Ok, so I knew it was coming that I was going to change and things were going to be weird. I'd get the urge to chomp people... Nobody said I was going to get hungry..and then eat @Salindera who was only trying to help! Lol Oh my gods though I was laughing so hard while apologizing..I'm soo sorry Salindera.
As the pitch midnight skies look upon the land, a strange churning sensation clenches in your gut. Deepest Stygian night steals over the land as the symbolic hourglass empties and turns, ready to begin a new day. It is now the 17th of Scarlatan, 697 years after the fall of the Seleucarian Empire.
Tolling to the midnight hour, the deep bass tones from the clock tower reverberate throughout the valley and resonate softly through the cool mountain air.
As night blankets the land, a firefly suddenly appears, dancing merrily in the darkness.
You are held immobile by some strange power.
Your limbs feel heavy, and your joints creak with an ache as the leaden weight strains your body.
With a cry to the Bloodsworn Gods, a Duskmere brawler cuts down Atalkez with merciless force.
You are held immobile by some strange power.
The thick taste of dust fills your mouth as your body undertakes a bizarre transformation.
You are held immobile by some strange power.
Your skin turns to a hard grey hue, your back contorts to take on the new shapes, and a heavy frown labours upon your brow as you take on the form of the gargoyle.
6380h, 3410m, 23172e, 13986w
You cock your head, unable to thwart the urge to fixate upon Salindera.
Imperceptibly slowly you reach forth for Salindera, hands grasping as hungry expectation fills your maw with saliva.
Fingers crook into claws as you continue to stalk Salindera, your attention wholly focussed on her presence, her scent, the heated beating of the life that stands before you.
You are far to fixated upon your victim to do anything.
The object of your ravenous fixation is finally within your grasp. Striving to sate the unnatural urge, you sink your stone teeth, fingers, and claws into Salindera's flesh, and in a fury tear her limb from limb, striping yourself in the gore of your brief obsession. You have slain Salindera.
On the other hand whomever did this transformation did an amazing job. Was that you @Tecton ?
Razzlo and the Virtuosi put on an interesting concert last night. Ran a little haunted house in the Orchard of Cyrene. The people who came seemed to enjoy it, though they could have just been trying to make me feel better.
Razzlo and the Virtuosi put on an interesting concert last night. Ran a little haunted house in the Orchard of Cyrene. The people who came seemed to enjoy it, though they could have just been trying to make me feel better.
Don't undersell it, that was a magnificent performance by everyone.
Razzlo and the Virtuosi put on an interesting concert last night. Ran a little haunted house in the Orchard of Cyrene. The people who came seemed to enjoy it, though they could have just been trying to make me feel better.
Don't undersell it, that was a magnificent performance by everyone.
A lot of hard work went there! The performances were beautiful, weird, amusing, original. It was splendid. Thank you to all of the Virtuosi staff, I really had a blast.
Found my mojo for interior designing and churned out four rooms today for my house. I had to wait for a random thunderstorm to pass before I could finish putting them all in, but I'm really happy to be making progress again. Still have another seven to do yet and I'm hoping to get those finished before I start adding more rooms again.
Twelve down, forty-five to go. Whee.
(D.M.A.): Cooper says, "Kyrra is either the most innocent person in the world, or the girl who uses the most innuendo seemingly unintentionally but really on purpose."
Razzlo and the Virtuosi put on an interesting concert last night. Ran a little haunted house in the Orchard of Cyrene. The people who came seemed to enjoy it, though they could have just been trying to make me feel better.
Don't undersell it, that was a magnificent performance by everyone.
A lot of hard work went there! The performances were beautiful, weird, amusing, original. It was splendid. Thank you to all of the Virtuosi staff, I really had a blast.
It was corny as hell, the frights were all entirely predictable, and so clashing...but that seemed to be the point of it, which made me enjoy it all the more. It ws hilarious. Well done to all.
Did things and stuff like listen to the strumming thrum of the electric guitar unload its beastly energies into the air with mystic food of every king along the delta river cause holocaist omg lets holocause those targ noobs haha fire burning was that a short joke?
Fond thoughts of your homeland, Mhaldor, fill your head as you leave it, ready to embark on new
adventures elsewhere.
Speaking of which, each city should have a different message when you leave. I don't know if a Mhaldorian would have "fond" thoughts of leaving for instance. Seems a bit too sentimental.
Won an elephant calf in the Tower of the Fang, helped out a cute novice, designed a cool dress for Yzarin, and had Ineug force-gift me iron and run then refuse to take the gold.
Also finally upgraded my bow to Lupine the other day and had my shield custom come back approved after about the fourth edit, yay!
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Atalkez says to you in a silky, smooth tenor voice, "I have presents for you."
Jeez you dont hold back @Atalkez ..your making the rest of us look bad
Yay! not bad for a character that is 305 yrs old. Is there a record for the oldest to reach dragon? :P
Uhhhh what is this?
ETA: Nevermind. Gargoyle changing apparently. Terrible timing.
Penwize has cowardly forfeited the challenge to mortal combat issued by Atalkez.
And the wheel keeps turning round and round...
As the pitch midnight skies look upon the land, a strange churning sensation clenches in your gut.
Deepest Stygian night steals over the land as the symbolic hourglass empties and turns, ready to
begin a new day.
It is now the 17th of Scarlatan, 697 years after the fall of the Seleucarian Empire.
Tolling to the midnight hour, the deep bass tones from the clock tower reverberate throughout the
valley and resonate softly through the cool mountain air.
As night blankets the land, a firefly suddenly appears, dancing merrily in the darkness.
You are held immobile by some strange power.
Your limbs feel heavy, and your joints creak with an ache as the leaden weight strains your body.
With a cry to the Bloodsworn Gods, a Duskmere brawler cuts down Atalkez with merciless force.
You are held immobile by some strange power.
The thick taste of dust fills your mouth as your body undertakes a bizarre transformation.
You are held immobile by some strange power.
Your skin turns to a hard grey hue, your back contorts to take on the new shapes, and a heavy frown
labours upon your brow as you take on the form of the gargoyle.
6380h, 3410m, 23172e, 13986w
You cock your head, unable to thwart the urge to fixate upon Salindera.
Imperceptibly slowly you reach forth for Salindera, hands grasping as hungry expectation fills your maw with saliva.
Fingers crook into claws as you continue to stalk Salindera, your attention wholly focussed on her presence, her scent, the heated beating of the life that stands before you.
You are far to fixated upon your victim to do anything.
The object of your ravenous fixation is finally within your grasp. Striving to sate the unnatural urge, you sink your stone teeth, fingers, and claws into Salindera's flesh, and in a fury tear her limb from limb, striping yourself in the gore of your brief obsession.
You have slain Salindera.
On the other hand whomever did this transformation did an amazing job. Was that you @Tecton ?
Tabac good?
Hmm prolly as asthma check.
Don't undersell it, that was a magnificent performance by everyone.
Twelve down, forty-five to go. Whee.
You are about to quit the City of Mhaldor. Enter AGREE if you are sure that you wish to do this.
Taraus has formally declared you an enemy of the City of Mhaldor.
And now new adventurer awaits. Thanks for the good memories, Mhaldor.
A blinding light flashes behind your eyes as you denounce your affiliation to Targossas.
A final chill aches in your bones as you depart from Cyrene.
A dry gust of air whips about you, taking away your bond with Eleusis.
Maddening voices swell before a sudden silence eases your mind as you abandon your ties to Ashtan.
Your hearts wretches as an unseen shadow pulls away from your core, vanishing as you withdraw yourself from Hashan.
Also finally upgraded my bow to Lupine the other day and had my shield custom come back approved after about the fourth edit, yay!