You say to a pirate with an eye-patch, "Before we begin, have you considered giving up the life of piracy and undertakin a new direction of employin yer considerable nautical skills in healthy and moral place such as tradin, fishin or if you require martial challenge as a member of a privateer band rather than preying on traders and explorers?"
A pirate with an eye-patch tilts his head to one side while looking at nothing in particular, rubs his chin, and thoughtfully mumbles "Hrm."
A pirate with an eye-patch says, "No."
You say to a pirate with an eye-patch, "Would you like some time or a discussion in which I do not have to pummel you and the rest of the island into the ground in the time-honoured fashion of hypocrisy?"
A pirate with an eye-patch says, "Pummel away, landlubber."
You say to a pirate with an eye-patch, "Alright, thanks fer thinkin about it, we'll try again next
month."
A pirate with an eye-patch begins to tend to his wounds.
Grunting with the effort, a scantily dressed prostitute kicks you in the knee. A pirate with an eye-patch easily draws his blade and slices your flesh like butter with it.
(svof): You dead, son
A scantily dressed prostitute raises an eyebrow questioningly.
You say to a pirate with an eye-patch, "Well."
You are dead, perhaps you should "Embrace Death".
A pirate with an eye-patch says, "Next month, then?"
A pirate with an eye-patch begins to tend to his wounds.
A pirate with an eye-patch doffs his hat cordially.
You say, "I'll bring the Pig next time, make it a bit more interestin for yeh."
Drained of her life in supplication to the Daughter of the Void, Aucri descends at last into endless repose, the triplicate gaze of her dagger-wielding father figure fading from her hollow eyes.
Drained of her life in supplication to the Daughter of the Void, Aucri descends at last into endless repose, the triplicate gaze of her dagger-wielding father figure fading from her hollow eyes.
All of my feels.
You should stay away from Eko, just cause you murdeted your urchin doesn’t mean you can corrupt ours. No matter how much she likes you.
Drained of her life in supplication to the Daughter of the Void, Aucri descends at last into endless repose, the triplicate gaze of her dagger-wielding father figure fading from her hollow eyes.
All of my feels.
I'd give you my condolences, but the little bitch called me chubby.
Seriously, though, that whole thing was heart-wrenching, and I loved every minute of it.
My avatar is an image created by this very talented gentleman, of whose work I am extremely jealous. It was not originally a picture of Amunet, but it certainly looks a great deal like how I envision her!
Davok exclaims in Mhaldorian in a grim, resonant voice, "Hail Sartan!"
Your daegger comes racing towards you, stopping unnaturally quickly to land in your grasp.
Your aura of weapons rebounding disappears.
You begin to blend your mind with that of the daegger, suppressing your disgust as its alien thoughts come into contact with yours.
(7454|6492|49.1%) (x_|bdck_) (-300m, 4.3%)
With your daegger guiding your hand, you start to close in on Davok.
(7454|6567|49.1%) (xe|bdck_)
The blade on the daegger separates into a semblance of teeth as you prepare for the final strike.
(7454|6707|49.1%) (xe|bdck_) (+140m, 2.0%)
Your daegger plunges its serrated blade into Davok's chest. As the daegger slowly withdraws from the jagged wound, his still-beating heart comes with it.
If you're not blubbering irl I don't even know you.
I'm not involved in the slightest and I instantly got sad.
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
Precursor - A tattoo faded earlier today. I spent five minutes trying to figure it out while I was half awake, and fixing some aliases. Grabbed a stencil thinking I had the right tattoo in mind.
Now after a decent evening of feeshing, I make a root-beer float consisting of mostly ice-cream and get ready to qq, but raiders arrive. Figure I'll help for a few minutes.
Turns out that faded tattoo was a cloak, and I get summoned into a Mhaldor party. Well... shit.
But I did get to test a phial of devitalisation before I was stomped!
My float is soggy puddle now, but I had such a blast.
"Alas. Alas for Hamlin. The Mayor sent east, west, north, and south. To offer the Piper by word of mouth. Wherever it was men's lot to find him, silver and gold to his heart's content. If only he'd return the way he went."
17:01:11 Imbuing your form with the might of earth, you launch a terrible assault upon a proud ducal guard, raining blow after blow down upon him with your empowered fists.
17:01:11 You have scored an ANNIHILATINGLY POWERFUL CRITICAL hit!
17:01:11 A proud ducal guard falls backward in a blur of rippling black robes, graceful even in death.
17:01:11 You have slain a proud ducal guard, retrieving the corpse.
17:01:11 A jagged crimson shard appears and clatters to the ground.
17:01:11 A large pile of sovereigns spills from the corpse.
17:01:11 You must wait a short time before you can use a battlerage ability again.
17:01:11 You rain a flurry of blows down upon a proud ducal guard with your stone fists.
17:01:11 You have scored a WORLD-SHATTERING CRITICAL hit!!!
17:01:11 A proud ducal guard falls backward in a blur of rippling black robes, graceful even in death.
17:01:11 The blow is too much for the weakened form of a proud ducal guard and he crumples, broken, to the ground.
17:01:11 You have slain a proud ducal guard, retrieving the corpse.
17:01:11 A large pile of sovereigns spills from the corpse.
Pwned a couple of ducal guards. This never, ever happens to me, so I was like, OMGERSH TIA. GET THE CAMERA.
Got 5K 'crusade' essence and two dictates off for the low, low price of getting destroyed by targies x 4 times.
All in all, not a bad day.
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."
Mhaldor gets flattened by the Cyrenian Zerg swarm, Mhaldor pulls off double-digit deliverance kills, only thing I'm mad about is kai choke hitting through incandescence.
(Court Coliseum): You say, "This cape is allowing me to go deeper into LHG than I have ever been."
(Court Coliseum): You say, "Managed the shewolf room solo"
(Court Coliseum): Rispok says, "Did you already get the fire eels and werepanthers?"
(Court Coliseum): You say, "No."
- 2019/02/18 14:21:40 - A sleek black werepanther has ripped open Sobriquet's torso, leaving his innards to spill onto the ground.
Joking aside, for someone who hunts as much as I do I've never really been into LHG due to how tough the mobs were. This cape has allowed me to have a new experience today, new area, new mobs and a new death.
You have scored a CRUSHING CRITICAL hit! A stout footsoldier gasps with pain. A stout footsoldier exclaims, "I die... for the glory of
Sirocco!" You have slain a stout footsoldier, retrieving the corpse. You have learned a new Attainment ability: Polymath. Your soul cries out in ecstasy as it reaches new heights of power. You
have advanced to level 100. You have reached the illustrious level of The Dragon Lord. You have received 25 Bound Credits! A small pile of sovereigns spills from the corpse. You feel a surge of energy course through your body as a Luminai
officer's cape feeds upon the lifeforce of your fallen foe. [Rage]: +4.3. Total: 19.0 Now Available: Excoriate
This level is dedicated to: my new deathcape, the promo xp bonus, everyone I killed with arrows yesterday, and of course the brave soldiers of Sirocco.
________________________ The soul of Ashmond says, "Always with the sniping."
(Clan): Ictinus says, "Stop it Jiraishin, you're making me like you."
(Court Coliseum): You say, "This cape is allowing me to go deeper into LHG than I have ever been."
(Court Coliseum): You say, "Managed the shewolf room solo"
(Court Coliseum): Rispok says, "Did you already get the fire eels and werepanthers?"
(Court Coliseum): You say, "No."
- 2019/02/18 14:21:40 - A sleek black werepanther has ripped open Sobriquet's torso, leaving his innards to spill onto the ground.
Joking aside, for someone who hunts as much as I do I've never really been into LHG due to how tough the mobs were. This cape has allowed me to have a new experience today, new area, new mobs and a new death.
That's perfectly doable without a cape, except for the peak room with all the non-roaming werepanthers. I literally have no health artefacts and can clear that area. It just requires caution.
(Savants): Ezekial the Scholar says, "Do not mistake this for concern, but the child that has been sleeping about in the estate and making a dreadful mess of my tomes appears to have stopped coming back to sleep."
(Savants): You say, "Aye. She is no longer with us."
(Savants): Ezekial the Scholar says, "Fell into a gutter, did she?"
(Savants): You say, "Something like that."
(Savants): Ezekial the Scholar says, "I see. I trust that I may dispose of the squealing pet she's left behind then?"
(Savants): You say, "I'll take it off your hands."
walkwalk
A muted lounge. (indoors)
Set into the peculiar pattern of a bisected spiral, a bundle of dried and fresh
flowers presides upon a clear spot of the floor. A runic totem is planted
solidly in the ground. A sigil in the shape of a small, rectangular monolith is
on the ground. Little more than a fur-covered mound of fat with a snub tail, an
obese beaver kit waddles around with difficulty.
You see a single exit leading south.
A rather fat beaver kit squeaks and runs about in circles around you.
p beaver He is loyal to Dunn.
1tear 2tear 300tear ima be the best grandpa to Aucri's pet.
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You say to a pirate with an eye-patch, "Before we begin, have you considered giving up the life of piracy and undertakin a new direction of employin yer considerable nautical skills in healthy and moral place such as tradin, fishin or if you require martial challenge as a member of a privateer band rather than preying on traders and explorers?"
Results of disembowel testing | Knight limb counter | GMCP AB files
Found an odd thing re: momentum and Qurnok. Only happens there, though!
lol sorry not sorry Tasus
1.7 seconds from first attack to kill through starburst
All of my feels.
Did Lord Babel have a kid just now?
And you won't understand the cause of your grief...
...But you'll always follow the voices beneath.
Seriously, though, that whole thing was heart-wrenching, and I loved every minute of it.
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I'm not involved in the slightest and I instantly got sad.
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
Dunn tells you, "I hate you."
(Party): You say, "Bad plan coming right up."
Now after a decent evening of feeshing, I make a root-beer float consisting of mostly ice-cream and get ready to qq, but raiders arrive. Figure I'll help for a few minutes.
Turns out that faded tattoo was a cloak, and I get summoned into a Mhaldor party. Well... shit.
But I did get to test a phial of devitalisation before I was stomped!
My float is soggy puddle now, but I had such a blast.
Pwned a couple of ducal guards. This never, ever happens to me, so I was like, OMGERSH TIA. GET THE CAMERA.
Got 5K 'crusade' essence and two dictates off for the low, low price of getting destroyed by targies x 4 times.
All in all, not a bad day.
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."
Joking aside, for someone who hunts as much as I do I've never really been into LHG due to how tough the mobs were. This cape has allowed me to have a new experience today, new area, new mobs and a new death.
A stout footsoldier gasps with pain.
A stout footsoldier exclaims, "I die... for the glory of Sirocco!"
You have slain a stout footsoldier, retrieving the corpse.
You have learned a new Attainment ability: Polymath.
Your soul cries out in ecstasy as it reaches new heights of power. You have
advanced to level 100.
You have reached the illustrious level of The Dragon Lord.
You have received 25 Bound Credits!
A small pile of sovereigns spills from the corpse.
You feel a surge of energy course through your body as a Luminai officer's cape
feeds upon the lifeforce of your fallen foe.
[Rage]: +4.3. Total: 19.0 Now Available: Excoriate
This level is dedicated to: my new deathcape, the promo xp bonus, everyone I killed with arrows yesterday, and of course the brave soldiers of Sirocco.
The soul of Ashmond says, "Always with the sniping."
(Clan): Ictinus says, "Stop it Jiraishin, you're making me like you."
(Savants): You say, "Aye. She is no longer with us."
(Savants): You say, "I'll take it off your hands."
walkwalk
A rather fat beaver kit squeaks and runs about in circles around you.
p beaver
He is loyal to Dunn.
1tear 2tear 300tear ima be the best grandpa to Aucri's pet.
And you won't understand the cause of your grief...
...But you'll always follow the voices beneath.
...because I ran at the first sight of danger like the cowardly snake I am.
The soul of Ashmond says, "Always with the sniping."
(Clan): Ictinus says, "Stop it Jiraishin, you're making me like you."