I love my pet, but friendly admins, could you please fix this error I told you about yesterday kill my citymates? Thank you.
Alasiel greets Dikeia, a young desert coydog with a sincere smile. The coydog fixes Alasiel with an amber-eyed stare, clearly unimpressed
and somewhat suspicious of your/his/her motives.
(The Farrem): Alasiel says, "...oh sorry."
(The Farrem): You say, "God fucking damn it Alasiel."
You cough softly.
(The Farrem): Herev laughingly says, "Oof that one is not
great."
(The Farrem): Farrah says, "Also rofl."
(The Farrem): Farrah says, "Hahahahahaha."
(The Farrem): You say, "I HAVE TOLD YOU THAT WAS BUGGED."
Herev blinks incredulously at Alasiel.
(The Farrem): You say, "I TOLD YOU NOT TO GREET THE COYDOG."
(The Farrem): Draekar says, "I loved that coydog."
(The Farrem): You say, "CRYYYYYY."
Herev greets Dikeia, a young desert coydog with a sincere smile. The coydog fixes Herev with an amber-eyed stare, clearly unimpressed
and somewhat suspicious of your/his/her motives.
(The Farrem): Farrah says, ":D."
(The Farrem): Alasiel says, "Sorry I thought the bug was just that
she wouldn't respond or something >.<."
(The Farrem): You say, "Herev I am going to kill you."
Draekar greets Dikeia, a young desert coydog with a sincere smile. The coydog fixes Draekar with an amber-eyed stare, clearly unimpressed
and somewhat suspicious of your/his/her motives.
(The Farrem): Herev says, "I had to make sure."
The fruity tang of raspberry-scented perfume sweetens the air around
Esmeralda.
(The Farrem): You say, "I HATE YOU ALL."
Iloisee cringes and drops her face into her palms with a shake of her
head.
Draekar gives Dikeia, a young desert coydog a wild cheer!
(The Farrem): Herev says, "This is how you test bugs."
(The Farrem): Farrah says, "So Draekar does it too."
(The Farrem): Draekar says, "Ily."
Iloisee gives a brightly painted toboggan to you.
Itkovian says, "Very well, we shall begin."
(The Farrem): Draekar says, "That is the best thing I have seen in
a while."
(The Farrem): You miserably say, "I am killing you all and moving
to Kashar."
________________________ The soul of Ashmond says, "Always with the sniping."
(Clan): Ictinus says, "Stop it Jiraishin, you're making me like you."
Okay, you lost me on that one. Vanial's personality is not at all what I think of when I think of Naga.
The Naga, at least during my time, tended to attract the Mhaldorians who were more quirky and off-the-beaten path than your standard HAIL THE SEVEN TRUTHS, WEAKLING Maldaathi or Blood Congregation type. Especially ones like Vaniel (or young Jir, for that matter) who could have long conversations with heathens that juuuuust dance on the edge of hinting at heretical sympathies and can easily leave people with the impression of "is this person actually Mhaldorian." Made for good spies.
Also, that sense of humor.
I think this is kind of a myth the naga held for a while that was part of a greater pattern that ultimately led so many naga to simply say naga > mhaldor and led to half of them defecting for the ren. There were plenty of quirky people in every mhaldorian house, including the squarest of them all, the maldaathi (I say this lovingly!). The naga tended to insist they were completely different and unique, though, for who knows what reason, and this only got worse towards the end of the house's lifespan from what I can tell. It was ultimately a weird sort of isolationism that tried to play up differences rather than similarities with the rest of the city, often manufactured.
Now, don't get me wrong, I loved the naga at one point. But the EF had Dethea, Merador, and Jaryn, ffs. There are very few characters in the entire history of Mhaldor as quirky as those three, and Dethea literally covered herself in bling as Tyrannus. The BC had people like Tali and the Maldaathi had Carmain, too, both of which were 'quirkier' than any Naga off the top of my head. The most well known Naga were people like Watchman, Jurixe, Yig, Ulrike and Katia, all of which were pretty stereotypically Mhaldorian--even if they were very interesting characters within that.
I mean, I can always come back, rejoin mhaldor, hide in a shadow and play again. I just never really got along with the ren of Mhaldor, but I hadn't really been playing much before it happened anyway, so I was more lost than most. I do miss many of the people in Mhaldor, some less than others. ALso, kinda nice to be listed amongst those people, have to admit
Okay, you lost me on that one. Vanial's personality is not at all what I think of when I think of Naga.
The Naga, at least during my time, tended to attract the Mhaldorians who were more quirky and off-the-beaten path than your standard HAIL THE SEVEN TRUTHS, WEAKLING Maldaathi or Blood Congregation type. Especially ones like Vaniel (or young Jir, for that matter) who could have long conversations with heathens that juuuuust dance on the edge of hinting at heretical sympathies and can easily leave people with the impression of "is this person actually Mhaldorian." Made for good spies.
Also, that sense of humor.
I think this is kind of a myth the naga held for a while that was part of a greater pattern that ultimately led so many naga to simply say naga > mhaldor and led to half of them defecting for the ren. There were plenty of quirky people in every mhaldorian house, including the squarest of them all, the maldaathi (I say this lovingly!). The naga tended to insist they were completely different and unique, though, for who knows what reason, and this only got worse towards the end of the house's lifespan from what I can tell. It was ultimately a weird sort of isolationism that tried to play up differences rather than similarities with the rest of the city, often manufactured.
Now, don't get me wrong, I loved the naga at one point. But the EF had Dethea, Merador, and Jaryn, ffs. There are very few characters in the entire history of Mhaldor as quirky as those three, and Dethea literally covered herself in bling as Tyrannus. The BC had people like Tali and the Maldaathi had Carmain, too, both of which were 'quirkier' than any Naga off the top of my head. The most well known Naga were people like Watchman, Jurixe, Yig, Ulrike and Katia, all of which were pretty stereotypically Mhaldorian--even if they were very interesting characters within that.
I mean, I can always come back, rejoin mhaldor, hide in a shadow and play again. I just never really got along with the ren of Mhaldor, but I hadn't really been playing much before it happened anyway, so I was more lost than most. I do miss many of the people in Mhaldor, some less than others. ALso, kinda nice to be listed amongst those people, have to admit
Though, they did also explode my god. No house, no city, no god, It's easier to stay retired really
You say, "Elder Gods." You say, "The Aldar built this place, this level honours Them. Dead or alive." Accipiter, Fixer of Things Since 269AF says in an almost silent voice, "Half of them are dead though." Accipiter leans on you, seeking consolation.
You say, "I think that They weren't when---what." You say, "Why are you leaning upon me." You have emoted: Halos struggles against Accipiter's massive golden bulk.
Accipiter, Fixer of Things Since 269AF says in an almost silent voice, "Just sad that Mortal seems to apply to the Divine more than us little things nowdays."
You have emoted: Halos' face becomes red with effort.
A vanguard angel narrows his eyes at you, advancing in a threatening manner.
With a snap, the angel's ethereal wings solidify into twin appendages of finely honed death. He deploys them with a graceful pivot, mercilessly slicing all in their path. -(-1950h, 36.0%) You take a drink from an elegant diamond vial. The elixir heals and soothes you. Aeryea lays her hands on herself.
A vanguard angel points his radiant sword directly at you, a bolt of pure energy bursting forth and slamming into your chest.
(running running)
A vanguard angel silently appears.
A vanguard angel whirls his fiery sword in a controlled arc that slices you from shoulder to sternum.
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
Xulu, an orc witchdoctor bows his head and closes his eyes. After a moment, you
feel your mind becoming entangled and twisted by his mental puissance. Xulu, an orc witchdoctor attempts to transfix a monitor lizard, but succeeds only in curing his blindness.
So Halos is a dryad and Jiraishin is a monitor lizard. I mean. He -does- like basking.
________________________ The soul of Ashmond says, "Always with the sniping."
(Clan): Ictinus says, "Stop it Jiraishin, you're making me like you."
This is really one of those times I wish I had an ounce of artistic talent for drawing. I need to see Halos and Jira bashing together as dryad and monitor lizard.
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
This is really one of those times I wish I had an ounce of artistic talent for drawing. I need to see Halos and Jira bashing together as dryad and monitor lizard.
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Farrah drops the corpse of a foul-smelling orc raider.
Gorblatt, the orc chieftain says, "Gorblatt never wrong."
You say with a harsh Western accent, "Your raiders are dead."
Gorblatt, the orc chieftain raises an eyebrow at you.
Gorblatt, the orc chieftain stares implacably about himself.
You say with a harsh Western accent, "The village is ours."
You say with a harsh Western accent, "The city is ours."
You say with a harsh Western accent, "Stay clear."
Gorblatt, the orc chieftain ponders the corpse of a foul-smelling orc raider
briefly.
Gorblatt, the orc chieftain says, "Well."
Gorblatt, the orc chieftain says, "Gorblatt sometimes slightly mistaken."
Gorblatt, the orc chieftain says, "But never wrong."
That was a fun event, even if I came in partway through and kept DCing.
The soul of Ashmond says, "Always with the sniping."
(Clan): Ictinus says, "Stop it Jiraishin, you're making me like you."
Never seen this before, what is it?
The soul of Ashmond says, "Always with the sniping."
(Clan): Ictinus says, "Stop it Jiraishin, you're making me like you."
Dunn tells you, "I hate you."
(Party): You say, "Bad plan coming right up."
2018/12/06 03:10:29 - Dalran, Dunn, Hirst, Irimon, Jadys, Jinsun, Qwindor, and Trendric have destroyed The ruins of Atop Oastan Eleusia.
[Actual angel falls from the sky]
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The soul of Ashmond says, "Always with the sniping."
(Clan): Ictinus says, "Stop it Jiraishin, you're making me like you."
A malodorous aura of salty sweat and tears clings to the simple form of this stone masque. Covering
only half a face, two vacuous holes glare out at the world from beneath a poignantly pinched brow. A
sickly amber luminescence crawls across the pale face, emanating from a hoard of innumerable
etchings scored into its reverse. They shift in chaotic patterns of nauseating arabesques, forming
and reforming accusations of treachery and treason in countless languages.
Taryius: Salt, sweat and tears? Sounds like the forum masque.
(The Council of Mhaldor): You say, "Earwigs."
(The Council of Mhaldor): Seortiae says, "I volunteer for earwigs over Logosmas sweaters, I have heard those things are itchy!!"
You tell Seortiae in Mhaldorian, "Careful, the Master might be listening.."
(The Council of Mhaldor): Makishi thoughtfully says, "What are earwigs?"
Devouring brain matter with an unrivalled hunger, a swarm of newly hatched earwigs has made short work of the contents of Seortiae's skull.
Devouring brain matter with an unrivalled hunger, a swarm of newly hatched earwigs has made short work of the contents of Seortiae's skull.
Seortiae dryly tells you in Mhaldorian, "Yes."
Devouring brain matter with an unrivalled hunger, a swarm of newly hatched earwigs has made short work of the contents of Makishi's skull.
Devouring brain matter with an unrivalled hunger, a swarm of newly hatched earwigs has made short work of the contents of Makishi's skull.
Aww. Sartan's Logosmas spirit is mildly endearing.
Javier snores suddenly.
Keeping to the shadows, Dikeia, a young desert coydog, stalks slowly towards the
sleeping form of Javier.
You glare angrily at Dikeia, a young desert coydog.
You have emoted: Jiraishin makes a curt gesture.
"Heh heh heh," Kriex chuckles.
A small cry escapes the lips of the sleeping Javier.
Kriex says in a clear voice, "Seems she has a bright idea."
Javier tosses back and forth in restless slumber.
Dikeia, a young desert coydog, sullenly retreats to your side.
The soul of Ashmond says, "Always with the sniping."
(Clan): Ictinus says, "Stop it Jiraishin, you're making me like you."
The coydog fixes Alasiel with an amber-eyed stare, clearly unimpressed and
somewhat suspicious of your/his/her motives.
(The Farrem): Alasiel says, "...oh sorry."
(The Farrem): You say, "God fucking damn it Alasiel."
You cough softly.
(The Farrem): Herev laughingly says, "Oof that one is not great."
(The Farrem): Farrah says, "Also rofl."
(The Farrem): Farrah says, "Hahahahahaha."
(The Farrem): You say, "I HAVE TOLD YOU THAT WAS BUGGED."
Herev blinks incredulously at Alasiel.
(The Farrem): You say, "I TOLD YOU NOT TO GREET THE COYDOG."
(The Farrem): Draekar says, "I loved that coydog."
(The Farrem): You say, "CRYYYYYY."
Herev greets Dikeia, a young desert coydog with a sincere smile.
The coydog fixes Herev with an amber-eyed stare, clearly unimpressed and
somewhat suspicious of your/his/her motives.
(The Farrem): Farrah says, ":D."
(The Farrem): Alasiel says, "Sorry I thought the bug was just that she wouldn't
respond or something >.<."
(The Farrem): You say, "Herev I am going to kill you."
Draekar greets Dikeia, a young desert coydog with a sincere smile.
The coydog fixes Draekar with an amber-eyed stare, clearly unimpressed and
somewhat suspicious of your/his/her motives.
(The Farrem): Herev says, "I had to make sure."
The fruity tang of raspberry-scented perfume sweetens the air around Esmeralda.
(The Farrem): You say, "I HATE YOU ALL."
Iloisee cringes and drops her face into her palms with a shake of her head.
Draekar gives Dikeia, a young desert coydog a wild cheer!
(The Farrem): Herev says, "This is how you test bugs."
(The Farrem): Farrah says, "So Draekar does it too."
(The Farrem): Draekar says, "Ily."
Iloisee gives a brightly painted toboggan to you.
Itkovian says, "Very well, we shall begin."
(The Farrem): Draekar says, "That is the best thing I have seen in a while."
(The Farrem): You miserably say, "I am killing you all and moving to Kashar."
The soul of Ashmond says, "Always with the sniping."
(Clan): Ictinus says, "Stop it Jiraishin, you're making me like you."
ALso, kinda nice to be listed amongst those people, have to admit
No house, no city, no god, It's easier to stay retired really
Lol, I thought mhaldorous woulda dimed me out first
You say, "The Aldar built this place, this level honours Them. Dead or alive."
Accipiter, Fixer of Things Since 269AF says in an almost silent voice, "Half of them are dead though."
Accipiter leans on you, seeking consolation.
You say, "I think that They weren't when---what."
You say, "Why are you leaning upon me."
You have emoted: Halos struggles against Accipiter's massive golden bulk.
A vanguard angel narrows his eyes at you, advancing in a threatening manner.
With a snap, the angel's ethereal wings solidify into twin appendages of finely honed death. He deploys them with a graceful pivot, mercilessly slicing all in their path.
-(-1950h, 36.0%)
You take a drink from an elegant diamond vial.
The elixir heals and soothes you.
Aeryea lays her hands on herself.
A vanguard angel points his radiant sword directly at you, a bolt of pure energy bursting forth and slamming into your chest.
(running running)
A vanguard angel silently appears.
Kneeling before the unmistakeable authority of the One and the All, you clasp your hands and bow your head.
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
feel your mind becoming entangled and twisted by his mental puissance.
Xulu, an orc witchdoctor attempts to transfix a monitor lizard, but succeeds
only in curing his blindness.
So Halos is a dryad and Jiraishin is a monitor lizard.
I mean. He -does- like basking.
The soul of Ashmond says, "Always with the sniping."
(Clan): Ictinus says, "Stop it Jiraishin, you're making me like you."
@Yae, why has thou forsaken us?
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
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