Memorable quotes

Caelan

Proficy said:

It motivated that post!
Mission successful?

It will inspire me when you leave that disgusting city and join Eleusis.  But first, your fine to Nature.....Damn bro

Cooper

I'll break your legs if you try to steal Proficy from me. 

Alrena

I will absolutely declare war on anyone trying to poach Proficy from us. That man is our national treasure and there's not a Mhaldorian around who wouldn't happily fight for him. 

Kiet

nice, fourth eleusis war incoming. maybe we'll win this one

Klendathu

Kiet said:

nice, fourth eleusis war incoming. maybe we'll win this one

Win or lose, claim it as a victory, it's the done thing.

Plak

Alrena said:

I will absolutely declare war on anyone trying to poach Proficy from us. That man is our national treasure and there's not a Mhaldorian around who wouldn't happily fight for him. 

Oh really?

Rangor

Kiet said:

nice, fourth eleusis war incoming. maybe we'll win this one

Not while I still draw breath and hold a pen.

Saeva

I dare anyone to steal proficy. I will -make- time to ruin your life ig. Ask if I’m capable - the answer will be unanimous. I’m a ruiner.

Caelan

Cooper said:

I'll break your legs if you try to steal Proficy from me. 

LOL.  Challenge Accepted! I have spares

Kiet said:

nice, fourth eleusis war incoming. maybe we'll win this one

Doubtful.  Y'all newbs haven't won one yet.

Saeva said:

I dare anyone to steal proficy. I will -make- time to ruin your life ig. Ask if I’m capable - the answer will be unanimous. I’m a ruiner.

This intrigues me..

Saeva

Tread lightly, very old Tender.

Caelan

Saeva said:

Tread lightly, very old Tender.

And so it begins...

Saeva

And so it does. Stoked we have five to tanks ready 

Caelan

We will lay waste to your totems, temporarily.  Then raid your subdivi..wait, no.. WE WIN!

Dunn

You tell Seragorn, "2/3 were that fucking fire pendant jewel."

5490h, 7297m, 25555e, 30820w cexkdb-

You tell Seragorn, "That makes 4 in a row." <-- opened 2 of those jewels last night and 2 today

You tell Seragorn, "Then I got a tankflame..."

Seragorn tells you, "Ouch, hate that.. but thats like normal for me, just not

your crazy good luck."

You trade the level 1 piece The flame for an armoured charge tank to Seragorn. 

You refine 1 earthshovelminerals pieces and 2 firependantjewel pieces...

You've been awarded with a level 1 airharnessstraps talisman piece!

You just received message #19033 from Achaea.

You tell Seragorn, "Um what air harness piece were you looking for."

5490h, 7282m, 25555e, 30820w cexkdb- (-15m)

Seragorn tells you, "Straps."

You tell Seragorn, "Sooo how much you got buddy."

That makes Grand Magi Robes, Tank, Air Harness that I've completed for Sera on straight luck 0_0

And a Maya figure for Kyrra.

Send me your caches.

Cyr

Dunn said:

That makes Grand Magi Robes, Tank, Air Harness that I've completed for Sera on straight luck 0_0

And a Maya figure for Kyrra.

I hate you.

Trey

Dunn said:

You tell Seragorn, "2/3 were that fucking fire pendant jewel."

5490h, 7297m, 25555e, 30820w cexkdb-

You tell Seragorn, "That makes 4 in a row." <-- opened 2 of those jewels last night and 2 today

You tell Seragorn, "Then I got a tankflame..."

Seragorn tells you, "Ouch, hate that.. but thats like normal for me, just not

your crazy good luck."

You trade the level 1 piece The flame for an armoured charge tank to Seragorn. 

You refine 1 earthshovelminerals pieces and 2 firependantjewel pieces...

You've been awarded with a level 1 airharnessstraps talisman piece!

You just received message #19033 from Achaea.

You tell Seragorn, "Um what air harness piece were you looking for."

5490h, 7282m, 25555e, 30820w cexkdb- (-15m)

Seragorn tells you, "Straps."

You tell Seragorn, "Sooo how much you got buddy."

That makes Grand Magi Robes, Tank, Air Harness that I've completed for Sera on straight luck 0_0

And a Maya figure for Kyrra.

Send me your caches.

God I hate you. That's the last air harness piece I need

Cooper

Straps were going for 1k plus last time around. 

Achilles

cwho

Citizen                                                   Rank CT  Class

-------                                                   ---- --  -----

Sir Avto Del-Amroth                                         1  On  Paladin

Sir Ariye Draekar Rian, Knight of the Aarash Kheyr          3  On  Silver Dragon

Sir Achilles, Knight of the Aarash Kheyr                    6  On  Runewarden

(Targossas): You say, "We did it, Templars have retaken Targossas."

(Targossas): Draekar says, "Huzzah."

(Targossas): Avto says, "That's what we were discussing in private."

(Targossas): You say, "Time to break open the barrels of Darkbrew."

Dunn

Cooper said:

Straps were going for 1k plus last time around. 

Sera and I have this bro price thing going. It's getting kind of serious. 

Ismay

Message #130        Sent by Ailea

2018/9/07/16:22 // Ismay is reminding me of a zealous kindergarten teacher..

Cyr

not going to share the entire thing, but something awesome that happened to me today. 

And then, the vision breaks. A distant feeling of terse approval washes over you, and with a foetid
expulsion of gas from the vegetation below, a vaguely cloak-shaped mass drifts to the surface of the
bog, lapping at your feet.

You pick up a sodden cloak of swamp grass.

You are now wearing a sodden cloak of swamp grass.
As you drape a sodden cloak of swamp grass over your shoulders, the decaying mass shudders and
writhes, extending to envelop your form entirely and filling your nostrils with the cloying scent of
decay.

You remove a sodden cloak of swamp grass.

Sensing your will, the mass of a sodden cloak of swamp grass releases its grip from about your form

and slides off into your hands with a wet squelch.

Reality shudders before you as Entropy itself quickens your blood at the behest of the Lord of

Oblivion, your blackened veins surging with His highest regard.

When I wear it it changes my description - 

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He is draped entirely within the embrace of a sodden cloak of swamp grass, the unusual garment

obscuring much of his features and attire underneath. Great clumps of greyish green algae colour the 

otherwise muted green of the unusual garment, all darkened to a sullen, almost lifeless hue by a 

slow, constant trickle of blackish liquid. In thick, beading rivulets, the fluid drips from a 

snarled, trailing tangle of reeds and cattails to dissipate utterly before it touches the ground, 

vanishing without trace. Pulsating with entropic might, his blackened veins stand stark from his 

skin at the behest of the Lord of Oblivion's highest regard.

He is wearing:

   a sodden cloak of swamp grass.

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Taryius

Cyr said:

not going to share the entire thing, but something awesome that happened to me today. 

And then, the vision breaks. A distant feeling of terse approval washes over you, and with a foetid
expulsion of gas from the vegetation below, a vaguely cloak-shaped mass drifts to the surface of the
bog, lapping at your feet.

You pick up a sodden cloak of swamp grass.

You are now wearing a sodden cloak of swamp grass.
As you drape a sodden cloak of swamp grass over your shoulders, the decaying mass shudders and
writhes, extending to envelop your form entirely and filling your nostrils with the cloying scent of
decay.

You remove a sodden cloak of swamp grass.

Sensing your will, the mass of a sodden cloak of swamp grass releases its grip from about your form

and slides off into your hands with a wet squelch.

Reality shudders before you as Entropy itself quickens your blood at the behest of the Lord of

Oblivion, your blackened veins surging with His highest regard.

When I wear it it changes my description - 

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He is draped entirely within the embrace of a sodden cloak of swamp grass, the unusual garment

obscuring much of his features and attire underneath. Great clumps of greyish green algae colour the 

otherwise muted green of the unusual garment, all darkened to a sullen, almost lifeless hue by a 

slow, constant trickle of blackish liquid. In thick, beading rivulets, the fluid drips from a 

snarled, trailing tangle of reeds and cattails to dissipate utterly before it touches the ground, 

vanishing without trace. Pulsating with entropic might, his blackened veins stand stark from his 

skin at the behest of the Lord of Oblivion's highest regard.

He is wearing:

   a sodden cloak of swamp grass.

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That is freaking awesome!

Dunn

Totally bog monster twins with our bog dog, @Cyr. 

Cyr

Yeah it's amazing. Much love to @Babel. Never ceases to amaze me

Truax

Cyr said:

not going to share the entire thing, but something awesome that happened to me today. 

And then, the vision breaks. A distant feeling of terse approval washes over you, and with a foetid
expulsion of gas from the vegetation below, a vaguely cloak-shaped mass drifts to the surface of the
bog, lapping at your feet.

You pick up a sodden cloak of swamp grass.

You are now wearing a sodden cloak of swamp grass.
As you drape a sodden cloak of swamp grass over your shoulders, the decaying mass shudders and
writhes, extending to envelop your form entirely and filling your nostrils with the cloying scent of
decay.

You remove a sodden cloak of swamp grass.

Sensing your will, the mass of a sodden cloak of swamp grass releases its grip from about your form

and slides off into your hands with a wet squelch.

Reality shudders before you as Entropy itself quickens your blood at the behest of the Lord of

Oblivion, your blackened veins surging with His highest regard.

When I wear it it changes my description - 

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He is draped entirely within the embrace of a sodden cloak of swamp grass, the unusual garment

obscuring much of his features and attire underneath. Great clumps of greyish green algae colour the 

otherwise muted green of the unusual garment, all darkened to a sullen, almost lifeless hue by a 

slow, constant trickle of blackish liquid. In thick, beading rivulets, the fluid drips from a 

snarled, trailing tangle of reeds and cattails to dissipate utterly before it touches the ground, 

vanishing without trace. Pulsating with entropic might, his blackened veins stand stark from his 

skin at the behest of the Lord of Oblivion's highest regard.

He is wearing:

   a sodden cloak of swamp grass.

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That is AMAZING!

Keorin

my Shieldmates

Krumm says with a gravelly Dwarven accent, "Wait a second."

Krumm says with a gravelly Dwarven accent, "All the women of the Shield are evil killing machines."

Lavanda says in a dulcet, wispy voice, "Yeah. Get your gendermates together and catch up already."

Krumm asks with a gravelly Dwarven accent, "What's that sneeze bard's name?"

Lavanda says in a dulcet, wispy voice, "Agzohmqueks?"

Comprehension flashes across Krumm's face. Krumm says with a gravelly Dwarven accent, "Yes, Sneeze bard."

Lavanda says in a dulcet, wispy voice, "I'm sure his name was beautiful before the manglings."

Pyori

I feel like Krumm, of all people, shouldn't be making fun of people's names given his last name is Windbreaker.

Pyori

You tell Tharos, the Herald of Delos, "I'm disappointed in you Tharos, you've been quiet for at least 5 minutes! You're not losing your touch, are you?"
Tharos, the Herald of Delos shouts, "The end draws near... the end of the egghunt, that is! Make sure you put in that eggstra bit of effort, it's not over yet!"
Tharos, the Herald of Delos shouts, "I hope you find yourself soundly beaten for that eggstremely rude comment, Pyori!"

Rude boy.

Synbios

First time returning to the game after work, got the free token spin which rewarded me with a decorative sleeve.

You tear open a decorated sleeve and happily pull a playing card featuring Severian Marcella, The
Hand from within!
With a flash of light, a deck of mystical cards appears in your hands!

Neat!

Keorin

An average day in Cyrene:

Emiya gives the decapitated head of Keorin to you.

You beam broadly at Emiya.

You blink.

Erwin attempts to stifle his amusement but cannot help laughing aloud.

Erwin says in a deep, gravelly voice, "Wow."

You peer at the decapitated head of Keorin unscrupulously.

Emiya giggles happily.

You laughingly say with a slight Arcadian accent, "Where'd you get this?"

Erwin says in a deep, gravelly voice, "That's some... nightmare imagery."

Emiya says with a soft Cyrenian accent, "I got your body the other day but you prayed."

You laughingly say with a slight Arcadian accent, "And so you cut off my head?"

Emiya says with a soft Cyrenian accent, "I mean."

Erwin says in a deep, gravelly voice, "I mean."

Erwin says in a deep, gravelly voice, "What else is there to do?"

Shirszae reaches over to Emiya and ruffles her hair.

Emiya says with a soft Cyrenian accent, "What else to do with it?"

Erwin utters a deep, rumbling laugh.

The corners of your mouth turn up as you grin mischievously.