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Ummm... Today we stopped some pesky rogue Shaman from trying to smudge our defendable totem constantly, for like an hour or so... Persistent, if nothing else...
Said Shaman called us pitiful, and then tried guilting me into dueling them. Then threatening, berating and insulting me when I said no. That was fun I suppose.
New house advancement things setup, too. Yay progress.
The day is young, but off to a good start while I'm at work
As long as you cut the duration on piety by 90%, quadruple the devotion cost, and make it require the choice between resurrecting your fallen ally or using their corpse to use ranged gravehands exactly once.
p.s. you have a rite called pilgrimage
Ranged gravehands plus soulspear providing an actual damaging ranged attack to Apostate (unlike priest) do make Mhaldor far better at LoS though.
We're better at turtling.
Lost said profit at the blackjack table in two hands.
Back to hunting. In the 12 years I have been playing I am currently at my highest level ever at 80 and 30% woo
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scanned archive.org for the old achaea.com page and found the old Apostate Guild symbol.(Look at my profile pic)
Trying to survive work so I can get home and start practicing some pvp.
Tears flow freely from your eyes as Aegis appoints you to an Aegean Warlord
Mortal order head: Morthif
You will now be known as Prophet of War, Lung Daimyo Caelan, Aegean Warlord, by order of Aegis, God of War.
I lol'd a little at this
The firmament burns with white-hot fire as the pure, baritone voice of Deucalion calls out, "I cannot fault their taste but it does strike as a bit less than domination of Creation."
Thousands of daemons howl and shriek as Sartan, the Malevolent roars above the cacophony, "You mock Me Fire Sprite, but the terms set forth by Your martyrs speak volumes on their dedication to Your supposed cause."
The firmament burns with white-hot fire as the pure, baritone voice of Deucalion calls out, "Perhaps. Though no doubt the likelihood of Your fog dwellers abiding by any terms comes into play. Any effort of Mine is likely wasted."
Thousands of daemons howl and shriek as Sartan, the Malevolent roars above the cacophony, "If You are willing to borrow some courage of Your own, let Us convene and discuss something more....binding."
A bolt of luminous flame strikes the Delosian bridge, materialising into the form of the Righteous Fire.
Both to the ground now asunder
Darkness to Light and Evil to Right
Let men in solitude now wonder
Deucalion, the Righteous Fire says to Sartan, "What do You have to say that might be of interest to Me?"
Sartan, Lord of Evil says, "Control your twitching and such mortals, else I control it for you."
Sartan, Lord of Evil says to Deucalion, "Let Us discuss terms worthy of Us."
Atalkez attempts to stifle his amusement but cannot help laughing aloud.
Heaving the Blade of Perdition above His head, the Malevolent One cleaves Atalkez apart, the jagged edge of the blade rending his flesh and spraying carnage everywhere.
Deucalion, the Righteous Fire says, "Very well, let Us speak seriously. My faith in Mine is absolute. I know their worth. I can understand why You may be slightly more hesitant."
The soul of Atalkez says in a silky, smooth tenor voice, "Aww."
Sartan, Lord of Evil says, "Hesitant? If there is any hesitation, it is only to allow You to join Me willingly."
Sartan, Lord of Evil says, "If seeing Your playthings destroyed is what it will take, so be it."
Deucalion, the Righteous Fire says, "Ah, that is Your angle then. Well, if that is what You wish, You know what I would require of You once the Dawnspear prevails."
Sartan, Lord of Evil says, "Very well."
Deucalion, the Righteous Fire says, "A century or two should suffice."
Deucalion, the Righteous Fire says, "Though I am sure they can work out details. Well, I am sure Mine can."
Sartan, Lord of Evil says, "You have put much faith in these weaklings."
Deucalion smiles slightly.
Sartan, Lord of Evil says, "Interesting."
Sartan appears out of thin air.
A streak of velvety red darts around the room quietly.
Sartan, Lord of Evil says, "I accept such a term, but I will counter with once My servants eradicate your embers, they will be allowed within the city unmolested to preach My ways."
Deucalion, the Righteous Fire says, "Very well. Though it will go both ways. The victor will spread their teachings to the defeated and the defeated will spread their teachings to no one."
Sartan, Lord of Evil says, "So be it."Deucalion, the Righteous Fire says, "Are Your squirrel fondlers willing to risk something a bit more, I wonder?"
Sartan, Lord of Evil says, "What else do you have to offer Me, Fire Sprite? Lumber?"
Deucalion, the Righteous Fire says, "Freedom of the need to sustain the lives of the slaves that reside on Your isle. Their freedom."
A column of crimson vapor erupts before you, and a primal scream escapes Shirszaeas the smell of decayed flesh is all that left behind as the vapor dissapates.
Sartan, Lord of Evil says, "Learn discipline mortals."
Sartan chuckles long and heartily at Deucalion.
Sartan, Lord of Evil says, "Ever the one to worry about others."
Sartan, Lord of Evil says, "I will not release all of My slaves, but if Your lot can muster a better showing than they did against the Warmonger, then I will allow a few to be set free."
Deucalion, the Righteous Fire says, "A few hundred then?"
Deucalion, the Righteous Fire says, "Or a few thousand? Is Your city capable of functioning without the free labor of the supposed weak?"
Sartan, Lord of Evil says, "A hundred, a thousand, it matters not."
Sartan, Lord of Evil says, "Since your confidence is so high, then You would have no issue with sending a few thousand to join My slave pens upon Your defeat?"
Sartan, Lord of Evil says, "I am sure they would learn a great deal from My slave master."
Sartan, Lord of Evil says, "And would likely thank You in the end."
Deucalion, the Righteous Fire says, "Your delusions know few bounds. Very well."
Sartan, Lord of Evil says, "Splendid."
Sartan, Lord of Evil says, "I will enjoy watching them be stripped of the weakness You have instilled into them."
Ailea Lichlord is ripped from your location by an unseen force.
Ailea's feeble form has exploded violently from the power of Evil.
Deucalion, the Righteous Fire says, "The Growth that will occur from the masses freed from Your influence will be quite pleasing to Me as well."
Sartan, Lord of Evil says, "Again, once My forces are victorious, You will follow through with Our other matter. Do you agree?"
Deucalion, the Righteous Fire says, "Of the two of Us, My word is not the one in question."
Sartan, Lord of Evil says, "You mistake Me for the Dark One."
Deucalion, the Righteous Fire says, "Simply attempt to prepare Yourself to be somewhat useful when the Dawnspear finishes with your forces."
Deucalion, the Righteous Fire says, "Mortals, work out the details. Remove the dancing. Though, I suppose if you keep it, Sartan might do Targossas' work for them and kill off the rest of Mhaldor."
Deucalion, the Righteous Fire says, "With that in mind, by all means, keep the dancing."
Deucalion smirks at Sartan.
Fire and fury attend Deucalion, His form burning swiftly into little more than ash and smoke.
Both to the ground now asunder
Darkness to Light and Evil to Right
Let men in solitude now wonder
It seems even the gods are against @Cooper . It just was not fated to be! But will he give up? Will his resolve ever weaken?
...Probably not.
#ShipCoorah
(We will demand a recounting, though, for the sake of ... you know, records and stuff.)
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
LOL
Atalkez
a black iron portrait locket
Black iron, lightly polished, creates an innocuous backdrop of this clasped locket and its simple chain. Within the hinged confines, paint picks out the winking visage of the item's owner, with a skeletal hand clutched about the neck, upon an oval of black enamel that is clasped in place by four jagged fang prongs. Fine petals of nacre graft a twisting flower upon the front, the shifting hues creating a confusingly delicate imagery that is at once bloomed yet a bud, both withered and verduous.
Pparently Sartan just fucking assploded Rageblade & Golden Braid RIP @Cooper / @Hirst
Finally, after hard work and a long time, is a meaningful achievement to me.
We whooped em all. Kondar tried to have peace talks and Lyrin ruined it (alongside his own actions) and we whooped em 4v3.