Set out to do two things in Y750, and have been planning everything accordingly with these goals in mind: Bring the Staff of Nicator to Targossas and win the Effigy.
@Tesha was practically coerced by me into going for Staff because she was the only one who could tumble and foozle. BUT I TOLD YOU IT'D BE OK.
Raves to Targossas. Having played for the Good faction for the last 6 years its been a very long road back to respectability and its come full circle for this org due to an amazing amount of work by players and volunteers.
Huge congratulations to @Tesha who we all guilted into competing.
Words of thanks to everyone in Targ who has been supporting Tesha the last month or so. This is definitely a team effort and dozens of people in Targ helped make this possible.
Last but not certainly no least, to a very very special person who devoted a ton of energy and love for over 4 years building the city of Targossas from a pile of excrement, this will totally sound cliche but I feel like we were extra motivated (I know I was) to win this for you. You will always be loved here and sorely missed.
Choo choo. CTF was fun, logged in for longer than I have in the last month combined lol. Raves to team good, can always count on them to come save my ass suicide with me when I start spamming "help" over pt when I get stuck in a room with the entirety of Cyrene or Eleusis or Mhaldor or whoever happens to be the flavor of the month.
My first CTF! Hands were shaking most of the time, but it was a blast!
A big thanks to @Bronislav who added me to one of the teams last minute, and tried to keep us all organized and focused. Which was not easy with a big group.
@Krypton for running around like a madman, and keeping an eye on everything and everyone that he could.
And a big rave to the rest of Cyrene. I know a lot of you were prepping for weeks and gathering supplies. I wish I could have been more help. Still, we made a good showing. Even if our combatants and proactive members have to nudge us more passive players from time to time, and help us break free of our shells.
"Alas. Alas for Hamlin. The Mayor sent east, west, north, and south. To offer the Piper by word of mouth. Wherever it was men's lot to find him, silver and gold to his heart's content. If only he'd return the way he went."
Yeah, I had just picked up that and all the other herbs I was carrying, Eleusis had dropped them all after we wiped them at Delos, and my rift had no room for them. Was gonna give them to someone who could rift them eventually, but got shit on by a literal entire city before I could haha. So you can thank Eleusis for the plant donations.
I feel like the cities are kind of like a trio of best friends (Ashtan, Mhaldor, Targossas) with Eleusis and Hashan like those tag alongs you don't really want but they can pay for themselves and sometimes make a funny quip but you can only handle so much of before they get annoying. Cyrene is the one that shows up at the wrong place at the wrong time and makes terrible jokes all the time.
Q: How many Cyrenians does it take to change a totem? A: THAT'S NOT FUNNY!
Old joke. Repurposed. Don't hate me. I love Cyrene! I do! (I really do, sooooooooooooooooooo happy.)
- To love another person is to see the face of G/d - Let me get my hat and my knife - It's your apple, take a bite - Don't dream it ... be it
The Genesis turns His indelible gaze to a point over Jayden's left shoulder, and nods.
At the command of Tlalaiad, Jayden's shadow becomes enlivened, clasping her in a fell embrace. Though Jayden opens her mouth to scream, not a sound comes out as the darkened tendrils inexorably squeeze tighter and tighter around her throat. With a second nod from The Genesis, a loud crack is Jayden's death knell, as - at last - her neck is snapped. Jayden has left the group.
EDIT: Might as well add:
Tlalaiad, The Genesis says, "I approve of your testing, Overlanders, and so I shall bestow this upon your winner."
With a begrudging nod, Tlalaiad hands the Staff of Nicator to Tesha.
Tlalaiad, The Genesis says, "Continue this tradition and you may yet be worthy of Mine. Tesha Al Ashtad, perhaps you sooner than most."
Cheers erupt across the land, underpinned by a chorus of approval from the bowels of the earth as Tesha is named Lady of the Crossing and bearer of the Staff of Nicator.
At the command of The Genesis, all sound across Creation fluctuates into a legion of unified voices, pronouncing an ordered litany of acclaim.
Tesha's divine favour lines as of this posting: Coiling tendrils of radiant fire surround her, a searing mark of the Righteous Fire's regard. A series of graphemes crawls across her body, dictated in a grim, exacting script. A faint jade blend surrounds her, this highest mark of the Empress's favour gifting a subtly shifting dispersal of definition.
Props to the people who designed Tlalaiad - that death was utterly worth it to see the kill. I have no regrets. (I have no idea what got Jayden feeling so uncharacteristically sassy, though.)
His indelible gaze flicking to a point over your left shoulder, The Genesis gives an indifferent nod.
Cold hands clasp you in a fell embrace, and to your horror you realise that your shadow is no longer your own. Though you grasp desperately at your throat, the darkened tendrils cling with a supernatural strength to your neck, squeezing with implacable purpose until - at last - your final breath leaves your body. You have been slain by the indomitable will of The Genesis.
EDIT - because I'm sure people will be interested in the description:
He is a radiant immortal. Taking a vaguely humanoid form, the figure of Tlalaiad simultaneously blends an innocuous appearance with a stern, indurate demeanour. A thousand graphemes crawl across the entirety of His charcoal grey presence, dictated such that the grim, exacting script contrasts with the absolute genericism of His naked design. While the Genesis wears a permanently emotionless expression, the black sclera of His diamond-shaped eyes exude a supremely confident intelligence, a fathomless gaze whose sheer unyielding perscipacity seems to whisper with a legion of ordered voices joined in autocratic unison.
"YOU GUYS YOU GUYS YOU GUYS. Would you like to learn about our one true Lord and Saviour, Tlalaiad!?!?!?? He's like SUPER COOL and steals peoples shadows and how awesome is that??? Oh my gods YOU GUYS should totally come join His order!!!!!!"
Props to the people who designed Tlalaiad - that death was utterly worth it to see the kill. I have no regrets. (I have no idea what got Jayden feeling so uncharacteristically sassy, though.)
His indelible gaze flicking to a point over your left shoulder, The Genesis gives an indifferent nod.
Cold hands clasp you in a fell embrace, and to your horror you realise that your shadow is no longer your own. Though you grasp desperately at your throat, the darkened tendrils cling with a supernatural strength to your neck, squeezing with implacable purpose until - at last - your final breath leaves your body. You have been slain by the indomitable will of The Genesis.
EDIT - because I'm sure people will be interested in the description:
He is a radiant immortal. Taking a vaguely humanoid form, the figure of Tlalaiad simultaneously blends an innocuous appearance with a stern, indurate demeanour. A thousand graphemes crawl across the entirety of His charcoal grey presence, dictated such that the grim, exacting script contrasts with the absolute genericism of His naked design. While the Genesis wears a permanently emotionless expression, the black sclera of His diamond-shaped eyes exude a supremely confident intelligence, a fathomless gaze whose sheer unyielding perscipacity seems to whisper with a legion of ordered voices joined in autocratic unison.
His High Priestess would not like it any other way.
-upon manifesting for His first Order meeting-
Tlalaiad: ...Huh, it's just the two of us. Ama-maalier: A...minor setback, Lord Genesis. They will come, should they have the wisdom. Tlalaiad: I am aware. This 'Tesha' appears to be an excellent candidate. More importantly, Ama-maalier, explain something to me. Ama-maalier: ...Yes, Lord? Tlalaiad: What are those things that you mortals seem to drape around your forms? Ama-maalier: What, you mean clothes? Tlalaiad: Yes, I am to be garbed in appropriate attire, fitting for the Genesis, yes? Ama-maalier: You're perfectly fine the way You are, mmhmm. I'll...see what the servants can come up with. I'll even note it down for You. Tlalaiad: Good. -vanishes to do godly things- Ama-maalier: -throws away note-
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Penwize has cowardly forfeited the challenge to mortal combat issued by Atalkez.
Then Makarios to the rescue. What a bro.
@Proficy
Last fight was crazy. Every fight before that was kind of...wut. Extremely fun and satisfying.
Set out to do two things in Y750, and have been planning everything accordingly with these goals in mind: Bring the Staff of Nicator to Targossas and win the Effigy.
@Tesha was practically coerced by me into going for Staff because she was the only one who could tumble and foozle. BUT I TOLD YOU IT'D BE OK.
@Atalkez @Achilles for the cool noble gesture
@Deucalion for always being awesome
Everyone else in Targ
(Choo choo)
Huge congratulations to @Tesha who we all guilted into competing.
Words of thanks to everyone in Targ who has been supporting Tesha the last month or so. This is definitely a team effort and dozens of people in Targ helped make this possible.
Last but not certainly no least, to a very very special person who devoted a ton of energy and love for over 4 years building the city of Targossas from a pile of excrement, this will totally sound cliche but I feel like we were extra motivated (I know I was) to win this for you. You will always be loved here and sorely missed.
I had fun, even if I'm really frustrated at my performance during Twins. Good thing there's always Y800.
We'll need to bring twice the numbers to the next CTF to make sure this doesn't happen again.
edit: arena enemy doesn't count!
YOU DEFENDED DEUC SHRINES IN THE MHOJAVE.
WHY DID YOU NOT ENEMY SHIRSZAE.
This is why we got our asses kicked.
A big thanks to @Bronislav who added me to one of the teams last minute, and tried to keep us all organized and focused. Which was not easy with a big group.
@Krypton for running around like a madman, and keeping an eye on everything and everyone that he could.
@Aereidhna @Laedha @Rhalts @Rekken I know we enjoy a quiet slice of Achaea, but it was so much fun joining the fray.
And a big rave to the rest of Cyrene. I know a lot of you were prepping for weeks and gathering supplies. I wish I could have been more help. Still, we made a good showing. Even if our combatants and proactive members have to nudge us more passive players from time to time, and help us break free of our shells.
A: THAT'S NOT FUNNY!
Old joke. Repurposed. Don't hate me. I love Cyrene! I do! (I really do, sooooooooooooooooooo happy.)
- To love another person is to see the face of G/d
- Let me get my hat and my knife
- It's your apple, take a bite
- Don't dream it ... be it
The Genesis turns His indelible gaze to a point over Jayden's left shoulder, and nods.
At the command of Tlalaiad, Jayden's shadow becomes enlivened, clasping her in a fell embrace.
Though Jayden opens her mouth to scream, not a sound comes out as the darkened tendrils inexorably
squeeze tighter and tighter around her throat. With a second nod from The Genesis, a loud crack is
Jayden's death knell, as - at last - her neck is snapped.
Jayden has left the group.
EDIT: Might as well add:
Tlalaiad, The Genesis says, "I approve of your testing, Overlanders, and so I shall bestow this upon
your winner."
With a begrudging nod, Tlalaiad hands the Staff of Nicator to Tesha.
Tlalaiad, The Genesis says, "Continue this tradition and you may yet be worthy of Mine. Tesha Al
Ashtad, perhaps you sooner than most."
Cheers erupt across the land, underpinned by a chorus of approval from the bowels of the earth as
Tesha is named Lady of the Crossing and bearer of the Staff of Nicator.
At the command of The Genesis, all sound across Creation fluctuates into a legion of unified voices,
pronouncing an ordered litany of acclaim.
Tesha's divine favour lines as of this posting:
Coiling tendrils of radiant fire surround her, a searing mark of the Righteous Fire's regard. A series of graphemes
crawls across her body, dictated in a grim, exacting script. A faint jade blend surrounds her, this highest mark of the Empress's favour gifting a subtly shifting dispersal of definition.
(I have no idea what got Jayden feeling so uncharacteristically sassy, though.)
Cold hands clasp you in a fell embrace, and to your horror you realise that your shadow is no longer your own. Though you grasp desperately at your throat, the darkened tendrils cling with a supernatural strength to your neck, squeezing with implacable purpose until - at last - your final breath leaves your body.
You have been slain by the indomitable will of The Genesis.
EDIT - because I'm sure people will be interested in the description:
He is wearing:
Nary a shred of clothing.
"YOU GUYS YOU GUYS YOU GUYS. Would you like to learn about our one true Lord and Saviour, Tlalaiad!?!?!?? He's like SUPER COOL and steals peoples shadows and how awesome is that??? Oh my gods YOU GUYS should totally come join His order!!!!!!"
-upon manifesting for His first Order meeting-
Tlalaiad: ...Huh, it's just the two of us.
Ama-maalier: A...minor setback, Lord Genesis. They will come, should they have the wisdom.
Tlalaiad: I am aware. This 'Tesha' appears to be an excellent candidate. More importantly, Ama-maalier, explain something to me.
Ama-maalier: ...Yes, Lord?
Tlalaiad: What are those things that you mortals seem to drape around your forms?
Ama-maalier: What, you mean clothes?
Tlalaiad: Yes, I am to be garbed in appropriate attire, fitting for the Genesis, yes?
Ama-maalier: You're perfectly fine the way You are, mmhmm. I'll...see what the servants can come up with. I'll even note it down for You.
Tlalaiad: Good. -vanishes to do godly things-
Ama-maalier: -throws away note-