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Mine were not really made for historical reasons. It's just the colours I associate with the cities. Cyrene will always be blue to me. Here's how it looks on my screen!
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One of the symptoms of an approaching nervous breakdown is the belief that one's work is terribly important
You refine 1 globebottom pieces, 1 globetop pieces, and 1 hornleftstrap pieces...
You carefully put together the lens in your monocle and attach the clasp and catch.
You feel the tightness in your hamstring subside, allowing free movement once
again.
[System]: Running queued eqbal command: QUEUEALIAS
There is no door to the up.
Ada backs away and eases off.
You slip away to the up and successfully evade your pursuers.
Terrace of the Light.
On the same prompt. Whew.
Allow me to direct you to "Who Broke the Game?"
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.
We are what we pretend to be, so we must be careful about what we pretend to be.
Dressed in cotton overalls and a plain white undershirt, this little halfling is the perfect image of idyllic village life. The only exception to his rural appearance is a gaudy and oversized purple tricorne atop his head. Were it not for some skilled tailor's alterations, the hat would threaten to obscure Wilo's entire head. Still not quite a teenager, the child does not even reach most human hips in height.
Wilo, a tiny halfling child does not look particularly dangerous.
He has 100% health remaining.
He weighs about 56 pounds.
You see nothing in it.
a n g e r y
Mezghar sits down.
With a pop of your knuckles, you bury your foot under Mezghar's back and flip
your helpless victim onto his stomach.
Holding Mezghar's head up, you snap your wrist, sending your whip to wrap
around his neck. You casually place your foot upon the small of his back and
jerk the whip viciously backwards so that it bites deeply into his throat.
Blood streams down from Mezghar's shattered windpipe as he gasps uselessly for
air, and you smirk with satisfaction at your enemy's impending fate.
Sothantos sighs slowly.
As you pull your whip back further, you hear a satisfying 'SNAP' and feel
Mezghar go limp underneath you. The deed done, you unravel your whip and step
back from your victim, leaving his lifeless corpse on the ground as a warning
to others of the folly of crossing you.
Mezghar falls limply to the ground.
You have slain Mezghar.
An armoured emu runs in, squawking loudly and angrily.
An armoured emu launches itself at you, tackling you to the ground and leaping
atop you, rapidly crushing your windpipe.
You have been slain by an armoured emu.
Your starburst tattoo flares as the world is momentarily tinted red.
A group of 9 green inks falls out of your inventory.
You have been slain by an armoured emu.
Your mana drains away as you concentrate on maintaining a link with the living.
The soul of Ashmond says, "Always with the sniping."
(Clan): Ictinus says, "Stop it Jiraishin, you're making me like you."
The soul of Ashmond says, "Always with the sniping."
(Clan): Ictinus says, "Stop it Jiraishin, you're making me like you."
The soul of Ashmond says, "Always with the sniping."
(Clan): Ictinus says, "Stop it Jiraishin, you're making me like you."
But the one I really miss is Grigoria.
The soul of Ashmond says, "Always with the sniping."
(Clan): Ictinus says, "Stop it Jiraishin, you're making me like you."