Kafziel tells you, "Trying to fight Eleusians and Ashtani. Get in line."
I figured you meant you were dueling the two Eleusians on skies (since you were alone when we went after you), saw Hasar on skies a few min after that tell, went after him, and then got hit by your harmonics in Hasar's retardation with sniping. But semantics! We had fun, hope you did too.
@Caladbolg I wanted it to be a romantic priest/blademaster killstealing spree, but you had like 40 people with you already. Someday...
(also yeah, didn't see any deathsights v Eleusis but I might have just overlooked them)
Kafziel tells you, "Trying to fight Eleusians and Ashtani. Get in line."
I figured you meant you were dueling the two Eleusians on skies (since you were alone when we went after you), saw Hasar on skies a few min after that tell, went after him, and then got hit by your harmonics in Hasar's retardation with sniping. But semantics! We had fun, hope you did too.
@Caladbolg I wanted it to be a romantic priest/blademaster killstealing spree, but you had like 40 people with you already. Someday...
(also yeah, didn't see any deathsights v Eleusis but I might have just overlooked them)
That or he's furiously typing a 4,000 word go to hell reply that will flood your mudlet and crash you so he can delph snipe you to death. Devious bastard.
H: 6472 (100%), M: 7468 (99%) 23531w, 27440e 22.5% ex|cdbkr- 100 14:00:39.270 <Davio> in. <Will> in. <Dhaia> in. <Aldair> in. <Bouff> in. <Mosr> in. <Jarrus> in. <Antonius> in. <Jovie> in. <Terra> in. <Marwhan> in. <Carmell> in. <Seifur> in. <Kuy> in. <Dalran> in. <Achilles> in. H: 6472 (100%), M: 7468 (99%) 23531w, 27440e 22.5% ex|cdbkr- 100 14:00:39.607 H: 6472 (100%), M: 7417 (98%) 23505w, 27440e 22.5% ex|cdbkr- 95 14:01:02.969 <Siduri> in. <Tesha> in. H: 6472 (100%), M: 7417 (98%) 23517w, 27440e 22.5% ex|cdbkr- 95 14:01:03.633
A certain someone, who shall remain Taraus, gave me a sweeeeeeet gift!
You open a Logosmas gift box. A Logosmas gift box is holding: a spyglass crafted from salvaged wreckage
A sinister spyglass rolls on the ground here, fallen from the pirate's hand.
Pieced together by an innovative hand, this portentous spyglass hosts a variety of disparate materials, each originating from a different source. Crafted from the salvaged wreckage of sunken vessels, each part serves as testament to the skill of the captain who sent the protesting bones beneath. The nesting, graduated tubes that form the lens shaft have been made from several slender strips of wood, each differing in hue and grain quality. The miniature staves have been carefully fitted to form the sleek barrel shape, and tiny bands of copper and brass hold the cylinders together. Like the natural material of the body, the metals used on the spyglass vary in colour and texture; brightly polished and glinting in some places, heavily pocked and verdigrised in others. Three tendril-thin strips of sail canvas have been braided to form a fine rope, the lanyard fastened to one end of the glass, allowing it to be hung from a belt or wrist.
This is awesome and I love it and it's freaking awesome!
A certain someone, who shall remain Taraus, gave me a sweeeeeeet gift!
You open a Logosmas gift box. A Logosmas gift box is holding: a spyglass crafted from salvaged wreckage
A sinister spyglass rolls on the ground here, fallen from the pirate's hand.
Pieced together by an innovative hand, this portentous spyglass hosts a variety of disparate materials, each originating from a different source. Crafted from the salvaged wreckage of sunken vessels, each part serves as testament to the skill of the captain who sent the protesting bones beneath. The nesting, graduated tubes that form the lens shaft have been made from several slender strips of wood, each differing in hue and grain quality. The miniature staves have been carefully fitted to form the sleek barrel shape, and tiny bands of copper and brass hold the cylinders together. Like the natural material of the body, the metals used on the spyglass vary in colour and texture; brightly polished and glinting in some places, heavily pocked and verdigrised in others. Three tendril-thin strips of sail canvas have been braided to form a fine rope, the lanyard fastened to one end of the glass, allowing it to be hung from a belt or wrist.
This is awesome and I love it and it's freaking awesome!
"Faded away like the stars in the morning, Losing their light in the glorious sun, Thus would we pass from this earth and its toiling, Only remembered for what we have done."
An elderly toymaker says, "And you can SHAKE your BOOTS to remove ice if you get really stuck. But most important of all, don't forget to PULL your BOOTS into the ice to stop."
An elderly toymaker chuckles long and heartily.
Holding a pair of rustic ice skating boots in your hands, you turn them upside down and shake vigorously to check for objects hidden inside.
An elderly toymaker says, "Off you go, then. Lake Muurn won't stay frozen all year."
An elderly toymaker says, "Never does."
You say, "The steel blades which adorn them. How sharp."
You say, "Perhaps these boots might serve duel purpose."
You wink knowingly.
An elderly toymaker says, "There'll be no funny business with my toys, Halos, or I shan't sell them again."
You have emoted: Halos hides a small smile with his hand.
You say, "Thank you for the lesson then, master tinker."
You say, "I shall put it to good use ere the snows retreat."
An elderly toymaker erupts into a cheery smile and nods his head.
Sothantos, let's go rai----I mean ice skate in Cyrene.
edit: quotes
A frenzied cleric screams, "Like more than one halo!"
Comments
i'm a rebel
(PS quit stealing our action. )
He is 20 years old, having been born on the 7th of Mayan, 621 years after the fall of the Seleucarian Empire.
Santar Darkwind (male Human).
He is 299 years old, having been born on the 14th of Daedalan, 343 years after the fall of the Seleucarian Empire.
*sigh*
Results of disembowel testing | Knight limb counter | GMCP AB files
→My Mudlet Scripts
i'm a rebel
<Davio> in.
<Will> in.
<Dhaia> in.
<Aldair> in.
<Bouff> in.
<Mosr> in.
<Jarrus> in.
<Antonius> in.
<Jovie> in.
<Terra> in.
<Marwhan> in.
<Carmell> in.
<Seifur> in.
<Kuy> in.
<Dalran> in.
<Achilles> in.
H: 6472 (100%), M: 7468 (99%) 23531w, 27440e 22.5% ex|cdbkr- 100 14:00:39.607
H: 6472 (100%), M: 7417 (98%) 23505w, 27440e 22.5% ex|cdbkr- 95 14:01:02.969
<Siduri> in.
<Tesha> in.
H: 6472 (100%), M: 7417 (98%) 23517w, 27440e 22.5% ex|cdbkr- 95 14:01:03.633
+ Mithridates
Just so we don't have any Achilles math problems.
i'm a rebel
i'm a rebel
You open a Logosmas gift box.
A Logosmas gift box is holding: a spyglass crafted from salvaged wreckage
A sinister spyglass rolls on the ground here, fallen from the pirate's hand.
Pieced together by an innovative hand, this portentous spyglass hosts a variety
of disparate materials, each originating from a different source. Crafted from
the salvaged wreckage of sunken vessels, each part serves as testament to the
skill of the captain who sent the protesting bones beneath. The nesting,
graduated tubes that form the lens shaft have been made from several slender
strips of wood, each differing in hue and grain quality. The miniature staves
have been carefully fitted to form the sleek barrel shape, and tiny bands of
copper and brass hold the cylinders together. Like the natural material of the
body, the metals used on the spyglass vary in colour and texture; brightly
polished and glinting in some places, heavily pocked and verdigrised in others.
Three tendril-thin strips of sail canvas have been braided to form a fine rope,
the lanyard fastened to one end of the glass, allowing it to be hung from a belt
or wrist.
This is awesome and I love it and it's freaking awesome!
Just how high are these gates again?
Losing their light in the glorious sun,
Thus would we pass from this earth and its toiling,
Only remembered for what we have done."
Hmm.
Sothantos, let's go rai----I mean ice skate in Cyrene.