You told Krysanth: A doll would be the perfect partner... no awkward small talk or damaged feet in the process.
Krysanth told You: If you need an escape my doll will jump in to save you. I can also fake a heartstop. Say you will be the one to administer first aid as you drag me from the dance floor to make your dramatic escape!
You cease your attempts to aim at Proficy.
You draw your bow back and let fly an arrow in the direction of Proficy. (Curare - 230 shots
remaining)
Your arrow strikes true!
You have completed the bounty filed by the City of Targossas, and have received 50000 gold
sovereigns.
You just received message #9105 from Achaea.
You have slain Proficy.
[SLAIN] Proficy
You claim Luckbinder from the cooling corpse of Proficy.
You claim the War Veil from the cooling corpse of Proficy.
You claim Huskmaker from the cooling corpse of Proficy.
You have fulfilled your personal order writ against Proficy.
Even the admin aren't exempt from bad spelling errors.
Lifting a shamanistic rattle, Lyrin gives it a purposeful shake, the beads within clattering ominously. The skies overhead darken as clouds rush in, shortly followed by a turential downpour of water.
Even the admin aren't exempt from bad spelling errors.
Lifting a shamanistic rattle, Lyrin gives it a purposeful shake, the beads within clattering ominously. The skies overhead darken as clouds rush in, shortly followed by a turential downpour of water.
That's what the Typo command is for. The people who write descriptions and that kind of thing are just that, people.
Tharos, the Announcer of Delos shouts, "It's near the end of the egghunt and I still haven't figured out how to pronounce Clean-dat-hoo."
Commanda @Aegoth Aristata, the Holocaust King's Carmian voice resonates, "No one seeks Chaos. Chaos comes unannounced, like a failed past relationship at your door, begging for another chance. But you just have to say no."
Torinn Chiragh, Herald of Fire says, "Good, darn it." Talamond Averial says, "You are the least charming siren ever."
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assess nicola
A lot more than you, trust me!
assess makarios
More health than there are fleas in your mother's beard.
contemplate makarios
You contemplate Makarios and realise your insignificance by comparison.
Makarios is. His features are obscured by a mask of the philosopher. He wields RELENTLESS BUGS in His left hand and a primordial staff in His right.
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Technical difficulties!
Penwize has cowardly forfeited the challenge to mortal combat issued by Atalkez.
(The Midnight Crew): Penwize says, "The air vibrates as the voice of Commandant Aegoth Aristata, the
The air vibrates as the voice of Commandant Aegoth Aristata, the Holocaust King thrums loudly, "Who
(The Midnight Crew): Tahquil says, "He air vibrates as the voice of Commandant Aegoth Aristata, the
Aegoth has stopped his own heart, killing himself instantly.
(The Midnight Crew): Zulah says, "Head bitch."
HAHAHAHAHAHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAHHA
oh god it keeps getting better.
You told Krysanth: I am still debating on it, I do have a partner for the ball but I am uncertain if I'll match him or not.
Krysanth told You: Oooh. This seems like an ever so fancy plan in the making!
Krysanth told You: The only partner I could bring to the ball is my Atlantia doll and I imagine that would get old quick.
You told Krysanth: A doll would be the perfect partner... no awkward small talk or damaged feet in the process.
Krysanth told You: If you need an escape my doll will jump in to save you. I can also fake a heartstop. Say you will be the one to administer first aid as you drag me from the dance floor to make your dramatic escape!
Vender says in a hypnotic voice, "It's better if you're in a relationship?"
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So close.
I feel like there's a dig against poor Antidas in here somewhere...
At great distance, Awaken @Nylian, Augur of Intrigue yells, "Shining forest, ... friend enchantments free aid!."
i'm a rebel
You told Tesha: Let me get ready to message Antidas 10224 times...
The skies overhead darken as clouds rush in, shortly followed by a turential downpour of water.
Purifier @Zackery Aristata says abruptly in Mhaldorian, "You smell good, Ambassador."
#justnosethings
Talamond Averial says, "You are the least charming siren ever."