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That is so disgustingly awesome and so worth the wait to try it out.
Don't die in Arcadia, folks!
You tell Mezghar, "(( Imagine if he gave you Sightly Angels ))."
Mezghar tells you, "// I remember why I hate you now."
Mezghar tells you, "// frown."
Rude
Dunn tells you, "I hate you."
(Party): You say, "Bad plan coming right up."
(Party): Irimon says, “Harder.”
!
I tried tho sorry bae
Maligus attune OP.
Tzantza end kill: 10:25:53.01
ther u go
Dunn has been ruthlessly cut down by the Avenging Arrow Champion.
You sent the following message to Farrah: //your method of hunting is unconventional, yet bold. I like it.
Message Sent by Farrah 2018/5/12/13:39 // Thanks!
Message Sent by Farrah 2018/5/12/13:39 // got a world-shattering crit on Dunn.
You pet Mudflower, a well-fed pig ingratiatingly.
Mudflower, a well-fed pig relaxes at your touch, pleasantly acknowledging the
gesture by pressing her nose against your hand.
Micaelis says, "Sure is a juicy...delectable...pig you have there."
Your eyes sparkle with amusement at Micaelis.
You whisper to Micaelis with a drawling, Delmarin accent, "..baconnnn..."
Micaelis says, "It's a good thing. One never knows where we'll need to derive a
food source from in trying times."
Micaelis says, "Good thinking."
Micaelis says to Mezghar, "We should place it in the Chalice...could be tainted,
never know..."
You tap your nose knowingly.
You say with a drawling, Delmarin accent, "That's smart."
You say with a drawling, Delmarin accent, "Gotta test."
A Shornwall defender taps his nose knowingly at you.
Micaelis says, "I think a good...3-6 minutes in the Chalice, rotating every 1,
should remove any taint."
Mezghar stares implacably at Micaelis.
You say with a drawling, Delmarin accent, "A coating of honey will help remove
the auras, too, I think..."
Micaelis says, "Well naturally."
Micaelis says, "I heard that certain fruits places in oral cavities can help to
draw energies out as well."
Comprehension flashes across your face.
You say with a drawling, Delmarin accent, "Of course, of course."
You say with a drawling, Delmarin accent, "I can run and grab an apple from Actar
..."
The Targossian barracks (indoors).
Everything about you is obscured by a heavy fog. A wooden shelf, stained a deep,
indigo hue, hangs upon the wall. There are 2 Shornwall defenders here. A runic
totem is planted solidly in the ground. Lambent energy pulses around the skeletal
frame of a Naxian mistweaver. An attentive Duskmere brawler stands ready with his
halberd, his keen eyes missing nothing. Carefully buffed to a pristine shine, a
steel strongchest rests upon the ground. An emerald mist drifts underfoot,
swirling with each passing eddy. Ready for action, a Blackstone swordsman
monitors the surrounds. Shining in silver armour, Lady Talarna, Paladin of
Learning, stands here deep in thought. A snowy war horse stands here, stamping
impatiently. A sigil in the shape of a small, rectangular monolith is on the
ground. A waddling desert hedgehog snuffles nearby. A shimmering orb lies here,
illuminating the surrounding area with a slight glow. Snuffling with delightful
curiosity, Mudflower waddles around here in search of something. A mighty ghost
basilisk lingers, its great, ethereal shape shifting subtly. Muscles tensed as if
ready to flee, a massive fox surveys his surroundings, wary of signs of danger.
Drool running from his lips, Micaelis al Nadir, Voice of Light eyes a well-fed
pig with unmatched clarity. His features are obscured by a mask of lifevision. He
wields a Shield of Absorption in his left hand and the Lantern of Light in his
right. Mezghar Al'Jafri, Elemental Menace is here. He wields a scythe of woven
azure mist and tenebrous shadow in his left hand and Gattan'lier's hunger in his
right.
'THUMP.'
A plump, tangerine-winged quail cheeps loudly, eyes glancing about the area.
You peer at a plump, tangerine-winged quail unscrupulously.
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