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(Clan): Mindshell says, "Suspicious."
(Clan): Mindshell says, "When did you become a tsol'teth."
(Clan): Mindshell says, "I feel like this is something important we should know."
(Clan): Mauk surprisedly says, "Wait what? Who great grandpa?"
(Clan): Mindshell says, "Your sister."
(Clan): You sadly say, "I didn't!"
(Clan): You say, "I don't know how I got that shout!"
(Clan): Mindshell says, "You've been dabbling it seems."
(Clan): You say, "Gasp."
(Clan): You say, "LIES."
(Clan): Mindshell says, "Fortunately you've been outed."
(Clan): You say, "Waily."
(Clan): Mindshell says, "Is okay, we'll still love you."
(Clan): Mindshell says, "Even if you're a little different."
(Clan): You laughingly say, "Well, that's a relief."
(Clan): Mindshell says, "And on the upside, I have more material to pick on you over forevermore."
(Clan): You say, "Sniffle."
(Party): Kimora says, "Lighting the bacon."
(Party): Kimora says, "Beacon."
(Party): You say, "You have bacon on your mind."
(Party): Kimora says, "Wooooow."
(Party): You say, "Wha?"
(Party): Kimora says, "He's not even wakey."
(Party): Kimora says, "Someone's chaming my boss."
(Party): Atul says, "Who is boss?"
(Party): You say, "Which boss?"
(Party): Kimora says, "Dorth."
You caress your chameleon tattoo and assume a new identity.
(Party): Kimora says, "Lordy there's MORE OF HIM."
(Party): Ripple says, "Oh noes."
(Party): Ripple says, "It's a Dorthfection!"
(Party): Atul says, "The Dorth Morph is happening."
(The Grand Merchant Collective): Vyktoria says, "The funny thing is, the underwear I gave him were
ones that fell from the sky while I was standing in Delos."
(The Grand Merchant Collective): Vyktoria says, "Well this is awkward."
(The Grand Merchant Collective): You say, "What?"
(The Grand Merchant Collective): Ifreann says, "Wow."
(The Grand Merchant Collective): Vyktoria says, "Now I have to tell this story AGAIN."
This is Babel levels of sass. @Dunn
Disappearing from Achaea for now. See you, space cowboy.
smileyface#8048 if you wanna chat.
The memorial said, "Some historians contend that the Heights, though short-lived, were, in fact, much more impactful than the entirety of the Seleucarian Empire."
I WAS JUSTIFIED IN CLARIFYING, DANGIT.
On a related note, enjoy this, from the same event.
You whisper to Gurklukke, "OooOOoo gnome milk!"
"Boo!" you scream happily at Gurklukke.
Gurklukke gags and sputters.
You begin to flap your wings powerfully, and rise quickly up into the firmament.
Gurklukke is now intolerant of all milk.
...and most people.
Despite her gentle nature, the Pixie Queen slays the cruel Lichking.
Dadbel is back.
Also for @Kinilan
(Ashtan): An Ashtani corsair says, "Me dad always said, anythin's poppable if ye put yer mind to it."
(Ashtan): You sceptically say, "Your dad sounds... Wise?"
(Ashtan): An Ashtani corsair says, "Aye, he was, until he tried to fight a sea hag with his bare fists."
(Ashtan): You say, "Taraus is quite violent, Kinilan says."
(Ashtan): An Ashtani corsair says, "No, no, 'twas a lesser sea hag, not the big one."
This makes me giggle.
Nicola arrives from the ether.
Nicola puts the corpse of a baby rat into an exquisite urn.
An exquisite urn flares momentarily, consuming the corpse of a baby rat.
A guardhouse. (indoors)
Carved directly into the mountainside, the interior of this cavernous room boasts smooth stone walls, broken only by archer slits and murder holes at regular intervals. Scattered piles of weapons and armour, composed of various sizes and in a state of decay and misuse, lie discarded here, forgotten by their owners. A small wooden door offers the only exit from this guardhouse. An exquisitely crafted urn, menacing in stygian hues, rests on the ground here. A runic totem is planted solidly in the ground. A stoic attendant stands here, garbed in rich crimson clothing. A logosmas stocking has been hung here, awaiting gifts. There are 5 Blackrock clerics here. Nicola is here, wreathed in divine fire.
You see a single exit leading east.
9231h, 7656m, 34752e, 20620w cexkdb-
Standing approximately three feet tall and possessing a wide mouth that tapers to a thinner neck before flaring out again at the base, this urn is a flawless masterpiece. No careless rough spots or ridges mar its glazed surface and the care taken in the fine painting that adorns it shows the deft touch of a master artisan. Darkest ebony forms the basecoat of this piece, its stygian hues contrasting with the bright crimson splashed over the surface. Within the crimson, the outlines of humanoid figures can be seen, their hands raised in worship or wielding vague, cruel weapons. The border of the piece is outlined in a textured, hazy carmine, creating the impression of a foggy landscape. It is currently brimming with energy.
It weighs about 1 pounds and 0 ounce(s).
You see a crimson garbed attendant yell, "Ah, wonderful! I am now able to give the sphere to those of the city of sufficient rank that request it!"
Nicola leaves to the ether.
I don't know if this was mechanically necessary or just trolling but if the latter, fantastic work @Nicola
Just missing :
Nicola locks eyes with Axios, Her gaze one of exhaustion as She drops a baby rat into an exquisite urn.
Be better if it were just a plain old baby rat and the entire time that's all that was necessary to fill them.
Giving a newbie a tour. I'm following her around.
You follow Usea west to Commander's sleeping chamber.
4250h, 4935m, 16198e, 17385w ex-
Commander's sleeping chamber. (indoors)
Thickly woven rugs are layered upon the stone floor of the cave, illuminated by several large pots
filled with phosphorescent fungii. Hollowed into the stone wall and separated by a rich crimson
curtain, a sleeping nook is layered with blankets and pillows. A well-sanded table lines the far
wall, overflowing with maps and hastily sketched attack plans. Gleaming weapons of the finest
quality are displayed prominently on a thick iron weapons rack, some shining with a recent
application of polish. Confidence radiating from his massive frame, Kr'Tachi the General stands
here. Usea, of Ashtan is here.
4250h, 4935m, 16200e, 17385w ex-
You say, "Try him."
Usea greets Kr'Tachi the General with a sincere smile.
Kr'Tachi the General says, "What do you want, weakling."
"Heh heh heh," you chuckle.
Usea says in a smoky soothing sing-song voice, "Quest bitch."
Good old Kr'Tachi, makes us proud.
You look on in astonishment as the Spawn of the Unnamable Horror fades away into the ether.
Romeo is so sweet.
(Newbie): Romeo says, "Where am I? SURVEY will tell you! If in the Wilderness you'll see the
direction of nearby villages. If in a subdivision you will see coordinates. Along with HELP MAP,
check out HELP WILDERNESS!"
You tell Romeo, "But who am I?"
The helpful voice of Romeo the Guide sounds within you, "You are Kierra, and the only and best Kierra there is."
Trixy, Siren of Mysia says, "You better not be a necrophiliac."
(The Guild Council): You say, "I always prefer meeting in person, person...ally."
(The Guild Council): Batista says, "I am making a note about a proposition to ban puns."
(The Guild Council): Aerek says, "Dame Perl supports it."
(Guild of Knights): Prythe says, "Dame Perl thrives on Puns."
(The Guild Council): Perl says, "I do not!"
(The Guild Council): Perl says, "Mis.."
(The Guild Council): You say, "Amazing."
(The Guild Council): You say, "This must be what a world-shattering critical miss would look like."
You sent the following message to Del:
Del would like you to know: Proper message syntax. MSG DELETE RANGE first to last; MSG DELETE DECAYS CONFIRM; MSG DELETE #; The extra 3 letters make all the difference! Toodles.
A pile of golden sovereigns spills from some gold sovereigns.
Pharaus tells you, "Yea you're so good, stupid bitch. Need Pennys help to preset your limbs so you can not die like the first
time? Can't shield shield shield shield shield enough? you're trash."
@Penwize I'm pretty disappointed in you interfering in a 1v1. I wasn't aware you did, but that's not very good sportsmanship if you did.
- 2021/11/16 09:43:34 - The fluid grace of the ancient Sentaari style girds Blackthorn General Pharaus Kanku'Dai's movements as he
effortlessly ends Armali.
- 2021/11/16 10:09:25 - With a splattering of gore, Pharaus's body has been crushed in the mighty jaws of Lady Armali Al'Jafri,
Dragonslayer, his head consumed as a victorious snack.
- 2021/11/16 10:15:32 - A shower of gore heralds Pharaus's demise within Lady Armali Al'Jafri, Dragonslayer's jaws, chewed up and
- 2021/11/16 10:28:52 - Pharaus has stopped his own heart, killing himself instantly.
Achaea is srs.
Pharaus has some serious insecurities, damn. What a sad person
This is on top of calling Penny "a bitch dude" and telling another lady to "go kill yourself", which we couldn't figure out if it was IC or OOC since he used lol in tells a few sentences prior.
Pretty awful, honesty.
The best part is I did nothing to Armali's limbs. I definitely did beckon tank+cleave him once since he wouldn't go away. Channeled my inner Caladbolg on that one.
Your fellow citizen, Greggo, has just escaped imprisonment in the foul pygmy dungeon. Welcome him to
4300h, 5786m, 16600e, 21460w ex-
Swift death claims Lhachman, his attempts at clutching to life proven futile.
Swift death claims Kiryn, his attempts at clutching to life proven futile.
(Ashtan): Lyrikai says, "Welcome to the Seat, Greggo."
(Ashtan): Morro says, "Welcome to Ashtan."
Lyrikai tells you, "Leggo my Greggo."