@Cerys I have gotten lucky recently. My IRL job has significantly cut back on how often I am in realms to maybe a total of 4 hours a week.
Oh, I know! It's taken almost two weeks for me to gain 34k commodities because I keep missing spawn times. I'm praying for more lodes soon so my ranking isn't so dismal.
Speaking of mining, I stumbled upon this gag while I was thinking about all of the crippling debt I am in getting all of these horrible mining lodes. I am wondering if the divine have a tracker on this that basically marks the person as a moron for falling for it.
5531h, 4528m, 22914e, 16800w ex-
A large pouch dangles from the branch of a (redacted), making a quiet clinking sound.
5531h, 4528m, 22914e, 16800w ex-prospect
Tufts of green leaves dot the (redacted) of this little tree.
A (redacted) is holding:
"pouch54327" a brown linen pouch
It contains a total of 1 items of a max of 0.
5531h, 4528m, 22934e, 16800w
You take a brown linen pouch from a (redacted)
5531h, 4528m, 22950e, 16800w ex-l pouch
Rough brown linen is stitched together to form this simple square pouch. A leather drawstring is
threaded through the hem around the opening, holding it together.
It weighs about 5 pounds.
A brown linen pouch is holding:
"gold120451" 50187 gold sovereigns
It contains a total of 1 items of a max of 0.
5531h, 4528m, 22950e, 16800w ex-
You are dismayed as a brown linen pouch turns to dust in your hands.
Yeah, some youngster found the money tree while out wandering around one time, and several of us had a hilarious time trying to figure out a way to get the gold out. XD such a great joke, lol
Demiurge Adchachel, the Rose of Pain exclaims, "You! Strangely attractive thing!"
Demiurge Adchachel, the Rose of Pain says, "Yes... you are intelligent, for a lesser dragon."
It's been a good month for the ladies.
And I love too Be still, my indelible friend That love soon might end You are unbreaking And be known in its aching Though quaking Shown in this shaking Though crazy Lately of my wasteland, baby That's just wasteland, baby
Stooping in your voluminous skirts, you place your hands on your knees and smile at Ruffian, an Infernal dingo. You say to Ruffian, an Infernal dingo in a golden voice, "Hello, boy." You pet Ruffian, an Infernal dingo very nicely. Ruffian quickly tenses and snaps viciously at your unwanted touch. You giggle happily. You carefully lower the hood on a lush coat of golden manticore fur. Ruffian, an Infernal dingo winks conspiratorially at you. @Proficy drops a soft dingo doll. Ruffian, an Infernal dingo's ears perk up and his head sharply turns in Proficy's direction as he frantically races towards his toy. A few irritating squeaks resonate from the doll as it is gnawed viciously within the deadly clutches of his jaws. Proficy rubs his hands together greedily. Regaining his composure, Ruffian, an Infernal dingo obediently returns a soft dingo doll to Proficy, dripping with an unnecessary amount of saliva. You gasp and lift your gloved hands to your mouth. You say painfully in a golden voice, "That's... That's cute." You frown and say in a golden voice, "That's so cute." Proficy glares about himself, upset with the world. Proficy says to Ruffian, an Infernal dingo, "She didnt mean it." Proficy pets Ruffian, an Infernal dingo ingratiatingly. Proficy says, "She ment terrifying." Overcome, you hold your flushed cheeks and beam at Ruffian, an Infernal dingo. You say to Ruffian, an Infernal dingo in a golden voice, "He's right." You say in a golden voice, "I meant terrifying."
Targ crashed Mhaldor's tea party today. Who says Mhaldor is all about blood and guts?
(Disciples): Stheno happily says, "Plus, we got a little bloodshed with our tea and cakes."
(Disciples): Reyson says, "Bloodshed and tea sounds like a lovely way to spend an afternoon."
Well...
Give us -real- shop logs! Not another misinterpretation of features we ask for, turned into something that either doesn't help at all, or doesn't remotely resemble what we wanted to begin with.
Thanks!
Current position of some of the playerbase, instead of expressing a desire to fix problems:
Vhaynna: "Honest question - if you don't like Achaea or the current admin, why do you even bother playing?"
And I love too Be still, my indelible friend That love soon might end You are unbreaking And be known in its aching Though quaking Shown in this shaking Though crazy Lately of my wasteland, baby That's just wasteland, baby
(D.M.A.): Cooper says, "Kyrra is either the most innocent person in the world, or the girl who uses the most innuendo seemingly unintentionally but really on purpose."
Byor, a Vertani youth says, "Ooh, could you bring me something from mom? She said she had a gift for
me."
The quest "Coming of Age" has been added to your log. QUEST LOG will display your active quests.
Byor, a Vertani youth bounds into the air with a jump and stomps on your foot as he lands.
Your paragon completely absorbs the damage. Fire lashes out from a suit of cloth armour, ravaging the unsuspecting form of Byor, a Vertani youth
with its insatiable fury.
You have scored a PLANE-RAZING CRITICAL hit!
A small pile of sovereigns spills from the corpse.
The death of the corpse of Byor, a Vertani youth fuels the fires that rage within an armoured charge
tank.
There's a new crit level now? I feel like I'm in Tomorrowland.
If you pay like ~1350cr for it, yes.
350 for the artifact armour, 1000 for the paragon that gives you it. Think it's the paragon that also has a small chance of making your crit worthless.
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5531h, 4528m, 22914e, 16800w ex-
A large pouch dangles from the branch of a (redacted), making a quiet clinking sound.
5531h, 4528m, 22914e, 16800w ex-prospect
Tufts of green leaves dot the (redacted) of this little tree.
A (redacted) is holding:
"pouch54327" a brown linen pouch
It contains a total of 1 items of a max of 0.
5531h, 4528m, 22934e, 16800w
You take a brown linen pouch from a (redacted)
5531h, 4528m, 22950e, 16800w ex-l pouch
Rough brown linen is stitched together to form this simple square pouch. A leather drawstring is
threaded through the hem around the opening, holding it together.
It weighs about 5 pounds.
A brown linen pouch is holding:
"gold120451" 50187 gold sovereigns
It contains a total of 1 items of a max of 0.
5531h, 4528m, 22950e, 16800w ex-
You are dismayed as a brown linen pouch turns to dust in your hands.
i'm a rebel
It's been a good month for the ladies.
That love soon might end You are unbreaking
And be known in its aching Though quaking
Shown in this shaking Though crazy
Lately of my wasteland, baby That's just wasteland, baby
Elegnem, shaman of Tomacula says, "Also, clay mask lizard stinky."
To be fair, I was stinky at the time...
You say to Ruffian, an Infernal dingo in a golden voice, "Hello, boy."
You pet Ruffian, an Infernal dingo very nicely.
Ruffian quickly tenses and snaps viciously at your unwanted touch.
You giggle happily.
You carefully lower the hood on a lush coat of golden manticore fur.
Ruffian, an Infernal dingo winks conspiratorially at you.
@Proficy drops a soft dingo doll.
Ruffian, an Infernal dingo's ears perk up and his head sharply turns in Proficy's direction as he frantically races towards his toy. A few irritating squeaks resonate from the doll as it is gnawed viciously within the deadly clutches of his jaws.
Proficy rubs his hands together greedily.
Regaining his composure, Ruffian, an Infernal dingo obediently returns a soft dingo doll to Proficy, dripping with an unnecessary amount of saliva.
You gasp and lift your gloved hands to your mouth.
You say painfully in a golden voice, "That's... That's cute."
You frown and say in a golden voice, "That's so cute."
Proficy glares about himself, upset with the world.
Proficy says to Ruffian, an Infernal dingo, "She didnt mean it."
Proficy pets Ruffian, an Infernal dingo ingratiatingly.
Proficy says, "She ment terrifying."
Overcome, you hold your flushed cheeks and beam at Ruffian, an Infernal dingo.
You say to Ruffian, an Infernal dingo in a golden voice, "He's right."
You say in a golden voice, "I meant terrifying."
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.
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.
@Saeva IT'S HAPPENING
That love soon might end You are unbreaking
And be known in its aching Though quaking
Shown in this shaking Though crazy
Lately of my wasteland, baby That's just wasteland, baby
10657h (98%), 9363m (99%), 33440w cdbk|ex {0} (18:02:21.091)- [?]
Byor, a Vertani youth bounds into the air with a jump and stomps on your foot as he lands. Your paragon completely absorbs the damage. Fire lashes out from a suit of cloth armour, ravaging the unsuspecting form of Byor, a Vertani youth with its insatiable fury. You have scored a PLANE-RAZING CRITICAL hit! A small pile of sovereigns spills from the corpse.
The death of the corpse of Byor, a Vertani youth fuels the fires that rage within an armoured charge tank.
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