Tharos, the Herald of Delos shouts, "Tsk tsk. Bribery of egghunt officials with the promises of Iakimen's humiliation will get you nowhere! Flattery however..."
Advocate Aralaya Averial, Votary Lay shouts, "Tharos is better than Bruyan."
Bruyan, the town crier shouts, "Oh yez! Hear ye! Loudmouth blabbers and prattles about eggs until end of time! Fools the fools into liking him! Oh yez!"
Tharos, the Herald of Delos shouts, "Long-time favourite entertains thousands and offers enjoyment to all participants, unlike that fool that spends his time ringing bells, "oh yez"."
The boisterous pealing of a crier's bell rings out across the lands and plains of Yggdrasil, issuing a campanological challenge to the foolish Prime.
Torinn Chiragh, Herald of Fire says, "Good, darn it." Talamond Averial says, "You are the least charming siren ever."
You shout, "Tharos is better than Bruyan."
Bruyan, the town crier shouts, "Oh yez! Hear ye! Loudmouth blabbers and prattles about eggs until end of time! Fools the fools into liking him! Oh yez!"
Tharos, the Herald of Delos shouts, "Long-time favourite entertains thousands and offers enjoyment to all participants, unlike that fool that spends his time ringing bells, "oh yez"."
The boisterous pealing of a crier's bell rings out across the lands and plains of Yggdrasil, issuing a campanological challenge to the foolish Prime.
Mathonwy says, "Roulette is the one I never got the hang of." Alrena ponders the situation. Reyson says, "That one's just luck, right?" Mathonwy says, "Yes, it is." Reyson looks sceptical and says, "Ugh, you're killing me." Alrena says, "Why are we betting in Thera, anyway? There's a blackjack table in Mhaldor too." Hugo, the Ace's blackjack dealer expertly shuffles the multiple decks together. Your surroundings shatter into a cloud of glowing stars which dissipate to leave you back where you began. You say in a golden voice, "That's what I'd like to know." You frown and say in a golden voice, "You're all on cultural probation." Hugo, the Ace's blackjack dealer says, "Place your bets! Place your bets!" Hugo, the Ace's blackjack dealer glares angrily at you. Mathonwy's eyes sparkle with amusement.
Reaching down with a massive hand, Sartan lifts your head and draws a taloned finger across your throat, the wound closing as He does so.
Also I feel like "Mathonwy's eyes sparkle with amusement" is peak Mathonwy
Just the quintessential experience right there
Stock emote-havin' bitch
I love stock emotes! They’re great for routine things — short and easily understood. Custom emotes are great too but draw a lot of attention. If every single thing you do always and forever sticks out to me, either I am impressed bordering on captivated by you or we are re-enacting the brainwashing scene from A Clockwork Orange.
(Quick, nobody play Beethoven around Mathonwy just in case.)
This was posted a couple of years ago, but I forgot how much I LOVE the custom Babel deathsights and dragonform.
Dunn has proven the ultimate meaninglessness of Hirst's struggles.
He is a Golden Dragon, wreathed in the unrestrained corruption of the Void. Bearing the golden visage of a vaguely draconic monstrosity, his form is warped nearly beyond recognition - grand scales curled about themselves unto aciculate hooks and barbed curves with no obvious patterning, each imbued with a sickly, orange-hued pallor. Contorted wings of disjointed angles bear similar growths along their expansive length, dripping with a murky viscosity and functional beyond all mortal reckoning. His maw and claws blaze with dire, blackened flame cast as fluid, the paradoxical substance roiling with an ancient, endless hunger. A distant, terrible sensation of unearthly cold emanates from the very appraisal of his form, the utter frigidity borne from a primal knowing of absolute wrongness, something that should simply not be.
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Talamond Averial says, "You are the least charming siren ever."
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Alrena ponders the situation.
Reyson says, "That one's just luck, right?"
Mathonwy says, "Yes, it is."
Reyson looks sceptical and says, "Ugh, you're killing me."
Alrena says, "Why are we betting in Thera, anyway? There's a blackjack table in Mhaldor too."
Hugo, the Ace's blackjack dealer expertly shuffles the multiple decks together.
Your surroundings shatter into a cloud of glowing stars which dissipate to leave you back where you began.
You say in a golden voice, "That's what I'd like to know."
You frown and say in a golden voice, "You're all on cultural probation."
Hugo, the Ace's blackjack dealer says, "Place your bets! Place your bets!"
Hugo, the Ace's blackjack dealer glares angrily at you.
Mathonwy's eyes sparkle with amusement.
Reaching down with a massive hand, Sartan lifts your head and draws a taloned finger across your throat, the wound closing as He does so.
Just the quintessential experience right there
Reaching down with a massive hand, Sartan lifts your head and draws a taloned finger across your throat, the wound closing as He does so.
(Quick, nobody play Beethoven around Mathonwy just in case.)
Damn, I'm limber as hell.
Targossian calendar planning
Penwize has cowardly forfeited the challenge to mortal combat issued by Atalkez.
Farrah can be the one in the collar.
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Results of disembowel testing | Knight limb counter | GMCP AB files
Cascades of quicksilver light streak across the firmament as the celestial voice of Ourania intones, "Oh Jarrod..."
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https://www.takethis.org
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https://www.takethis.org
@Sohl @Katalyst you old people may not know about these.