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On top of being on an area border, and the 3 targs also running around annoying people.
Grats on the tank and all, but you're talking yourself up a lot here.
Time to raze the city girls and boys we need to start over and think about where we went wrong.
At what point do we just come out and say the problem is not Hashan, but with the rest of the playerbase*?
*in general
Results of disembowel testing | Knight limb counter | GMCP AB files
"Move on"
- Ictinus
Sorry, that wasn’t meant to be angsty or salty. I don’t know how the hell you guys managed it but good job.
(Party): @rangor says, "We're safe in the bell-tower!"
Bells clanging wildly under the unstoppable tremors, the Cyrenian Clock Tower lurches ominously, then collapses upon itself in a roar of masonry and shattered earth, silenced forevermore.
(Party): You say, "I don't think you are..."
(Party): Ryzan says, "Uhm."
(Party): Tasus says, "You, uh... sure about that?"
(Party): Iakimen says, "That's you mate."
Crushed beneath the debris of the falling Clock Tower, Hailqas'an has run afoul of time.
(Party): Rangor says, "Ok, we weren't ok in the belltower."
Skye says, "Tell her to bloody come back to life and pay them for me."
So coooooool.
The soul of Ashmond says, "Always with the sniping."
(Clan): Ictinus says, "Stop it Jiraishin, you're making me like you."
From our perspective.
Your stomach lurches briefly in horror as the passage of Agith'maal's Lament washes over you, the potency of its proclamation filling your enemies with fresh strength.
And you won't understand the cause of your grief...
...But you'll always follow the voices beneath.
The soul of Ashmond says, "Always with the sniping."
(Clan): Ictinus says, "Stop it Jiraishin, you're making me like you."
continent in utmost clarity, every lilting note of her crestfallen lament
rendered in exact, perfect pitch, "Shroud your blows in the sable; let not the
light thwart your eyes. Your will seethes; let it crumble the greatest of
Tezlari-tarin. Stand as one alone against many; let your might reign supreme."
The soul of Ashmond says, "Always with the sniping."
(Clan): Ictinus says, "Stop it Jiraishin, you're making me like you."
Hailqas'an pats you in a friendly manner.
For some reason that stuck with me as I watched the clocktower incident unfold. The entire scene struck me as immensely sad.
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