Yes, they seem to be leaving every time. How convenient. Oh look, we leave the city and suddenly you have them back!
Weird, you always denied this exact same pattern happening on your end!
Sometimes people are playing at work, or have bed times, or are going out, or a million other things. Maybe they just don't feel like playing.
We threw ourselves at you just fine in the earlier raid when we actually had people that weren't afk/leaving/novices. Even in this raid, the three or four of us in fighting condition were still bugging you, yet you're still gonna rant?
Just was frustrating, you know? But... then again, this IS war, not peace. The whole, "let us enter and do things this way" doesn't happen. *shrugs*
In the end, for all we know, Tlaai... whatever that Tsol'teth's God's name is will come in and both Sartan and Deucalion will do the undoable... work together towards a common goal.
Rant over, now let us eat chocolate chip cookies and drink rum.
Roses and ashes, life and death Both to the ground now asunder Darkness to Light and Evil to Right Let men in solitude now wonder
A heavy reminder of oaths sworn, this large platinum ring signifies the bearer as a Knight of Cyrene. Filigree runes surround the embedded centrepiece, a cerulean sapphire etched deeply with a pair of crossed runeblades. On either side of the large oval gem, a stylised heraldric dragon rears, the fierce symbol of the Heart of the Vashnars. Engraved on it are the words:
Sir Draqoom Van Helsing - 15th of Scarlatan, 745
It has 350 months of usefulness left. It weighs 1 ounce(s). It bears the distinctive mark of Voc.
Been in Cyrene forever, this is the first time, our guard actually talked to me.
-- An imperial guardsman gives you a respectful salute.
You give a horrified gasp.
Cyrenian spectator stands (indoors).
A runic totem is planted solidly in the ground. There are 2 imperial guardsmen here. Possessed of a
preternatural stillness, a venerable monk exudes an aura of quiet tranquillity. Rapier glinting in
the light, a dashing young troubadour fences with an imagined foe. Wings flaring, a pegasus tosses
his regal head impatiently.
You see a single exit leading east.
totem31242 a runic totem
guardsman177485 an imperial guardsman
monk266182 a venerable monk
guardsman297858 an imperial guardsman
troubadour423605 a dashing troubadour
pegasus239186 an alabaster pegasus
Number of objects: 6
You give an imperial guardsman a respectful salute.
An imperial guardsman says, "You are an inspiration, Shield Myrmidon."
You say in an ear numbing, augmented voice, "Thank you!"
You say in an ear numbing, augmented voice, "I try."
Your mouth turns up as your face breaks into a smile.
An imperial guardsman says, "I may only be a guard, but I see many try. Few succeed. I believe you
are the latter."
The corners of your mouth turn up as you grin mischievously.
You say in an ear numbing, augmented voice, "I do try very hard."
You say in an ear numbing, augmented voice, "The fact is that I kinda enjoy it."
You say in an ear numbing, augmented voice, "So I follow through long enough to attain it."
You say in an ear numbing, augmented voice, "Still doesn't stop me from continuing."
You say in an ear numbing, augmented voice, "Combat, is too, deep."
An imperial guardsman nods his head at you, showing his acceptance.
You say in an ear numbing, augmented voice, "How are you?"
An imperial guardsman glances around with a furtive expression.
You chuckle long and heartily.
An imperial guardsman says, "Perhaps my feet hurt a bit from standing at attention all the time."
You say in an ear numbing, augmented voice, "Hey I have been here for a long time, this is the first
time I actually speak with you."
You shake hands firmly with an imperial guardsman.
An imperial guardsman bows respectfully to you.
An imperial guardsman says, "It is an honour, Myrmidon."
You say in an ear numbing, augmented voice, "I appreciate your protection of us."
An imperial guardsman says, "As you said of yourself, we try."
Your mouth turns up as your face breaks into a smile. You say in an ear numbing, augmented voice, "Do you spectate a lot of spars?"
An imperial guardsman says, "Some, aye."
An imperial guardsman says, "Those of the Shield, and of those without who seek to employ our arena.
I think there is often much to learn from them all."
You nod your head emphatically.
You say in an ear numbing, augmented voice, "Indeed!"
An imperial guardsman says, "But I speak too much. I should return to my duties."
You say in an ear numbing, augmented voice, "I guess that's how you are so powerful."
You nod your head emphatically.
You say in an ear numbing, augmented voice, "Great speaking with you."
An imperial guardsman nods his head at you.
You incline your head politely.
An imperial guardsman gives you a respectful salute.
An imperial guardsman says, "And you, Myrmidon." An imperial guardsman returns to his guard position, eyes scanning the area.
--
The fact that I am not really good with RP, not having grown up in D&D kind of influence (I know emperors but not kings...), I am kinda shocked and totally felt I am attending an examination / interview...LOL
You call out "Fire!" and release the mechanism on a ballista. A heavy wooden shaft streaks from "The Fickle Mistress" toward a raging shraymor, burying itself deeply in its side. A raging shraymor is defeated and begins to sink to the depths. Your soul cries out in ecstasy as it reaches new heights of power. You have advanced to level 124. You have reached the illustrious level of Avatar of Supramortal Existence.
Tharos, the Announcer of Delos shouts, "It's near the end of the egghunt and I still haven't figured out how to pronounce Clean-dat-hoo."
Comments
Sometimes people are playing at work, or have bed times, or are going out, or a million other things. Maybe they just don't feel like playing.
We threw ourselves at you just fine in the earlier raid when we actually had people that weren't afk/leaving/novices. Even in this raid, the three or four of us in fighting condition were still bugging you, yet you're still gonna rant?
Just was frustrating, you know? But... then again, this IS war, not peace. The whole, "let us enter and do things this way" doesn't happen. *shrugs*
In the end, for all we know, Tlaai... whatever that Tsol'teth's God's name is will come in and both Sartan and Deucalion will do the undoable... work together towards a common goal.
Rant over, now let us eat chocolate chip cookies and drink rum.
Both to the ground now asunder
Darkness to Light and Evil to Right
Let men in solitude now wonder
Both to the ground now asunder
Darkness to Light and Evil to Right
Let men in solitude now wonder
Filigree runes surround the embedded centrepiece, a cerulean sapphire etched deeply with a pair of
crossed runeblades. On either side of the large oval gem, a stylised heraldric dragon rears, the
fierce symbol of the Heart of the Vashnars.
Engraved on it are the words:
Sir Draqoom Van Helsing - 15th of Scarlatan, 745
It has 350 months of usefulness left.
It weighs 1 ounce(s).
It bears the distinctive mark of Voc.
New term, new notebooks, and as I was scanning the old ones I came across some of my old Hashan plans:
The spectre (pun, kekeke) of what could have been!
Oh fck. You don't like old customers...
Ngh, your handwriting is so hot. I love it.
ugrach needs moisturizer
--
An imperial guardsman gives you a respectful salute.
You say in an ear numbing, augmented voice, "Do you spectate a lot of spars?"
An imperial guardsman returns to his guard position, eyes scanning the area.
--
The fact that I am not really good with RP, not having grown up in D&D kind of influence (I know emperors but not kings...), I am kinda shocked and totally felt I am attending an examination / interview...LOL
Still glad I sent my appreciate across!
@Cyrene
Tecton-Today at 6:17 PM
A heavy wooden shaft streaks from "The Fickle Mistress" toward a raging shraymor, burying itself deeply in its side.
A raging shraymor is defeated and begins to sink to the depths.
Your soul cries out in ecstasy as it reaches new heights of power. You have advanced to level 124.
You have reached the illustrious level of Avatar of Supramortal Existence.
Aye, no idea how many of those though