Frozen fingers failing you as you sculpt a medium, featureless snowman, the image of the tash'la you try to capture ends up looking more like a Chaos Lord.
Van Dracrotalus, Marked for Death yells, "Is that it then, Mhaldor? I didn't hear a bell." *Insert stan marsh meme here*
My man took that M4D like a pro.
@Van Mad props for being such a good sport about everything. I know that wasn't easy, but it was awesome seeing Van rise to that situation and take on all comers. Keep your head up, bud. You should have seen the good things people were pouring in about how you fought on.
Van Dracrotalus, Marked for Death yells, "Is that it then, Mhaldor? I didn't hear a bell." *Insert stan marsh meme here*
My man took that M4D like a pro.
@Van Mad props for being such a good sport about everything. I know that wasn't easy, but it was awesome seeing Van rise to that situation and take on all comers. Keep your head up, bud. You should have seen the good things people were pouring in about how you fought on.
I lost it for a bit once Mizik showed up and started throwing banana peels, both angering and hilarious. I was pleasantly surprised to see a few people get in on it, people I didn't think touched on much combat, suddenly giving me a whooping.
(Mhaldor): You say, "Did anyone lose a large sum of minerals?"
(Mhaldor): Reyson says, "Ah, yes, if it was about seven hundred ferrum, that's mine."
(Mhaldor): Entaro says, "He's lying it's mine."
(Mhaldor): You curiously say, "Certainly the individual who owns them would be willing to produce a...monetary reward of sorts, no? Finding them and all for you."
(Mhaldor): Entaro says, "Ok it's his."
(Mhaldor): Entaro pleasantly says, "My mistake."
(Mhaldor): Steigr happily says, "I am taking ferrum donations for the Chancellery."
(Mhaldor): Reyson happily says, "Sure. We can ask Theoren how much he feels an Exsusiai not pressing a charge of stealing from a Viceroy or a House Leader is worth."
(Mhaldor): You say, "Allegedly. It wasn't even ferrum, Insid'atori."
*puts on Mhaldorian recruitment badge* We have all the best cooks!
You underestimate the power of the dark side
@Caladbolg, you can destroy our enemies. I have foreseen this. It is your
destiny. Join me, and together we can rule the land of Sapience as father and son.
Funniest thing, just had some random thoughts and stuff and I managed to find these gems...
You know... no particular reason or anything for posting them... No hopes or anything...
*puts on Mhaldorian recruitment badge* We have all the best cooks!
You underestimate the power of the dark side
@Caladbolg, you can destroy our enemies. I have foreseen this. It is your
destiny. Join me, and together we can rule the land of Sapience as father and son.
Funniest thing, just had some random thoughts and stuff and I managed to find these gems...
You know... no particular reason or anything for posting them... No hopes or anything...
Shirim looks thoughtful and says, "Catapult is balanceless."
You say, "If the frog comes, escape."
Shirim says, "Yep."
You say, "It's push or pull?"
Shirim says, "Hope it gets you first."
You say, "I cannot remember."
Shirim says, "We'll find out!"
Shirim says, "Pull."
You say, "Or is it turn?"
A moss-covered catapult is unaffected by your efforts.
Shirim says, "Twist."
A moss-covered catapult is unaffected by your efforts.
You say, "Light."
You say, "Shake?"
Shirim says, "Ring."
You say, "Break."
Greys Vorondil, Light of the Eusian has begun the game of Bait-the-Frog in The Gauntlet.
Shirim says, "You didn't get a fly?"
You say, "I do not have a fly."
Reyl hobbles slowly in from the down. Reyl gives a dead giant fly to you.
A resolute expression on his face, Shirim clambers into a moss-covered catapult and tugs hard on the rope tie. With a jubilant whoosh, a moss-covered catapult launches Shirim high into the air, his trajectory taking him straight towards the Stadium above.
You give a dead giant fly to Reyl.
A resolute expression on his face, Reyl clambers into a moss-covered catapult and tugs hard on the rope tie. With a jubilant whoosh, a moss-covered catapult launches Reyl high into the air, his trajectory taking him straight towards the Stadium above.
Reyl has been devoured by the giant frog and is out!
(Targossas): Reyl says, "This game is stupid."
"give" was the correct command it turns out
A frenzied cleric screams, "Like more than one halo!"
A costumed Agathodaimon says, "What wonderful costumes everyone has."
Van Dracrotalus, Augur of Horror says with a mixed accent, "Mine is "Naga"."
Van Dracrotalus, Augur of Horror is ripped from your location by an unseen force.
Baying triumphant as the chase concludes, a frenzied wolf pack effortlessly sets to dismembering the
remains of Van, hungry to meet new prey.
Someone asked what costume it was, and I think it was a controlled NPC - I thought we had to identify our costume to wear it for some reason. I said that and then did QL, realized how many people were in the room, and just facepalmed for like 30 seconds straight before dying to wolves. Lmao
Beating Out Ignorance: An Interpretation of Worldly Affairs by Havyn, Astarod, and Aliandor
Havyn chants in a silvery voice, "Prayer."
Astarod sits down next to Havyn, pulling out a small drum in both of his hands, letting the item rest on his knees as he begins a slow, simple beat.
Aliandor lights a small candle, placing it in the room. He stands before it and clasps his clawed hands together.
Havyn chants in a silvery voice, "Darkness fall around."
Astarod smiles slightly as he beats on the drum faster with his right hand, letting the sound echo off the walls of the chamber.
Aliandor thumps his tail to the beat. Eyes closed in supplication.
Havyn chants in a silvery voice, "Evil Surrounds."
Astarod changes the force at which he beats the drum, the noise becoming more deafening as a cacophony of sound is created.
Aliandor looks around at the enemies surrounding him. A knowing smile on his lips.
Havyn chants in a silvery voice, "Chaos swirls."
Astarod begins to use both of his palms to create the beat, alternating each hit as to increase the force and speed with which he creates the beat.
Aliandor flashes to action, taking up defensive posture before the small flickering flame.
Havyn chants in a silvery voice, "Dawn breaks."
Astarod looks down at his palms, forming his hands into fists. He lowers these fists onto the drum, smacking it with vicious abandon with complete disregard for balance or a steady beat.
Aliandor swings his tail around striking the foes in rhythm. The light of the flame remains.
Havyn chants in a silvery voice, "Enemies fall. Salvation."
Astarod grips both sides of the drum and hurls it to the southeast. He then stands, and brushes off his clothing.
Aliandor comes to rest, eyes skyward to the beams of dawn upon his face.
The Divine voice of Twilight echoes in your head, "See that it is. I espy a tithe of potential in your mortal soul, Astarod Blackstone. Let us hope that it flourishes and does not falter as so many do."
Aegis, God of War says, "You are dismissed from My demense, Astarod. Go forth and fight well. Bleed fiercely, and climb the purpose you have sought to chase for."
[(house) A secluded kitchen garden]: Dragonknight Dunn [(house) Expansive underground library]: Azyrac Proficy [(house) A gatehouse]: Tesha [(house) The great hall]: Aroan [Inside a small tent]: Entaro
I'm not sure if Proficy in the library or Entaro outside in the tent is funnier to me, but surely this says something about Mhaldor's hierarchy.
[(house) A secluded kitchen garden]: Dragonknight Dunn [(house) Expansive underground library]: Azyrac Proficy [(house) A gatehouse]: Tesha [(house) The great hall]: Aroan [Inside a small tent]: Entaro
I'm not sure if Proficy in the library or Entaro outside in the tent is funnier to me, but surely this says something about Mhaldor's hierarchy.
With those room names I thought they were playing Cluedo or something.
Disappearing from Achaea for now. See you, space cowboy.
Even as you move to begin your work, your hands and mind fall still, the weight of knowledge filling your thoughts with the unshakeable realisation that within the boundaries of Nur, Creation is an art reserved only for the Aldar and Those above them.
Trying to paint in Nur. I thought it was a nice touch.
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.
That moment when even the Gods call you old. I totally laughed and imagined it though. @Gaia
The rustling of autumnal leaves accompanies a faint whisper upon a frigid breeze, primordial notes intoning, "Aelyn is simply too old. Her age goes beyond anything a number can convey."
The rustling of autumnal leaves accompanies a faint whisper upon a frigid breeze, primordial notes intoning, "I like to think when I birthed the first of the Spirits, Aelyn was standing behind Me saying 'Oh, that is pretty!'."
That moment when even the Gods call you old. I totally laughed and imagined it though. @Gaia
The rustling of autumnal leaves accompanies a faint whisper upon a frigid breeze, primordial notes intoning, "Aelyn is simply too old. Her age goes beyond anything a number can convey."
The rustling of autumnal leaves accompanies a faint whisper upon a frigid breeze, primordial notes intoning, "I like to think when I birthed the first of the Spirits, Aelyn was standing behind Me saying 'Oh, that is pretty!'."
Aaaaawh. That is both adorable, and such an awesome divine interaction
Comments
If you need sunlight, let Makarios know.
I think a lot of players would probably die if they got sunlight.
2020/9/26/13:05 The tragedy of the average gamer.
Disappearing from Achaea for now. See you, space cowboy.
smileyface#8048 if you wanna chat.
Frozen fingers failing you as you sculpt a medium, featureless snowman, the image of the tash'la you try to capture ends up looking more like a Chaos Lord.
a medium snowman Chaos Lord resembling a tash'la
My man took that M4D like a pro.
@Van Mad props for being such a good sport about everything. I know that wasn't easy, but it was awesome seeing Van rise to that situation and take on all comers. Keep your head up, bud. You should have seen the good things people were pouring in about how you fought on.
@Van
Mhaldor is hard on frenship.
Suffer well
Nephiny says in a boyish voice, "Nipples, free of charge."
Mathonwy snickers softly to himself.
Mathonwy says, "Thank you."
You cringe away in terror from Nephiny.
Mathonwy leaves to the northeast.
(Mhaldor): Reyson says, "Ah, yes, if it was about seven hundred ferrum, that's mine."
(Mhaldor): Entaro says, "He's lying it's mine."
(Mhaldor): You curiously say, "Certainly the individual who owns them would be willing to produce a...monetary reward of sorts, no? Finding them and all for you."
(Mhaldor): Entaro says, "Ok it's his."
(Mhaldor): Entaro pleasantly says, "My mistake."
(Mhaldor): Steigr happily says, "I am taking ferrum donations for the Chancellery."
(Mhaldor): Reyson happily says, "Sure. We can ask Theoren how much he feels an Exsusiai not pressing a charge of stealing from a Viceroy or a House Leader is worth."
(Mhaldor): You say, "Allegedly. It wasn't even ferrum, Insid'atori."
I should have held out for a better offer
Shirim says, "Similar strategies?"
You say, "I think so."
Shirim looks thoughtful and says, "Catapult is balanceless."
You say, "If the frog comes, escape."
Shirim says, "Yep."
You say, "It's push or pull?"
Shirim says, "Hope it gets you first."
You say, "I cannot remember."
Shirim says, "We'll find out!"
Shirim says, "Pull."
You say, "Or is it turn?"
A moss-covered catapult is unaffected by your efforts.
Shirim says, "Twist."
A moss-covered catapult is unaffected by your efforts.
You say, "Light."
You say, "Shake?"
Shirim says, "Ring."
You say, "Break."
Greys Vorondil, Light of the Eusian has begun the game of Bait-the-Frog in The Gauntlet.
Shirim says, "You didn't get a fly?"
You say, "I do not have a fly."
Reyl hobbles slowly in from the down.
Reyl gives a dead giant fly to you.
A resolute expression on his face, Shirim clambers into a moss-covered catapult and tugs hard on the rope tie. With a jubilant whoosh, a moss-covered catapult launches Shirim high into the air, his trajectory taking him straight towards the Stadium above.
You give a dead giant fly to Reyl.
A resolute expression on his face, Reyl clambers into a moss-covered catapult and tugs hard on the rope tie. With a jubilant whoosh, a moss-covered catapult launches Reyl high into the air, his trajectory taking him straight towards the Stadium above.
Reyl has been devoured by the giant frog and is out!
(Targossas): Reyl says, "This game is stupid."
So @Lyndee asked us to be "Creative and Intelligent" so we (@Havyn, @Aliandor, and myself) came up with the below:
We devote it to you, @Aurora.
by Havyn, Astarod, and Aliandor
Havyn chants in a silvery voice, "Prayer."
Astarod sits down next to Havyn, pulling out a small drum in both of his hands, letting the item rest on his knees as he begins a slow, simple beat.
Aliandor lights a small candle, placing it in the room. He stands before it and clasps his clawed hands together.
Havyn chants in a silvery voice, "Darkness fall around."
Astarod smiles slightly as he beats on the drum faster with his right hand, letting the sound echo off the walls of the chamber.
Aliandor thumps his tail to the beat. Eyes closed in supplication.
Havyn chants in a silvery voice, "Evil Surrounds."
Astarod changes the force at which he beats the drum, the noise becoming more deafening as a cacophony of sound is created.
Aliandor looks around at the enemies surrounding him. A knowing smile on his lips.
Havyn chants in a silvery voice, "Chaos swirls."
Astarod begins to use both of his palms to create the beat, alternating each hit as to increase the force and speed with which he creates the beat.
Aliandor flashes to action, taking up defensive posture before the small flickering flame.
Havyn chants in a silvery voice, "Dawn breaks."
Astarod looks down at his palms, forming his hands into fists. He lowers these fists onto the drum, smacking it with vicious abandon with complete disregard for balance or a steady beat.
Aliandor swings his tail around striking the foes in rhythm. The light of the flame remains.
Havyn chants in a silvery voice, "Enemies fall. Salvation."
Astarod grips both sides of the drum and hurls it to the southeast. He then stands, and brushes off his clothing.
Aliandor comes to rest, eyes skyward to the beams of dawn upon his face.
Aegis, God of War says, "You are dismissed from My demense, Astarod. Go forth and fight well. Bleed fiercely, and climb the purpose you have sought to chase for."
@Ploutos purses his lips and blows lightly upon a glowing metal tank radiating waves of heat.
Disappearing from Achaea for now. See you, space cowboy.
smileyface#8048 if you wanna chat.
Dragonknight Dunn
[(house) Expansive underground library]:
Azyrac Proficy
[(house) A gatehouse]:
Tesha
[(house) The great hall]:
Aroan
[Inside a small tent]:
Entaro
With those room names I thought they were playing Cluedo or something.
Disappearing from Achaea for now. See you, space cowboy.
smileyface#8048 if you wanna chat.
Trying to paint in Nur. I thought it was a nice touch.
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.
I lost it and was giggling cause all I could think of was....
Phaestus, the Smith says to you, "Look, now you've gone and runed the q&a."
I lol'd
Achaea's take on Clash of the Titans. Take on one massive sea monster, with another.
Disappearing from Achaea for now. See you, space cowboy.
smileyface#8048 if you wanna chat.