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When you insult on forums (Jokingly, Seriously) it is a grave crime against all cities and divines associated with them. Not to mention all religious orders, political organizations, non-profit organizations, educational organizations, and Kiet's mother. The charge is Asmoposting and the fine fixing syntax is "transfer 100 credits to astarod for 0 gold."
With that in mind, you are a spiritually taxing adolescent hotdog-vender-level individual who is barely capable of unpacking toothpicks @Caelan.
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."
Now, was this sarcasm?
(Market): Aegoth says, "Offering 50,000 gold for Stefana's truedeath due to false advertising."
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It was easier and more fun than telling Aegoth I can sail hehe.
That didn't kill it. Not sure whether to be happy that I managed those crits, or sad that it didn't go down. Did about half health of it, with both hits.
The eaves of Yggdrasil shake beneath the ringing of a crier's bell in a campanological salute to Taryius, the first Foozling King named by Loramere's town crier.
Bruyan, the town crier gives a Foozle crown to you.
Bruyan, the town crier shouts, "Hear ye, hear ye! Oh yez! Triumphant Taryius claims crown from humble town crier! Now are the days of the Foozling king! May they be blessed! Oh yez!"
Aegis gives a Vusevian staff of Warfare to you.
Constructed within the forges of Vusevia, this staff is a deliberate recreation of a monument to War. A twisted helical length of blackened steel forms the shaft of the two-handed weapon, its barbarous edges posing as a source of intimidation not only to its victim, but also to the safety of an unskilled practitioner. Although it appears crudely designed, the stave is instead an exceptional testament of the skills of its blacksmith; symbolising the immutable consequences of Warfare, radial symmetry is imbued in its form, while still preserving the fine balance crucial for its function.
You start to wield a Vusevian staff of Warfare in your hands.
Called forth by your touch, innumerable Aegean glyphs flicker into existence upon a Vusevian staff of Warfare, glowing a deep crimson hue and pulsating to the thrum of your heartbeat.
(Aegis, God of War) says, "Use it well, Domnitor Morthif, and continue not to fail Me."
Talking about that with someone else, we chatted and it got me to eventually submitting the following idea, which I actually really like a lot (and I feel like could be easily expanded on).
Then finally, in today's treasure hunt, I ended up finding six gift bags. Three were small assortments of stuff, but the other three completely blow anything I've won on Achaea (at once) out of the water - atavians wings, Ceylonese ring (lvl2 health rip), and an ebony pipe. I was pretty floored.
It's been a good few days, but especially today!
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
You read what is written on an elegant white letter:
Commander Keorin
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After much deliberation, the Shield Scrumptious Survey Committee has
come to the following suggestions and regarding the dish candidates for
the Seleucarian Games Opening Ceremony:
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Prawn Skewers
Jambu Fruit Platter
Soft-Shell Crab Dumpling
Orange vinaigrette tuna sandwich on Rye
Toasted Coconut Jam and Butter Sandwich
Bacon-covered oysters
Salmon Salad
Shark Fin Spring Rolls
Candied Apple Icecream
Flower-carved Mango
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Individuals that helped with this list are:
Synthus
Dynos
Darutan
Emiya
Esti
=== ~*~ ===
Scribed by Sentry Synthus
Sometimes it's the small things, like a nicely formatted letter that someone went out of their way to make a little more fun, that put a smile on my face
Everyone scatters, I follow another citymate, and Snappy Boi starts fighting them. So, okay, sure, tell myself "this is how I die and lose all my hunting exp from this month I guess" and start chopping away at legs cause that's all I know how to do. Chop legs, break legs, stab gud. Then suddenly I get picked up by the friendly city neighborhood dragon and dropped off back in Cyrene... mid-fight.
Okay, that's not that bad. Tell him, "Hey, go save Citymate, Snappy Boi is fighting them." Well apparently they got away or something, and I think "Okay, cool, that's done with."
Nope. Then I start getting tells calling me a coward for "jumping" Snappy Boi, and Snappy Boi says he can definitely hunt me down "like the little coward" I apparently am unless I duel him.
Bro. I'm a 79 that's just starting to get into anything beyond swinging my sword at denizens. I go into raids and sketch thurisaz like a sugar-loaded kindergartner coloring with crayons. I regularly get pulled into rooms with kill groups and get for-the-watch'd faster than you can say "you know nothing Jon Snow." My crowing achievement of raid defense so far is having the audacity to headslam a dragon to stun it so it didn't devour me.
You went all snappy-stabby on my friends, so of course I'm gonna try to Butcher Pete your legs. That doesn't mean I'm some god-tier, arte'd out war master that's trying to "jump" you. I'm a friggin' scrub with a baseline forged sword that's just trying to have fun with the game.
Then @Shirszae tricked me into going back outside, where I promptly got killed by their security system.
You have been slain by Tlalaiad.
Reaching down with a massive hand, Sartan lifts your head and draws a taloned finger across your throat, the wound closing as He does so.
You guys are great.