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(Market): Dominius says, "Seeking someone who makes beverages and coat of arms!"
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Occasional raindrops fall on your head as the drizzle continues.
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(Market): You say, "Looking for a drunk person with heraldry."
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An eerily verdant pall lingers across the city, tinting the night sky's horizon.
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With sharp, crackling tones, Dominius tells you, "Thanks."
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You tell Dominius, "That's a better market right there."
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With sharp, crackling tones, Dominius tells you, "Lol."
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Landon's voice quietly thrums in your mind as he tells you, "ThaT's *hic* meEEEEE."
Poetry News Post #5768
Nature's Glorious Kindling
Written by: Harenae Uraian-gattar, the People's Hierophant
Date: Wednesday, December 1st, 2021
Addressed to: Guardian Silje
An Eleusian sat tending a fire
Puzzling how to stoke the flames higher
She'd tried adding stone
But it still hadn't grown
Til someone pushed her in the pyre
Penned by my hand on the 19th of Glacian, in the year 874 AF.
😂
(Ashtan): Murlurk says, "Ummm what is a slugbeast...."
Murlurk's skin and flesh sloughs away, unable to withstand the poisonous embrace of a slugbeast.
(Ashtan): You say, "Bad for you."
(Ashtan): Makenna says, "That is a slugbeast."
No context needed.
Bonus:
Disappearing from Achaea for now. See you, space cowboy.
smileyface#8048 if you wanna chat.
Extra bonus:
Mizik says, "Do you have the proper permits for this here small edifice."
Dunn says in a deep, hollow voice, "We just want the wood."
Dunn tells you, "I hate you."
(Party): You say, "Bad plan coming right up."
Wasn't Dunn shrubbed for touching himself in public around women?
No, some Karen reported him because he has 'touch myself' as part of his amnesia check, and someone was Sapiencing him. Tried to claim he was only doing it because he "knew a woman was sapiencing him" which was fucking hilarious.
Disappearing from Achaea for now. See you, space cowboy.
smileyface#8048 if you wanna chat.
Lyndee opens her songbook and begins to sing.
Lyndee sings quietly in a hoarse voice, "Silverbriiiighttttttt, Holy Light!"
Lyndee sings sweetly in a hoarse voice, "Creation Groowwws toward Paradise."
Lyndee sings lightly in a soprano voice, "Round the pyre we Sacrifice."
Lyndee sings solemnly in a soprano voice, "Pure in Truth, Good and Wise..."
Lyndee says in a soprano voice, "Blesssss us in our faith and zeal!"
Lyndee sings softly in a soprano voice, "Silverbright! Holy Light!!"
You sing in Targossian, "Silverbright! Holy Light!"
Lyndee sings in a soprano voice, "Creation Grows toward Paradise!"
You sing in Targossian, "Grows and grows and grows and grows!"
Myrddin sings in a captivatingly deep voice, "Creation Grows toward Paradise!"
Lyndee sings in a soprano voice, "Round the pyre we Sacrifice..."
Myrddin sings in a captivatingly deep voice, "Round the pyre we Sacrifice..."
Lyndee says in a soprano voice, "Pure in Truth, and Good, and Wise..."
Lyndee takes a deep breath.
Lyndee sings in a soprano voice, "BLESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS USSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS IN."
Lyndee sings in a soprano voice, "OUR FAITH AND ZEALLL!!!!!!!!!!!"
Taking up a festive handbell, Myrddin sweeps the gleaming instrument through the air, the merry
chiming ringing out in festive celebration.
Karalden blinks.
Alyzar gives Lyndee a wild cheer!
Lyndee ends her song with a flourish!
Karalden claps his hands together merrily.
Salko murmurs "wow!" quietly to himself.
Karalden mutters in a gruff voice, "Hol. fucki.. ....."
lol'd
(Hashan): redacted says, "You have to molest the box in the right way in the right order."
Is this related to deepsea diving chests that are half buried?
You see Veiled Apprentice Staria, of Hashan shout, "History."
You shout, "Denied." You snicker softly to yourself.
Ita gives Staria a compassionate hug.
Kierra tells you, "Lol."
You pat Staria in a friendly manner.
You tell Kierra, "Poor lass is standing right next to me too."
Kierra tells you, "Oh my gods.. I can't stop laughing."
She shouted in Hashani or something so:
Veiled Apprentice Staria, of Hashan shouts something in a foreign tongue that you cannot understand.
4300h, 5786m, 16800e, 21720w ex-
Sir Hhaos Thorngage, Caliginous Visionary shouts, "Denied."
From my side it was hilarious.
To her credit though, we've all done commands that seem to make sense but just don't work quite the way we expect.
Mizik has been returned to the embrace of nature by Guardian Vothaec.
Kill assisted by 1 adventurer.
Stirring the undergrowth, the hushed cadence of the Earthmother resonates, "Congratulations to the victor of the..."
Stirring the undergrowth, the hushed cadence of the Earthmother resonates, "Named Tournament, My Vothaec! Proving once more the martial superiority of Eleusis."
Hoarfrost falls free from crackling, mist-laden air, blanketing Nature's realms within the snows of evermelt in purest manifestation of the Wildwood Queen's regard for Vothaec.
A portion of the heavens contorts into colourful but jagged shards of stained glass, Vothaec's figure visible for a brief moment among them before they scatter.
Primeborn Melodie Cholla'Yi shouts, "Congrats to the winners, and it was a fun series of bouts to witness!"
The crackle of lightning accompanies Avianca Faelithar's voice as she shouts, "What is a bout. Sounds like it should precede a letter."
The crackle of lightning accompanies Avianca Faelithar's voice as she shouts, "No wait..."
The crackle of lightning accompanies Avianca Faelithar's voice as she shouts, "Supercede!"
Your vision blurs, clarity breaking apart in bursts of prismatic colour as the voice of Pandora echoes, "Shut up, Avianca."
As the salty seawater-scented air hits your nose and tongue, you are shown a glimpse of the freedoms offered by a life at sea.
Soles has been slain by the might of a gentle female reindeer.
Zeyeran seems hilarious. WTB targ cheerleaders pls
Irimon turns pallid and drops to the ground.
You have slain Irimon.
A starburst tattoo flares and bathes Irimon in red light.
You summon your ancient power and direct the curse of sensitivity to strike down Irimon in 1
seconds.
Irimon's head and wings flare back suddenly.
A swirling stream of heliotrope light emanates from sunless hope, surrounding Irimon with a
shimmering aura.
Ante lashes out with a swift, reaping blow at Irimon.
Horror overcomes Irimon's face as his body stiffens into paralysis.
As the weapon strikes Irimon, the contact area begins to rot before your eyes.
Irimon convulses under the influence of some invisible force.
Irimon takes a drink from a black-walnut vial.
Ante takes a drink from an oaken vial.
(Party): Ante says, "Irimon's health at 8038/9149."
Aranos points an imperious finger at Irimon.
Blood begins to run from the eyes and nose of Irimon.
(Party): Ante says, "Irimon hit with paralysis clumsiness paralysis."
(Party): You say, "Irimon hit with sensitivity!"
Irimon takes a drink from a black-walnut vial.
Aranos takes a drink from an elegant diamond vial.
The point of her flame-bright spear heralds the approach of Zeyeran from the ether.
Melodie lashes out with a swift, reaping blow at Ante.
Ante has been slain by Melodie.
Zeyeran exclaims in Human, "Get em!"
Melodie lashes out with a swift, reaping blow at Aranos.
Horror overcomes Aranos's face as his body stiffens into paralysis.
As the weapon strikes Aranos, he seems greatly diminished.
Lunging forward with long, flashing claws extended, Irimon tears into Aranos ruthlessly.
Drawing an enormous breath, Irimon exhales, expelling a gale of wind with such force that Aranos is knocked over.
Brythan's aura of weapons rebounding disappears.
A translucent lash coalesces in Brythan's hands, firming as it gains substance beyond the incorporeal.
Brythan delivers a series of lashes to Aranos with a translucent lash.
Brythan takes a long drag off his pipe.
You take a drink from an elegant diamond vial.
Your mind feels stronger and more alert.
Aranos eats a magnesium chip.
Zeyeran exclaims in Human, "Break his legs!"
BREAK HIS LEGS
Rurnog, the Herpetologist brandishes the corpse of a venomous snake menacingly.
Oh lawd, we got a badass over here.
The Second Most Beautiful Thing I Have Ever Seen.
Written by: Sir Kinilan Demaxx, Hashani Complaints Department
Date: Monday, January 31st, 2022
Addressed to: Everyone
With all this said, after almost sixty years of a bloody secret war against other foragers across the face of the continent littering the forest floor with bodies in pursuit of just the right quality of material I needed to craft my great work of art dedicated to the second most beautiful thing I have ever seen it is with great pride I invite you all to visit Claw Cove to witness His corruption first hand and my new ship, Sartan's Big Red Taint.
🤣
I just can't. I read that at work and couldn't believe it was a real post.
It's certainly something.
A lot of ideas for post were abandoned, making it long and drawn out with the name finally at the end was all for @Nicola
@Kinilan The whole team loved the entire post and the name was just perfection. I love that tradition so much.
On Meov
Written by: Pandora, the Wayward Heir
Date: Wednesday, February 2nd, 2022
Addressed to: Everyone
It is with a heavy heart that I come to inform you all of Meov's fate. While we were experimenting with portal magic for reasons entirely unconcerning, he accidentally fell into a gateway into a faraway plane, never to return. While I could retrieve him with sufficient effort, I do not feel like it.
The mimes of Delos have begun the construction of a memorial, though I have no idea how long they will take and I do not care.
Penned by My hand on the 9th of Mayan, in the year 879 AF.
And like that... Meov was no more.
Gonna miss the marvelously mute Meov
Meanwhile on a voyage
You say, "May we make it safely across the treacherous seas."
You have emoted: Drawing himself up, Halos makes a sign of warding over himself with his thumb and two fingers.
Icraa's eyes sparkle with amusement.
The ship moves to the east.
A swell rocks your vessel as something rises from the depths.
The ship moves to the east.
The wake caused by the movement of a nearby entity rocks the ship.
The ship moves to the east.
A haunting chanty echoes across the waves as the dead sailors aboard a mass of sargassum lift their voices in unison.
Clutching his head, a crewmate screams denial after denial before laying about himself with a ship's axe. The weapon's deep bite finds you, drawing blood before the afflicted can be subdued and dragged away.
[Curing]: SIP HEALTH
You take a drink from a dark vial of acacia wood and blossoms.
The elixir heals and soothes you.
Icraa says with a faint, Xorani accent, "You had to say something."
We killed it, but the timing
(Hashan): redacted says, "What are some good begging spots?"
(Hashan): redacted says, "Some what?"
😆
(CLAN): Dortheron says, "Now, time to develop a mine in all the spots Ilsefi missed..."
(CLAN): Dortheron says, "Oh look, 4 massive stone, 2 iron, 3 silver, and 2 obsidian...going to be rich tonight!"
(CLAN): You say, "Hahaha."
(CLAN): Sylvi says, "And you are sending all proceeds to Wineapple & Co. how kind!"
(CLAN): Dortheron says, "Oh my gods...I found an ice cream mine! not ice, ice cream! There's a vein of rocky road...and two veins of strawberry swirl!"
(CLAN): You say, "Omg that would be amazing!"
(CLAN): You say, "Imagine mining ice cream."
(CLAN): You say, "And CAKE."
(CLAN): Dortheron says, "Well, if that came true."
(CLAN): Dortheron says, "Kim would turn into the Mining QUEEN."
(CLAN): You say, "She'd have to catch up to me first."
(CLAN): Dortheron says, "I am Ilsefi and I'm digging a hole, diggy diggy hole, diggy diggy hole..."
(CLAN): You say, "Diggy diggy hole."
(CLAN): You say, "God damn it, now that song's in my head."
(CLAN): Dortheron says, "Well YOU'RE WELCOME."
(CLAN): Dortheron says, "(this is why she loves me btw)."
You exclaim to Roscanza in Eleusian in an euphonious voice, "It can double up as a helmet!"
Tesha nods her head in agreement.
Roscanza says in Eleusian, "I can't seem to wear the bucket."
You exclaim to Roscanza in Eleusian in an euphonious voice, "You put it on your head!"
You have emoted: Ada carefully balances a brass bell chalice on her head.
You say happily to Roscanza in Eleusian in an euphonious voice, "Like that!"
Roscanza ponders the situation.
--- a few minutes pass ---
Roscanza says in Eleusian, "I'm still fumbling with the bucket."
Roscanza tells you in Eleusian, "PUT BUCKET ON HEAD doesn't work."
You tell Roscanza in Eleusian, "Eep."
You shyly tell Roscanza in Eleusian, "Umm.. it doesn't really go on your head but you can try to act it out."
Roscanza puts a bucket on his head.
You give Roscanza a wild cheer!
Roscanza says in Eleusian, "How do I look."
Roscanza attempts to stifle his amusement but cannot help laughing aloud.
You flash Roscanza a quick thumbs up.
Tesha nods gravely.
Tesha says in a mellifluous voice, "Like a warrior."
Roscanza flexes his muscles in an impressive display of strength.