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Thanks to @Aleth, @Astarod, @Krizal, @Serra, and @Shandrala for helping me out
plate is glazed and has upon it a sculpted rumball ship that appears to be in
the midst of sinking. Crushed, plain biscuit forms the underlying support for
this sculpted confection, mixed with rich cocoa, a dash of nutmeg and smooth,
aged Obelito rum with hints of vanilla holds the firm treat together. A careful
hand has shaped the rumball mixture into a ship, the bow angled up to make it
look like it is sinking into the water-like plate beneath. A toothpick skewered
into the ship forms a mast, a pearlescent moonflower petal crystallised in lemon
flavoured syrup is attached to it to look like a sail. Roasted almonds crushed
to a fine, granulated texture is sprinkled over the whole ship for added crunch.
Hidden like treasure deep within the cargo hold is a liquid-filled fudgy core
mixed with rum and vanilla that gushes out at a bite.
Amidst dodging the growing tide within the city, running past litany compelled guards trying to kill me, and finding any safe spot to be a decent portal target for the Coalition. I was able to pester a few Tsol'teth with my displacement attempts, and even managed to drag Trusad'an into the room... all by my lonesome.
And for one brief moment I was able to be the aggressor, and attack... before getting summarily stomped into the ground.
It's the stupidest thing to be excited over, but it will probably be one of the most memorable moments I'll ever have in Achaea.
I should also mention how Hailqas'an scared the crap out of me earlier in the siege, tracking me down after all my displacing antics, and that my panic concussive phial sent me flying into a stack of traitorous guards.
I'm having a blast.
City done got conquered, good thing i didn't restock last night. That would've been muy sad. Had a shouting match and a weird message from a Tsol'teth haha.
I've been so detached from all the other workings of the game that I p much forgot how to game at all. Like I don't remember aliases, or what 90% of my skillset does or even my options in combat. Also I had to go to work halfway through. But I had fun
the presence of Trusad'an.
Though too far away to accurately perceive details, you see that Trusad'an is in
Cyrene.
You order your falcon to seek Trusad'an.
A small copper falcon flies away.
Your vision is obstructed by a blinding shimmer, leaving you unable to discern
the details of the room.
A small copper falcon, your loyal companion, has been slain by Nahu'an.
I can only imagine how many other people might have been doing the same. Thankfully, mine is collared.
10:13:18 You step through a flickering rift.
10:13:18 Post Office of Cyrene. (indoors)
10:13:18 An ominous creep of amaranthine vapour pervades, its shifting tendrils seeking and spreading across the ground. A runic totem is planted solidly in the ground. A blue-grey feather dangles from the corner of a postal humgii's mouth as it gazes about with wide, innocent eyes. Elongated shadows crawl across the ground here, their shapes ever shifting. Rapacious eyes drinking in her surroundings, Gattan'bahar stands in preternatural stillness. You see a sign indicating there are WARES for sale here.
10:13:18 You see a single exit leading west.
10:13:18 Outside the Cave. (road)
10:13:18 Many of the stars are disguised behind looming clouds, tracing their slow paths across the sphere of the heavens. A symmetrical leather tent is constructed here, providing shelter against the elements. A flickering rift hangs in the air here. Oriath Ashaela, Discurean Pathwalker is here. He wields a thin, Delosian bastard sword in both hands. 10:13:18 You see exits leading southwest and northwest.
10:13:18 You are suddenly able to breathe much easier after leaving the influence of the Tide.
10:13:18 As you enter the influence of the Tide, you are overcome with a deeply unsettling feeling to your core.
Cyrene is off-limits, off-limits.
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."
Dunn tells you, "I hate you."
(Party): You say, "Bad plan coming right up."
that's a lotta font stacks
Dunn tells you, "I hate you."
(Party): You say, "Bad plan coming right up."
In the category of most hated city.
Before Black Wave:
1. Everyone going for the top spot.
During Black Wave:
And the winner is Hashan!
Let's throw a celebratory party full of guard death and mass genocide! Woot!
*** Feel somewhat sorry for Hashan but hey you stuck to your guns and choose a path you thought was best for RP! I salute you!... and then I will kill you! But I will be doing it in honour!
You have deactivated the city's Orb of Confinement.
(Party): You laughingly say, "Orb deactivated."
And THEN: https://ada-young.appspot.com/pastebin/ISv3rynM
...then Hashan turned coat and I got to make bellievers out of a few more Toll'teth, and we had the strongest showing of force against the Tsol'teth to date. I'd say it came to a stalemate, without either side really getting to claim victory.
Dunn tells you, "I hate you."
(Party): You say, "Bad plan coming right up."
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."
XD