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Every breath leaves me one less to my last
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One of the symptoms of an approaching nervous breakdown is the belief that one's work is terribly important
You reach out and touch the map before you. Your surroundings spin as you melt effortlessly into the image.
Town centre of New Thera. (New Thera)
It is raining heavily, pregnant drops of water pouring down onto you. Awash in a constant array of blossom petals, an amber-gold metal and marble statue of Ariel, the former mayor of Thera, sits here. A marble fountain sculpted into a lifelike blossom tree within a basin sits at the centrepoint of the plaza. There are 2 lottery boxes here. An enormous Logosmas tree towers here, with colourful presents piled beneath. A brightly robed choir sings cheerful melodies. A blue roan ambles about here, tail swishing. There are 2 burly Theran guards here. A New Theran villager stands here at ease. You may ENTER the WILDERNESS map from here.
You see exits leading north, northeast, east, south, and west.
Awash in lambent splendor, Deucalion manifests.
He is a radiant immortal, His august form manifesting as a human male in the prime of life. Taut, olive skin is marked with the fine lines of advancing age, lending Him a sense of gravitas. Salt and pepper hair falls in a neat, left-leaning part with no strand out of place. Clean shaven, His visage is severe, with His strong chin, aquiline nose, and the crows feet that gather about His eyes untempered by any trace of a smile or laugh lines. Tightness gathers about his eyes, the irises of which are molten gold. A coruscating nimbus outlines Deucalion's frame, and the smokey flavour of a low-burning flame lingers in the wake of His presence.
He is wearing:
a pair of charcoal-coloured breeches,
a pair of black leather boots,
a fine linen tunic,
a swirling vestment of teal and bronze hues,
a supple leather scabbard, and
an iron ring
You bow your head respectfully towards Deucalion.
You say with an urbane accent, "Lord Righteous."
Deucalion, the Righteous Fire says to you, "I was interested to hear you showed your face on New Hope."
Deucalion, the Righteous Fire says, "And then I spied you sitting in the monastery. In a place under my aegis, where no violence can be done."
Deucalion, the Righteous Fire says, "How craven and appropriate of you."
You say with an urbane accent, "I thought I might see how Your followers are fairing since their utter defeat. I can see little has changed."
You say with an urbane accent, "They've gone from obscurity inside a broken city, to obscurity inside a broken monastery."
Rain cascades down from the skies, drenching you and your environment.
Deucalion, the Righteous Fire says, "Minion of a broken God speaking of a broken people."
Deucalion, the Righteous Fire says, "You do know something of these things."
Deucalion, the Righteous Fire says, "Your Master knew obscurity. He will know it again."
You say with an urbane accent, "He is the God who will break the world."
Deucalion, the Righteous Fire says, "Oh He thinks so, I am certain."
Deucalion, the Righteous Fire says, "I look forward to the resumption of Our war, He and I."
You say with an urbane accent, "He has expressed the same, Lord Righteous."
You say with an urbane accent, "I'm sure He looks forward to you being there, when Creation's defeat is made manifest."
Deucalion, the Righteous Fire says, "The pieces are aligned, and the first move will be Mine this time."
Deucalion chuckles long and heartily.
Deucalion, the Righteous Fire says, "Such trust placed in such a liar."
Fire and fury attend Deucalion, His form burning swiftly into little more than ash and smoke.
Related to event: ONLY SLIGHTLY MORE THAN A DAY TO THE FINALE! ^___^
The voice of Melantha, Goddess of the Seasons, echoes amid the rustle of leaves, "That's the censored version."
I hate you all.
The soul of Ashmond says, "Always with the sniping."
(Clan): Ictinus says, "Stop it Jiraishin, you're making me like you."
/moan. Event was f*cking brilliant. Thank you IRE staff!
Yes.
Empowered by Maya's sacrifice, she battled as a Demigod to help defeat Bal'met.
Honourable, knight eternal,
Darkly evil, cruel infernal.
Necromanctic to the core,Dance with death forever more.
You grasp the corpse of a colossal Dala'myrr in your claws as you tear the hapless body in two. Gore drips slowly from your maw as you consume the mutilated remains, savouring the still-warm organs.
H: 7600 (104%), M: 5750 (94%), 33338e, 28844w ecdbk 11.6- 06:08:01.521 |-
Best thing about losing demigod, got to eat the corpse I'd been holding onto for like 12 hours. Om nom nom
And I gotta say, having a bajillion defs, a heartstone and simulacrum, Jaguar morph with reflexes, multiple stances (Thyr, Scorpion, and Drunken Sailor at the same time), and a bashing combo of Swiftcursed Bleed/UCP/UCP while healing with Vigour and Hands and the Transmutation bonus to sipping is just hilarious.
That said, when Veldrin, Caladbolg, Wyverex, and Kohilo entered Ashtan, I tried to think up of a neat instakill to use but couldn't decide because I didn't know the syntaxes for any of the non-monk skills. I ended up just AXKing Veldrin and Kohilo to death. How boring. :-<
Drunken scorpion wind stance
@Zenui: best creative philosophy partner.
@Mathonwy: Thanks for all the fun conversations the last couple weeks, and thank you for enduring emo-Valeo. I'm still trying to figure out if you're being nice, evangelizing, or both.
20) Shean: "Yes sir."
I like this one.
The soul of Ashmond says, "Always with the sniping."
(Clan): Ictinus says, "Stop it Jiraishin, you're making me like you."
Honourable, knight eternal,
Darkly evil, cruel infernal.
Necromanctic to the core,Dance with death forever more.
The soul of Ashmond says, "Always with the sniping."
(Clan): Ictinus says, "Stop it Jiraishin, you're making me like you."
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