Self-RP can be pretty fun too. I dont' do it overly often, but it's nice when there's something to do.
I do like settling somewhere with a nice pose. I even have like idling emotes sometimes. Which only goes to show you can automate nearly everything, including RP lol. Sometimes you meet interesting people this way, other times some punk pushes me over and steals my wallet.
or you get tea dumped on you randomly
Aurora says, "Tharvis, why are you always breaking things?!" Artemis says, "You are so high maintenance, Tharvis, gosh." Tecton says, "It's still your fault, Tharvis."
Aurora says, "Tharvis, why are you always breaking things?!" Artemis says, "You are so high maintenance, Tharvis, gosh." Tecton says, "It's still your fault, Tharvis."
Too many unpleasant feels is what happened today, from all the feels sources.
Goddamnit.
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
Left Cyrene. Have no idea what I'm going to do. #thatroguelife
Citizens of Cyrene,
In the past few months, I’ve been getting quite a few
messages and conversations of sympathy. I should make it clear that no one
should waste a second feeling grief for me. For sixteen years, I’ve been not
getting paid to do what I /loved/ the most - being a devotionist of Cyrene. And
just last month all of us devotionists (who are devishly gorgeous by the way) got
a big red letter in the mail from Targossas saying we should spend more time
with our families. That last part was in jest, we were all canned. But before I
join the rise of ex-devotionist taking to the bottle, I’d like to
say a few words.
You are all doing incredible things in Cyrene, as you are a
beacon of neutrality for those that are weary of oppressiveness; the ultimate
retirement destination. I swear I’m seeing more and more grey haired
individuals coming about, and I think to myself, “Why in the gods name aren’t
you choosing someplace warmer?” Regardless, you all deserve the entire Sapience
to give you a chance, and I would be getting in the way of that. I have too
many ties on both sides to involve myself in the upcoming conflict that will arise.
I’d rather remember Cyrene in this moment of victory and join the life of rogue
hood.
Thank you all for rallying around us during this time. It
was sincerely touching. And since this is Cyrene, it is only fitting to end
this with a haiku.
Left Cyrene. Have no idea what I'm going to do. #thatroguelife
Citizens of Cyrene,
In the past few months, I’ve been getting quite a few
messages and conversations of sympathy. I should make it clear that no one
should waste a second feeling grief for me. For sixteen years, I’ve been not
getting paid to do what I /loved/ the most - being a devotionist of Cyrene. And
just last month all of us devotionists (who are devishly gorgeous by the way) got
a big red letter in the mail from Targossas saying we should spend more time
with our families. That last part was in jest, we were all canned. But before I
join the rise of ex-devotionist taking to the bottle, I’d like to
say a few words.
You are all doing incredible things in Cyrene, as you are a
beacon of neutrality for those that are weary of oppressiveness; the ultimate
retirement destination. I swear I’m seeing more and more grey haired
individuals coming about, and I think to myself, “Why in the gods name aren’t
you choosing someplace warmer?” Regardless, you all deserve the entire Sapience
to give you a chance, and I would be getting in the way of that. I have too
many ties on both sides to involve myself in the upcoming conflict that will arise.
I’d rather remember Cyrene in this moment of victory and join the life of rogue
hood.
Thank you all for rallying around us during this time. It
was sincerely touching. And since this is Cyrene, it is only fitting to end
this with a haiku.
Left Cyrene. Have no idea what I'm going to do. #thatroguelife
Citizens of Cyrene,
In the past few months, I’ve been getting quite a few
messages and conversations of sympathy. I should make it clear that no one
should waste a second feeling grief for me. For sixteen years, I’ve been not
getting paid to do what I /loved/ the most - being a devotionist of Cyrene. And
just last month all of us devotionists (who are devishly gorgeous by the way) got
a big red letter in the mail from Targossas saying we should spend more time
with our families. That last part was in jest, we were all canned. But before I
join the rise of ex-devotionist taking to the bottle, I’d like to
say a few words.
You are all doing incredible things in Cyrene, as you are a
beacon of neutrality for those that are weary of oppressiveness; the ultimate
retirement destination. I swear I’m seeing more and more grey haired
individuals coming about, and I think to myself, “Why in the gods name aren’t
you choosing someplace warmer?” Regardless, you all deserve the entire Sapience
to give you a chance, and I would be getting in the way of that. I have too
many ties on both sides to involve myself in the upcoming conflict that will arise.
I’d rather remember Cyrene in this moment of victory and join the life of rogue
hood.
Thank you all for rallying around us during this time. It
was sincerely touching. And since this is Cyrene, it is only fitting to end
this with a haiku.
Existential Crisis
I’m doing the decent thing
Three cheers for cheap liquor
Sincerely,
Jeslyn Vorondil-Rian
But...but... tha's not a haiku :S
Ahh, what the hell. I just noticed it was 6, 7, 6 - Instead of 5,7,5 that my haiku syllable counter told me. Screw it. Close enough. I didn't say it was good. Hehe.
Left Cyrene. Have no idea what I'm going to do. #thatroguelife
Citizens of Cyrene,
In the past few months, I’ve been getting quite a few
messages and conversations of sympathy. I should make it clear that no one
should waste a second feeling grief for me. For sixteen years, I’ve been not
getting paid to do what I /loved/ the most - being a devotionist of Cyrene. And
just last month all of us devotionists (who are devishly gorgeous by the way) got
a big red letter in the mail from Targossas saying we should spend more time
with our families. That last part was in jest, we were all canned. But before I
join the rise of ex-devotionist taking to the bottle, I’d like to
say a few words.
You are all doing incredible things in Cyrene, as you are a
beacon of neutrality for those that are weary of oppressiveness; the ultimate
retirement destination. I swear I’m seeing more and more grey haired
individuals coming about, and I think to myself, “Why in the gods name aren’t
you choosing someplace warmer?” Regardless, you all deserve the entire Sapience
to give you a chance, and I would be getting in the way of that. I have too
many ties on both sides to involve myself in the upcoming conflict that will arise.
I’d rather remember Cyrene in this moment of victory and join the life of rogue
hood.
Thank you all for rallying around us during this time. It
was sincerely touching. And since this is Cyrene, it is only fitting to end
this with a haiku.
Existential Crisis
I’m doing the decent thing
Three cheers for cheap liquor
Sincerely,
Jeslyn Vorondil-Rian
But...but... tha's not a haiku :S
Ahh, what the hell. I just noticed it was 6, 7, 6 - Instead of 5,7,5 that my haiku syllable counter told me. Screw it. Close enough. I didn't say it was good. Hehe.
Left Cyrene. Have no idea what I'm going to do. #thatroguelife
Citizens of Cyrene,
In the past few months, I’ve been getting quite a few
messages and conversations of sympathy. I should make it clear that no one
should waste a second feeling grief for me. For sixteen years, I’ve been not
getting paid to do what I /loved/ the most - being a devotionist of Cyrene. And
just last month all of us devotionists (who are devishly gorgeous by the way) got
a big red letter in the mail from Targossas saying we should spend more time
with our families. That last part was in jest, we were all canned. But before I
join the rise of ex-devotionist taking to the bottle, I’d like to
say a few words.
You are all doing incredible things in Cyrene, as you are a
beacon of neutrality for those that are weary of oppressiveness; the ultimate
retirement destination. I swear I’m seeing more and more grey haired
individuals coming about, and I think to myself, “Why in the gods name aren’t
you choosing someplace warmer?” Regardless, you all deserve the entire Sapience
to give you a chance, and I would be getting in the way of that. I have too
many ties on both sides to involve myself in the upcoming conflict that will arise.
I’d rather remember Cyrene in this moment of victory and join the life of rogue
hood.
Thank you all for rallying around us during this time. It
was sincerely touching. And since this is Cyrene, it is only fitting to end
this with a haiku.
Existential Crisis
I’m doing the decent thing
Three cheers for cheap liquor
Sincerely,
Jeslyn Vorondil-Rian
Come hang out and be a bum- er, fun rogue with Tillie. ! She needs more roguish friends.
Tried to run an auction for Maritime but Ashtani and then Mhaldorian raids when we had an Eleusian one before the Serenade took up too much time and left everyone kindof worn out. I think Mhaldor was wondering why we really had no interest in playing with them.
Went hunting and died, then went back out with @Evey and died went sailing and lived! Went hunting again and died... Was a super long and complicated day, rather a twisty roller coaster. But on the plus side @Aereidhna made me a gorgeous nosering
07:57:41.160 Vinci stands here waving a paintbrush around aimlessly. You see a sign here instructing you that WARES is the command to see what is for sale. A framed scroll with elaborate lettering is here, informing all of what it has to say. READ SCROLL will allow you to read what is written upon it. A dyed red poster bearing the title "Inkmilling" has been hung here. A neatly folded tunic lies here.
07:57:41.160 You see exits leading north (open door) and south (open door).
07:57:42.734 Looking over yourself, you see the following tattoos:
said goodbye to people I've played the game with for over 10 rl years. People I grew up with, and people I worked with on councils, projects, events. Today is not a good day.
(Blades of Valour): He just has that Synbios Swagger enough said. (Blades of Valour): Draekar says: "Synbios if sunbeams sparkle off that I'll kill you where you stand."
(Party) Halos says, "Disbar?" (Party) Draekar says, "You know here we have disbar." (Party) Draekar says, "And over there we have datbar."
I started writing my next behemoth book for House tasks today. If i do not go insane, I will be a very happy man. Last one was 3000 words, let's see what this one ends up.
These two days, I managed to gather my courage to post a discussion that I was scared no one would answer or take seriously. Not only did I get answers, no one criticised me for doing so. Instead, what I got was encouragement. Thank you very much, Eleusis.
I've been a rogue for a couple of days and I never thought I would be having such an interesting time. I actually thought I'd get bored and go on vacation.
Yelled at the former Deacon of Celestia for the first time. (so sorry )
Had a few Eleusians, rogues, and a Mhaldorian chat me up throughout the day.
Got to somewhat interrogate @Vithincus about his love life with @Tristyn, but it was interrupted by an anonymous letter.
Followed the anon. letter to a seedy bar to meet a seedy messenger for a proposition.
Said 'why the hell not' to the proposition and drank up all my ale thinking I would follow the messenger to my doom.
Did not die. Actually was met with a moment of feels thanks to @Melodie
The moment of feels turned south when my stag was accidentally killed the next day.
Was inducted to Mhaldor today after some weeks of effort. The reward was well worth the wait.
You say, "I hereby pledge myself to the Lord of Evil in my eternal service to Mhaldor. My blades to purge the weak, my body to protect our land, my mind to spread the teachings of our Master, and my soul to serve Him in death."
Ulrike inhales luxuriantly.
Ainly nods his head at you.
You follow Ainly out to Upon an infernal island.
The ground cleaves apart, and gnarled arms drag Ainly into a roiling pit.
Whipping around in a frenzy, a crimson-skinned daemon slashes his sharp claws through your abdomen and blood spews out of the wound.
Whipping around in a frenzy, a crimson-skinned daemon slashes his sharp claws through your abdomen and blood spews out of the wound.
A crimson-skinned daemon beats his mighty wings powerfully as he hurtles towards you, finally
crashing into you with bone-crunching force that sends you reeling.
A crimson-skinned daemon beats his mighty wings powerfully as he hurtles towards you, finally
crashing into you with bone-crunching force that sends you reeling.
A crimson-skinned daemon beats his mighty wings powerfully as he hurtles towards you, finally
crashing into you with bone-crunching force that sends you reeling.
Pinning your arms to your sides, a crimson-skinned daemon rears his head back and immediately swings forward, his teeth digging into your chest as he seeks out your heart.
You have been slain by a crimson-skinned daemon.
Pinning Ainly's arms to his sides, a crimson-skinned daemon rears his head back and immediately
swings forward, his teeth digging into Ainly's chest.
Pinning Ainly's arms to his sides, a crimson-skinned daemon rears his head back and immediately
swings forward, his teeth digging into Ainly's chest.
Swinging his mighty sword, a crimson-skinned daemon slices into Ainly's shoulder with ease.
Swinging his mighty sword, a crimson-skinned daemon slices into Ainly's shoulder with ease.
Whipping around in a frenzy, a crimson-skinned daemon slashes his sharp claws through Ainly's
abdomen and blood spews out of the wound.
Pinning Ainly's arms to his sides, a crimson-skinned daemon rears his head back and immediately swings forward, his teeth digging into Ainly's chest.
Ainly has been slain by a crimson-skinned daemon.
Upon an infernal island (indoors).
You stand upon an unassuming island in the midst of a vast lake. Inky black water laps at the shore
hiding unknown terrors beneath its murky depths. The sky here burns as though afire and hellish
winged daemons circle in and out of the intense flames, as though performing some type of macabre
dance. The ground is strewn with the skulls of thousands of innocents slain in the name of Evil. A
dry wind brings forbidden whispers of the unspeakable horrors done to these poor souls. These
charred, broken bones assemble into an immense heap in the centre of the island. Resting this upon
the obscene shrine of deceased resides a throne carved from a single slab of solid obsidian. There
are 5 crimson-skinned daemons here. The twisted remains of Ainly lie here. The twisted remains of
Hayley lie here. The soul of Ainly roams the land, bodiless.
There are no obvious exits.
You say, "Where are we?"
The soul of Ainly says in a deep and raspy voice, "I'm not certain."
-I wait there for about 5 minutes or so and take it all in-
You tell Ainly, "Should I be embracing?"
Ainly tells you, "I think we were before the throne of Lord Sartan. Yes go ahead."
You tell Ainly, "What an amazing sight."
Ulrike says to you in a clipped contralto voice, "That's a fairly good microcosm of what it's like
to live in the beautiful chains of Evil."
Ulrike says chummily to you in a clipped contralto voice, "Still in?"
You say, "Without doubt."
-Afterwards-
Ainly says to you in a deep and raspy voice, "I think it was a good omen that we ended up where we were."
Ainly says to you in a deep and raspy voice, "In all my years I'd never been before that throne."
I spent a bunch of credits on artefact flails, only to find out that they're bugged(or a result of the current limb damage bug) and do less limb damage than forged flails...which were basically free. fml.
This sinister confection of sable feathers and arachnid styling offers playful menace as it transforms its wearer: a mystery sewn in silver thread. Cobalt gemstones encircle the eyes,
glittering and grotesque, perched beneath six azure copies that evoke the compound stare of a Mhaldorian predator. Shimmering with dark iridescence, a flight of charcoal feathers away from the face, cropped close to the skull and mounted on a delicate frame of polished ivory. Natural adhesives secure this mask in place, held aloft absent obvious supports from strap or buckle. Sharp reminders grace the cheekbones, threatening to press home the venomous deception with a final flourish: two wee mandibles.
It weighs about 1 pounds and 0 ounce(s).
It bears the distinctive mark of Melodie.
Rare Plush: 80k
Coagulating in a mismatched throng of beridden flesh, the grotesque amalgamation of this giant plush
likens to the plague daemons of the searing Inferno. Juicy slime solidifies across its patchwork
tissue, glistening across both hulk and limb alike: amidst the draping rot, appendages linger in
decadent repose. Devoid of individual features, the gruesome field represents the horrors found
within the bowels of Hell.
It has 16 months of usefulness left.
It weighs about 6 pounds.
Going to non decay that plush asap
and 2 rare vials which they are keeping stored for me until I can preserve them. 400k
There was also a spider marionette that went for 700k Went to @Falthus A Scabbard that went for 350k Went to @Taraza and a sacrificial bowl that was near 800k went to @Aiseiri
Booya cyrene your not the only city with wealthy people! XD I kid... cyrene could still easily out buy me
Oops. I asked for the mask to not have my mark. Goddamnit.
But uh yeah, I hosted an auction tonight! It was fun, I hadn't done one of these in years and years. I think my favourite quote of the night, though:
Dread Duelist Jarrod says to Taraza in Mhaldorian in a smooth, low voice, "What did the fallen priestess say when asked about her time in Eleusis?"
Dread Duelist Jarrod says to Taraza in Mhaldorian in a smooth, low voice, "That she couldn't wait to leaf!"
You stare implacably at Jarrod.
Jarrod walks over to the orchestra and bangs one of the cymbals.
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
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Artemis says, "You are so high maintenance, Tharvis, gosh."
Tecton says, "It's still your fault, Tharvis."
Artemis says, "You are so high maintenance, Tharvis, gosh."
Tecton says, "It's still your fault, Tharvis."
Too many unpleasant feels is what happened today, from all the feels sources.
Goddamnit.
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
And I met the lovely @Skye
07:57:39.799 Your boar tattoo tingles slightly.
07:57:41.160 Vinci's Tattoo Emporium (indoors).
07:57:41.160 Vinci stands here waving a paintbrush around aimlessly. You see a sign here instructing you that WARES is the command to see what is for sale. A framed scroll with elaborate lettering is here, informing all of what it has to say. READ SCROLL will allow you to read what is written upon it. A dyed red poster bearing the title "Inkmilling" has been hung here. A neatly folded tunic lies here.
07:57:41.160 You see exits leading north (open door) and south (open door).
07:57:42.734 Looking over yourself, you see the following tattoos:
07:57:42.734 Body Part Tattoo Charges Active
07:57:42.734 -------------------------------------------------------------------------------
07:57:42.734 Head a mindseye tattoo 73 Y
07:57:42.734 Torso a moss tattoo n/a Y
07:57:42.734 Left arm a cloak tattoo 46 N
07:57:42.734 Right arm a shield tattoo 7 N
07:57:42.734 Left leg a boar tattoo n/a Y
07:57:42.734 Right Leg <empty> --- ---
07:57:42.734 -------------------------------------------------------------------------------
07:57:42.734
07:57:43.647
07:57:43.647 You have recovered balance on all limbs.
07:57:49.795 A boar tattoo fades from view and disappears.
(Blades of Valour): Draekar says: "Synbios if sunbeams sparkle off that I'll kill you where you stand."
(Party) Halos says, "Disbar?"
(Party) Draekar says, "You know here we have disbar."
(Party) Draekar says, "And over there we have datbar."
Thought it would be Antidas too.
https://ada-young.appspot.com/pastebin/d86e91c1
Weatherweaving is pretty cool.
(still miss my waterweird, though U.U)
Remember my words, Achaeans. "Chewie... We're home" is bount to be a classic quote.
And now I'm watching the 30h long direct on youtube...
Was inducted to Mhaldor today after some weeks of effort. The reward was well worth the wait.
You say, "I hereby pledge myself to the Lord of Evil in my eternal service to Mhaldor. My blades to purge the weak, my body to protect our land, my mind to spread the teachings of our Master, and my soul to serve Him in death."
Ulrike inhales luxuriantly.
Ainly nods his head at you.
You say, "Where are we?"
-I wait there for about 5 minutes or so and take it all in-
You tell Ainly, "Should I be embracing?"
Ainly tells you, "I think we were before the throne of Lord Sartan. Yes go ahead."
You tell Ainly, "What an amazing sight."
Ulrike says chummily to you in a clipped contralto voice, "Still in?"
You say, "Without doubt."
-Afterwards-
Er I mean. Perish fellow slave!
1 of a kind non decay mask: 680k (Designed by @Herenicus and @Jaybles)
Rare Plush: 80k
Going to non decay that plush asap
and 2 rare vials which they are keeping stored for me until I can preserve them. 400k
There was also a spider marionette that went for 700k Went to @Falthus
A Scabbard that went for 350k Went to @Taraza
and a sacrificial bowl that was near 800k went to @Aiseiri
Booya cyrene your not the only city with wealthy people! XD I kid... cyrene could still easily out buy me
But uh yeah, I hosted an auction tonight! It was fun, I hadn't done one of these in years and years. I think my favourite quote of the night, though:
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