Thanks for all you do @Tecton and Achaea team! You guys are awesome even if this is the longest 20 minutes ever and I don't have entertainment on my lunch. Actually...that's a lie...this thread has had me in stitches. So entertained.
Kinilan's voice sizzles as he tells you, "No no, that can wait."
Kinilan's voice sizzles as he tells you, "I'm just goin....Someone else is just going to drop it later."
You tell Kinilan, "Hah."
You tell Kinilan, "Shouldn't take too long."
...Those
were the last words I ever had with my father before the world ended.
As I sit here huddled beneath the rubble of Creville, I am haunted by
the choices I'd made and the choices I could have made. I think of that shrine, that blasted shrine far out on Eirenwaar, last half standing and now probably so much holy debris like shells on the beach. The old bastard had been right, even if
it hadn't been how he intended. I'd spent the last moments of precious
sense and sanity in the world in the bowels of this house of madness for something that had gone to dust anyway.
It's
been a long time since the last rain, at least none heavy enough to
trickle down into these darkened depths. A month, I reckon by the
inaccurate gauge of noon heat and midnight chill. I cannot see the sun,
neither have I heard another mortal voice no matter how hard or far I
try to reach. The golem keeps the madmen at bay and the light of my
control of fire brings a little visibility, but the magic has to be
rationed. My rift is empty. I am running out of remedies and the pain in
my leg stump drives me to distraction.
Trying to blast my way out of this pocket was as stupid as coming down here in the first place. I was not powerful enough, I'm still not powerful enough. Whenever I look at that collapsed corner of the ceiling, all I can think about is how human flesh smells remarkably like sweet sweet bacon when you sear it to stop the bleeding. The vaunted fortitude of the Logosians is leaving me, but the cockroaches don't come as often. Not since they probably finished what was left of my leg.
I wonder what has become of my brethren, perhaps they have escaped this
cataclysm unscathed, or perhaps at least they were spared this rotting
decline. Sometimes, when sleep finally comes, I dream of the great flood and awake almost drowning in my own summoned water. The more I ponder upon this, perhaps my dreams are a sign. When I close my eyes, I can still hear the sea...
I'd just logged in and there wasn't a downtime notice on login. Although some people were talking about downtime on clan, I didn't really know 'when' it was gonna happen. So I went and did some stuff. It was some bizarre if somewhat cool coincidence I sent that last tell between bashing just seconds before they pulled the plug.
So, while browsing, I found something- the cause to why we're still down. A post, made 3 days ago. Apparently, somebody struck a blow against us first, eh, @Tecton ?
ya know, having the server's down make staying awake for my 11 hours I.T. grave yard shift really really hard! haha Hey @Tecton hire me! i'll fix them up right quick!
I'll forget to message you back later cause my phones achaea message pop-up is now missing. I didn't get to read the message you sent me besides the No part. So i'd just like to mention I -didn't- mean to kill that lady it was totally an accident, and really should be blamed on her curing. I didn't even use impatience! Totally not my fault, further more im no longer a serpent and can't just phase in to buy vials there. I would like to reput in my request to be unenemied and will throw in a piece of candy.
Well as someone sitting at work (and who can't login from work (I have NO idea how the grammar/tense is supposed to work there)) I am grateful the forums are busier than normal
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...Those were the last words I ever had with my father before the world ended. As I sit here huddled beneath the rubble of Creville, I am haunted by the choices I'd made and the choices I could have made. I think of that shrine, that blasted shrine far out on Eirenwaar, last half standing and now probably so much holy debris like shells on the beach. The old bastard had been right, even if it hadn't been how he intended. I'd spent the last moments of precious sense and sanity in the world in the bowels of this house of madness for something that had gone to dust anyway.
It's been a long time since the last rain, at least none heavy enough to trickle down into these darkened depths. A month, I reckon by the inaccurate gauge of noon heat and midnight chill. I cannot see the sun, neither have I heard another mortal voice no matter how hard or far I try to reach. The golem keeps the madmen at bay and the light of my control of fire brings a little visibility, but the magic has to be rationed. My rift is empty. I am running out of remedies and the pain in my leg stump drives me to distraction.
Trying to blast my way out of this pocket was as stupid as coming down here in the first place. I was not powerful enough, I'm still not powerful enough. Whenever I look at that collapsed corner of the ceiling, all I can think about is how human flesh smells remarkably like sweet sweet bacon when you sear it to stop the bleeding. The vaunted fortitude of the Logosians is leaving me, but the cockroaches don't come as often. Not since they probably finished what was left of my leg.
I wonder what has become of my brethren, perhaps they have escaped this cataclysm unscathed, or perhaps at least they were spared this rotting decline. Sometimes, when sleep finally comes, I dream of the great flood and awake almost drowning in my own summoned water. The more I ponder upon this, perhaps my dreams are a sign. When I close my eyes, I can still hear the sea...
REEEEMIIIIIIIIIIIIIX
>.>
So.. what did you do when the server was down?
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Fun fun fun fun...
Tagging @Jovolo, cause another fun champ.
I tried this and it didn't work. Help?
Forever yours,
Caladbolg Van Helsing
@Seftin