Yeah, I like how Halios said fuck all of us, as though we all went and fucked him over. I remember this kid in elementary school once that just blamed everyone when he got mad.
I thought that stuff stopped around third grade, guess it sticks around sometimes.
Yeah, I like how Halios said fuck all of us, as though we all went and fucked him over. I remember this kid in elementary school once that just blamed everyone when he got mad.
I thought that stuff stopped around third grade, guess it sticks around sometimes.
btw. eat hawthorn. I feel bad making you kick them all the time, but you are easy to eliminate and you are too good on offense to let you stick around so easily.
@Jhui: Heh. Thanks for the compliment, I guess. On hawthorn, yeah, ran out. Mhaldor defense RP makes it feel ... odd ... to run back in the city for curatives, but I ended up doing just that, anyway.
"Faded away like the stars in the morning, Losing their light in the glorious sun, Thus would we pass from this earth and its toiling, Only remembered for what we have done."
As you slip in the gold sovereigns into the small box attached to the telescope, you hear a sharp click and press your eye against the lens.
You see a high snow-capped peak of the Vashnar Mountains. Gentle snowflakes are falling down onto the cliff as the white snow accumulates. Nothing else is visible.
A blurred figure steps into the scene as you continue to watch the snow-filled peak through the ornate bronze telescope. The outline of the strange figure is dark as it walks across the snow, leaving large footprints behind as it moves. Another form takes shape from the opposite direction and both creatures begin to approach each other.
Squinting and blinking a few times, it is now clear that the small figure is a dwarf with a bear-fur cloak draped around his shoulders. The dwarf trots across the snow and pauses as he watches the other form getting closer and closer...
The other shadowy figure appears to be a mighty grizzly bear! Without hesitation, the dwarf swings his axe out and charges at the roaring bear. You watch the ensuing fight through the telescope for a few minutes before the dwarf triumphs over his adversary. The small man begins a little stomping dance, impressing himself with a playful flexing of his muscles, not realising that he is being watched!
I adore that telescope. I need to actually get up there again, its likely been changed since I looked years and years ago.
Also, my own quote!
So, we're sitting at the Ornate Shrine after a small memorial service, people are mostly just chatting, and suddenly this:
A black crow flaps in with a raucous shriek, wild fury in its piercing eyes. It disdainfully drops a letter into Velyse's hands before wheeling to soar away.
You peer at Velyse unscrupulously.
Velyse blinks.
You say to Velyse with a flowing, cultured accent, "Letters from the North, hm?"
Velyse gives an elegant white letter the once-over, eyeing it suspiciously.
Velyse Dawyn, Ephebe of Neraeos says in a throaty contralto voice, "Apparently so."
Velyse takes a cookie with a slip of paper inside from an elegant white letter.
Velyse Dawyn, Ephebe of Neraeos says in a throaty contralto voice, "Be prepared to resurrect me."
Velyse ponders a cookie with a slip of paper inside with a contemplative expression.
You have emoted: Melodie cracks her knuckles.
Velyse puts a cookie in her mouth, whole, and bites the centre. She chews and swallows the cookie before spitting the fortune into her hand and reading aloud, "You're starting to get a bit fat. Put down the cookies."
Velyse creases her brow in a frown.
Velyse Dawyn, Ephebe of Neraeos says in a throaty contralto voice, "ASHTAAAAN!"
Velyse shakes her fist in the air defiantly.
You have emoted: Melodie snorts in amusement.
Griefed by Ashtan... with baked goods. :-O
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
You grasp a long branch hanging off a tree and give it a hard tug, the rotting wood coming away in your hands. Suddenly, the tree begins to move violently and you realise you have just disturbed a swamp dryad! You are not fallen or kneeling. | 5248hp | 4455mp(100%) | 18627e| 16000wex- Target: dryad- 16%,cexkdb- 04:55:59.027 You swing a shining steel longsword at a swamp dryad with all your might. You have scored a WORLD-SHATTERING CRITICAL hit!!! The final blow proves too much for a swamp dryad, who expires pitifully. You have slain a swamp dryad, retrieving the corpse. A small pile of sovereigns spills from the corpse.
Issue me blah blah blah, should I fish in dragon with 21str or lesser with 17/19?
Message #6555 Sent by Anytus
12/10/13:56 Greetings! Regarding issue #64558: The Angler trait would be more advantageous than the extra strength for fishing purposes. Please message me if you have additional questions!
You sent the following message to Anytus: Thanks deuteronomy.
The Divine voice of Anytus echoes in your head, "Deuteronomy? That's a new nickname!"
You tell Administrator Anytus, "The most awesome nickname ever!"
The Divine voice of Anytus echoes in your head, "Hmm not sure about that."
The Divine voice of Anytus echoes in your head, "Deletus was pretty good. I've been jealous of Meletus about that one for a while now!"
You tell Administrator Anytus, "Yeah... We're still thinking Deletus will absolve Bal'move'met."
The Divine voice of Anytus echoes in your head, "Impossible- Bal'met doesn't have a forum account so He is immine to Deletus' ban powers."
The Divine voice of Anytus echoes in your head, "Immune, rather."
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내가 제일 잘 나가!!!111!!1
I thought that stuff stopped around third grade, guess it sticks around sometimes.
@Jhui: Heh. Thanks for the compliment, I guess. On hawthorn, yeah, ran out. Mhaldor defense RP makes it feel ... odd ... to run back in the city for curatives, but I ended up doing just that, anyway.
Regale us with the tale, Mhaldorian friends! We will gather around the campfire.
Make sure your items appears someone in between them on appraise.
Lesson end.
내가 제일 잘 나가!!!111!!1
:-O
Losing their light in the glorious sun,
Thus would we pass from this earth and its toiling,
Only remembered for what we have done."
affecting flying adventurers.
can be further delineated with OFFER [PLAYER|DENIZEN] CORPSES.
You see a high snow-capped peak of the Vashnar Mountains. Gentle snowflakes are falling down onto the cliff as the white snow accumulates. Nothing else is visible.
A blurred figure steps into the scene as you continue to watch the snow-filled peak through the ornate bronze telescope. The outline of the strange figure is dark as it walks across the snow, leaving large footprints behind as it moves. Another form takes shape from the opposite direction and both creatures begin to approach each other.
Squinting and blinking a few times, it is now clear that the small figure is a dwarf with a bear-fur cloak draped around his shoulders. The dwarf trots across the snow and pauses as he watches the other form getting closer and closer...
The other shadowy figure appears to be a mighty grizzly bear! Without hesitation, the dwarf swings his axe out and charges at the roaring bear. You watch the ensuing fight through the telescope for a few minutes before the dwarf triumphs over his adversary. The small man begins a little stomping dance, impressing himself with a playful flexing of his muscles, not realising that he is being watched!
I love this telescope, haha.
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
your hands. Suddenly, the tree begins to move violently and you realise you have just disturbed a
swamp dryad!
You are not fallen or kneeling.
| 5248hp | 4455mp(100%) | 18627e| 16000wex- Target: dryad- 16%,cexkdb- 04:55:59.027
You swing a shining steel longsword at a swamp dryad with all your might.
You have scored a WORLD-SHATTERING CRITICAL hit!!!
The final blow proves too much for a swamp dryad, who expires pitifully.
You have slain a swamp dryad, retrieving the corpse.
A small pile of sovereigns spills from the corpse.
yesssss
Every breath leaves me one less to my last