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  • CooperCooper IowaPosts: 4,433Member @@ - Legendary Achaean
    I'm late to this, but Asmodron, you are commenting inaccurately on stuff that you had 0 role in. Please keep the lies and misinformation in game and don't spread it to the forums.

  • PyoriPyori Posts: 601Member ✭✭✭✭ - Eminent
    Nazihk said:
    If you want to make a chess remark after that, you just say something like "Mate in 5." 
    Watch out the Eleusians don't hear you. Might take that as an invitation.

    Plak
  • SobriquetSobriquet Posts: 1,977Member @@ - Legendary Achaean
    Pyori said:
    Nazihk said:
    If you want to make a chess remark after that, you just say something like "Mate in 5." 
    Watch out the Eleusians don't hear you. Might take that as an invitation.
    Mate in 5, not mate in hive. 
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    ShirszaeTysandr
  • AsmodronAsmodron Posts: 2,483Member @@ - Legendary Achaean

    For those that were not around:



    The sweltering heat of the forge spills out across the land as the rumbling voice of Phaestus booms, "Let this serve as a reminder to the Seat of Folly, of what happens when you play with forces beyond your understanding."


    The air resonates with the clang of metal striking metal as a pinprick of silver darts across the firmament, streaking down towards Ashtan.


    Churning, roiling clouds gather in the skies above Ashtan, fulminous energies cascading across their surface. Sweeping forwards with unhindered abandon, the stormwall engulfs the descending anchor before folding in upon itself, vanishing as quickly as it appeared and taking the leaden spike with it.


    Rumbling laughter echoes across Creation, a comfortable warmth accompanying the Smith's amusement.


    Phaestus reaches towards a planar tear, forcing it closed with little more than a gesture.


    Phaestus kneels, scooping a small bit of clay from the soil nearby. As Phaestus kneads the clay carefully, it begins to grow and take shape, its earthen hues turning to a metallic sheen.


    Phaestus kneels once more, placing the chunk of metal nearby before reaching for His hammer, pounding away at the gold as it continues to grow, forcing it to take shape. As the Smith continues to hammer away, the metallic structure grows to dwarf Him, an inverted cone of metal balancing inexplicably on its tip.


    Phaestus takes a step back and wipes his brow, before reaching backwards with His hammer in hand, sending it hurtling towards the anchor with a flick of His wrist. The surface of the golden anchor explodes into motion as the hammer strikes true, the once-solid metal now swirling and rippling as if a liquid.


    Phaestus, the Smith says, "Now that this mess has been cleaned up, I must attend to My children."


    All of Creation quakes as the ominous tones of Babel, the Lord of Oblivion pervade, "Strike and strike again, O Forgeling. It avails the weave naught."


    Gibbering whispers arise to coalesce into the baritone thunder of the Mad God's malicious chuckle, an ill silence left lingering in its wake.


    The sweltering heat of the forge spills out across the land as the rumbling voice of Phaestus booms, "You bark and howl, Rabid One, but any who succumb to Your disease will be put down, as befits them."


    CailinCyroMinifieKayeil
  • MinifieMinifie Posts: 1,904Member @@ - Legendary Achaean
    Asmodron said:

    For those that were not around:



    The sweltering heat of the forge spills out across the land as the rumbling voice of Phaestus booms, "Let this serve as a reminder to the Seat of Folly, of what happens when you play with forces beyond your understanding."


    The air resonates with the clang of metal striking metal as a pinprick of silver darts across the firmament, streaking down towards Ashtan.


    Churning, roiling clouds gather in the skies above Ashtan, fulminous energies cascading across their surface. Sweeping forwards with unhindered abandon, the stormwall engulfs the descending anchor before folding in upon itself, vanishing as quickly as it appeared and taking the leaden spike with it.


    Rumbling laughter echoes across Creation, a comfortable warmth accompanying the Smith's amusement.


    Phaestus reaches towards a planar tear, forcing it closed with little more than a gesture.


    Phaestus kneels, scooping a small bit of clay from the soil nearby. As Phaestus kneads the clay carefully, it begins to grow and take shape, its earthen hues turning to a metallic sheen.


    Phaestus kneels once more, placing the chunk of metal nearby before reaching for His hammer, pounding away at the gold as it continues to grow, forcing it to take shape. As the Smith continues to hammer away, the metallic structure grows to dwarf Him, an inverted cone of metal balancing inexplicably on its tip.


    Phaestus takes a step back and wipes his brow, before reaching backwards with His hammer in hand, sending it hurtling towards the anchor with a flick of His wrist. The surface of the golden anchor explodes into motion as the hammer strikes true, the once-solid metal now swirling and rippling as if a liquid.


    Phaestus, the Smith says, "Now that this mess has been cleaned up, I must attend to My children."


    All of Creation quakes as the ominous tones of Babel, the Lord of Oblivion pervade, "Strike and strike again, O Forgeling. It avails the weave naught."


    Gibbering whispers arise to coalesce into the baritone thunder of the Mad God's malicious chuckle, an ill silence left lingering in its wake.


    The sweltering heat of the forge spills out across the land as the rumbling voice of Phaestus booms, "You bark and howl, Rabid One, but any who succumb to Your disease will be put down, as befits them."


    @trey you got someone to recruit, get to work!


    (Mhaldor's Next Top Model): Taryius says, "Oops, thats not a foray. Thats two novices going at it in the wilderness."
  • JonathinJonathin Retirement hole.Posts: 3,289Member @@ - Legendary Achaean
    Whomever linked Dusk to James Bond is an asshat. Now any time I think of Twinkles, it's going to be with a tuxedo, martini, and that stupid song.

    My site will remain up, but will not be maintained. The repository will continue to have scripts added to it if I decide to play another game. Maybe I'll see you around in Starmourn!
    Tutorials and scripts  The Repository

    Asmodron
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