A grim hush settles over the world. You find yourself, alongside all other inhabitants of overland Achaea, frozen in obedient paralysis, desperately awaiting a command from a long vanished race.
You lack the command over your facalties to achieve this.
The unyielding tones of Gattan'bahar exude preternatural conviction as she calls out, "Attend my voice."
You lack the command over your facalties to achieve this.
Poised at the very peak of the firmament, the fiery sun casts its radiant gaze across the land.
Unwanted relief fills your being at the issued mandate and, without any other recourse, your full attention turns fervently towards the voice.
The unyielding tones of Gattan'bahar exude preternatural conviction as she calls out, "That your ability to resist our will is as pathetic now as it was in eons past should ensure you heed me well. "
The unyielding tones of Gattan'bahar exude preternatural conviction as she calls out, "However, history suggests your intelligence levels to be so shockingly primitive I wonder whether you possess the capacity to understand my words."
The unyielding tones of Gattan'bahar exude preternatural conviction as she calls out, "Not that it matters in the great scheme of things."
The unyielding tones of Gattan'bahar exude preternatural conviction as she calls out, "It was suggested that in the spirit of efficiency we might offer you a choice to surrender now and report for processing so you may be assigned to a more useful purpose."
The unyielding tones of Gattan'bahar exude preternatural conviction as she calls out, "Careful observation revealed that the probability of your taking, or even comprehending the sense of that choice is so dreadfully small it is simply not worth the time."
The unyielding tones of Gattan'bahar exude preternatural conviction as she calls out, "No doubt you will prefer to flail about in some semblance of resistance until such time as we get around to forcefully processing you."
The unyielding tones of Gattan'bahar exude preternatural conviction as she calls out, "Far be it for us to disrupt your quaint cultural norms in these, your final days of frivolity."
The unyielding tones of Gattan'bahar exude preternatural conviction as she calls out, "We would ask that you keep your screaming and copious bleeding to a minimum if at all possible. There is no need to make this messy."
The silence stretches, bearing increased control of your own faculties on its foreboding wings along with a waning of the compulsion to hearken to the impassive voice.
The unyielding tones of Gattan'bahar exude preternatural conviction as she calls out, "Oh, yes, one more thing."
A wave of raw, unbridled power sweeps over the land with searching intensity. As it encounters the sacred shrines scattered across cities, villages, and even temples, it leaves naught but scattered rubble in its destructive wake.
With a fatalistic groan, even the once-indomitable master shrines of the Gods succumb and crumble to dust in the face of the decisive assault.
The unyielding tones of Gattan'bahar exude preternatural conviction as she calls out, "We cannot have you hiding behind the power of your Masters, again, now can we?"
You are released from your obedient state with startling force, leaving you disoriented and dazed.
Myrnma, the Muse of Tragedy shouts, "Lo but the tide did rise and all did seem lost in the lands."
Myrnma, the Muse of Tragedy shouts, "Hope glimmers in the splinters of the lost power."
Grim foreboding heralds the gravelly tones of Lord Ugrach, the Finality, "Oh, enough with this babbling!"
Myrnma, the Muse of Tragedy shouts, "Claimed and placed, it must be, lest the tide wash away-."
At Ugrach's invitation, Myrnma plays a starring role in her own tragedy.
Grim foreboding heralds the gravelly tones of Lord Ugrach, the Finality, "Would it not be infinitely more efficient to simply share with these mortals why, precisely, their scurrying is needed?"
Ringing through the ether on a resonating harmonic, the voice of the Great Bard resounds, "Your input is not required here, Undertaker."
Grim foreboding heralds the gravelly tones of Lord Ugrach, the Finality, "Oh, but I respectfully disagree, I think it quite essential for them to know why it is you cannot simply utilise the vast power at Your fingertips to solve this problem."
Ringing through the ether on a resonating harmonic, the voice of the Great Bard resounds, "Know your place lest you lose it. Remember the bargain struck."
Grim foreboding heralds the gravelly tones of Lord Ugrach, the Finality, "I remember it quite well, your Divine excellence, do You? You will inform me, I am certain, where a prohibition on sharing some of the fascinating secrets I have learned since taking up Death's mantle exists?"
Grim foreboding heralds the gravelly tones of Lord Ugrach, the Finality, "Perhaps Lord Prospero is losing His touch. Nonetheless, what is it You worry I might reveal?"
Grim foreboding heralds the gravelly tones of Lord Ugrach, the Finality, "The Logos' fuelled impotence of You all on the Prime?"
Grim foreboding heralds the gravelly tones of Lord Ugrach, the Finality, "That no matter how much Your servants might pray, beseech, and gnash their teeth You cannot answer their prayers for salvation?"
Grim foreboding heralds the gravelly tones of Lord Ugrach, the Finality, "Perchance how Nishnatoba is the decreed battlefield upon which to settle matters of Prime consequence?"
Grim foreboding heralds the gravelly tones of Lord Ugrach, the Finality, "Or is it how Your power must be established there for Your influence to have any say that You wish to keep close to the chest?"
Grim foreboding heralds the gravelly tones of Lord Ugrach, the Finality, "Which is it You wish me to keep to myself? I would hate for something to accidentally slip."
With a grimace of antipathy, the Great Bard turns aside, a cascade of discordant harmonies pouring furiously from His radiant form, their cacophonous potency compelling the manifestation of Divine essence across the lands.
A sibilation of puissance whispers to all the land as the sky over the Siroccian Mountains blazes with an incandescent radiance.
The unyielding tones of Gattan'bahar exude preternatural conviction as she calls out, "It was suggested that in the spirit of efficiency we might offer you a choice to surrender now and report for processing so you may be assigned to a more useful purpose."
Pointing at the nearest object, a shady goblin bellows, "Put your pickaxe into it!"
Hey Admins, can we clear up these PK rules for this event? Want all sides informed of when and who they can attack. (AKA not while I am gathering essence)
Any way to tell how much essence has been given to a master shrine?
Or how much one needs to be rebuilt?
- (Eleusis): Ellodin says, "The Fissure of Echoes is Sarathai's happy place." - With sharp, crackling tones, Kyrra tells you, "The ladies must love you immensely." - (Eleusian Ranger Techs): Savira says, "Most of the hard stuff seem to have this built in code like: If adventurer_hitting_me = "Sarathai" then send("terminate and selfdestruct")." - Makarios says, "Serve well and perish." - Xaden says, "Xaden confirmed scrub 2017."
Rank Player Title --------------------------------------------------------------------- #1 Gattan'bahar #2 Nemesian Imperator Seragorn Rousseau #3 Huka Awha Sarathai El'Rian, the Huntsman
Can it be true? Does @Penwize at last have a challenger in the XP rankings? Somebody go and get him to log on.
- (Eleusis): Ellodin says, "The Fissure of Echoes is Sarathai's happy place." - With sharp, crackling tones, Kyrra tells you, "The ladies must love you immensely." - (Eleusian Ranger Techs): Savira says, "Most of the hard stuff seem to have this built in code like: If adventurer_hitting_me = "Sarathai" then send("terminate and selfdestruct")." - Makarios says, "Serve well and perish." - Xaden says, "Xaden confirmed scrub 2017."
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The unyielding tones of Gattan'bahar exude preternatural conviction as she calls out, "Where are your Gods now?"
My god > your god?
This does not encompass claiming/subverting shards, being in an area where shards might be, this only stands for Avatars.
You will want to steal other people's essence in order to fortify your shrine.
Plus, the miracles are pretty hardcore. (No, really, you should use the miracles.)
- With sharp, crackling tones, Kyrra tells you, "The ladies must love you immensely."
- (Eleusian Ranger Techs): Savira says, "Most of the hard stuff seem to have this built in code like: If adventurer_hitting_me = "Sarathai" then send("terminate and selfdestruct")."
- Makarios says, "Serve well and perish."
- Xaden says, "Xaden confirmed scrub 2017."
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#1 Gattan'bahar
#2 Nemesian Imperator Seragorn Rousseau
#3 Huka Awha Sarathai El'Rian, the Huntsman
- With sharp, crackling tones, Kyrra tells you, "The ladies must love you immensely."
- (Eleusian Ranger Techs): Savira says, "Most of the hard stuff seem to have this built in code like: If adventurer_hitting_me = "Sarathai" then send("terminate and selfdestruct")."
- Makarios says, "Serve well and perish."
- Xaden says, "Xaden confirmed scrub 2017."
Full name: Gattan'bahar
City: (none)
House: (none)
Level: 152
Class:
Mob kills: 0
Player kills: 0
Xp rank: 1
Explorer rank: 2203