To whoever heard my request for a demonstration, thank you! That is a seriously awesome looking deathsight! I'm going to go rest with a stupid grin on my face!
Bloodthirsty shrieks echo through the Vashnars as an oscillating lake wyrm consumes what remains of Ayani in a maddening frenzy.
Mhaldor decided to come harass us as we were recovering the bodies of the fallen that recently started washing up along the shores of the Muurn.
After a couple of skirmishes they tried a breathrain. I was distracted and almost didn't catch it, but got a becalm off just in the nick of time.
Several eventful seconds later, we'd accounted for two of the attackers and the rest duanathared. Becalm FTW
I forgot to put totem defs up or I'd have easily survived due to TF tankiness But we knew going in we'd likely get owned since it was like just four of us and you guys were all grouped in a group of like 30 (I honestly believed it was because you were fighting Aegoth haha, not an event).
Beach on Lake Muurn. (30+ lines snipped, you'll see why in a moment) You see exits leading north, east, south, and southwest.
> info here corpse (snip) Number of matching objects: 60 (out of 71 total)
> info here pile pile456978 a heaping pile of corpses pile484513 a heaping pile of corpses pile363159 a heaping pile of corpses pile504846 a heaping pile of corpses pile501803 a heaping pile of corpses pile380723 a heaping pile of corpses pile455641 a heaping pile of corpses pile501824 a heaping pile of corpses pile326259 a heaping pile of corpses pile294187 a heaping pile of corpses
> p pile A grotesque collection of corpses litters the ground, piled atop one another in a macabre facsimile of a wood pile. The deceased consist primarily of the city guard, but plenty of innocent, be they young, elderly, or in between, contribute to this massive collection of cadavers. Brought on by blood, bloat, and the beginnings of decay, the overwhelming stench of death emanates from the bodies. Ever opportunistic, a cloud of flies buzzes about the area, alighting on the deceased flesh to have their fill. It weighs about 3781 pounds.
When New Londo was flooded to contain their corrupted knights and their kings, the citizens of New Londo also fell victim to the flood. The ghosts of the citizens now haunt the ruins of their old city, inadvertently acting as guardians, keeping any intruder from getting close to the seal.
I'm rather partial to the new wyrms that Cyrene got, but I'd so be down with Cyrenean ghost guards too.
Today, after several RL years of indecision, I settled on the following:
The arms of Mathonwy: Cendree, a crow close contourny dexter and a crow close sinister.
In modern Achaean: A crow wings folded facing right positioned near the left and a crow wings folded
positioned near the right, on a dark grey background.
I really hope we get the long promised, much teased heraldry update sometime within the next couple of years.
My fingers are hovering above the "Delete Heraldry" button as we speak.
As great as heraldry is in general, I think that would be an improvement at this point. Would be great to see a more easily understandable and manageable system with still some traditional flair, as well as licensed Heralds getting an opportunity to earn for the work they do.
Once again, hunting with @Kuririn, and he gets the kill-shot that sends me over
Stepping forward, Kuririn drives the end of a knotted willow staff into the left arm of a sword spider outrider.
[Rage]: +0.5. Total: 60.8
Continuing his kata, Kuririn spins a knotted willow staff in his hands and drives the weapon into the right arm of a sword spider outrider.
A sword spider outrider has been slain by Kuririn. Still clawing at a strange, spiderweb-shaped pendant hanging from his neck, a sword spider outrider expires upon the ground.
Your soul cries out in ecstasy as it reaches new heights of power. You have advanced to level 98.
You have reached the illustrious level of Lady of Creation.
A large pile of sovereigns spills from the corpse.
Got stuck at an IRL thing longer than I thought, arrived late to Achaea, and finished planning the opening ceremony of Mhaldor's 500 year anniversary in far less time than I would have wanted. Ceremony went okay though, I think, and I'm not usually one for bombastic Aegothesque gestures anyway...
nah. I just stocked up on all the important stuff. I rarely, if ever, smoke the weed. The smiley spam (even just the SVOF "saved you from seeing a smiley" spam) is absolutely annoying, and I see enough of it when I get hit with crap while hunting reagents and stuff. I'd rather do bliss or gleam anyday.
Taking bashing’s more seriously because I’m pretty motivated to get dragon for some reason. For the first time ever I made it to the top floor of Dun Fortress, excited I went to clear the rest of the rooms because “oh easy only a few more rooms”.
And then I met the Baron, I don’t know the last time I died so fast.
I logged in for the first time in a long time and started to re-setup since I'm on a fresh install. Lots of work still to do, but coming together pretty nicely. Thanks to @Melodie and @Aegoth for fielding all my silly questions.
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Bloodthirsty shrieks echo through the Vashnars as an oscillating lake wyrm consumes what remains of Ayani in a maddening frenzy.
Sorry though, like Kiet said, didn't know there was a thing going on, we were just swinging at a defense group.
(30+ lines snipped, you'll see why in a moment)
You see exits leading north, east, south, and southwest.
> info here corpse
(snip)
Number of matching objects: 60 (out of 71 total)
> info here pile
pile456978 a heaping pile of corpses
pile484513 a heaping pile of corpses
pile363159 a heaping pile of corpses
pile504846 a heaping pile of corpses
pile501803 a heaping pile of corpses
pile380723 a heaping pile of corpses
pile455641 a heaping pile of corpses
pile501824 a heaping pile of corpses
pile326259 a heaping pile of corpses
pile294187 a heaping pile of corpses
> p pile
A grotesque collection of corpses litters the ground, piled atop one another in a macabre facsimile
of a wood pile. The deceased consist primarily of the city guard, but plenty of innocent, be they
young, elderly, or in between, contribute to this massive collection of cadavers. Brought on by
blood, bloat, and the beginnings of decay, the overwhelming stench of death emanates from the
bodies. Ever opportunistic, a cloud of flies buzzes about the area, alighting on the deceased flesh
to have their fill. It weighs about 3781 pounds.
Copy/paste/repeat all along the shoreline...
And you won't understand the cause of your grief...
...But you'll always follow the voices beneath.
Still clawing at a strange, spiderweb-shaped pendant hanging from his neck, a sword spider outrider expires upon the ground.
Glancing into your rift, you see:
And then I met the Baron, I don’t know the last time I died so fast.
Hi everyone