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I think it was temporarily bugged to allow people to fly over and walk on the red patches (couldn't go into the blue, I tried). So we all got to kind of explore out in a way we hadn't before, and good lord, we were all giggling in glee.
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Alas we can't now, but it was a pretty awesome little temporary thing!
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
I think Ulghoch may be my new favorite denizen. Earth listens.
Penwize has cowardly forfeited the challenge to mortal combat issued by Atalkez.
Just Water. Water was pissed at everyone. The others don't seem to attack anyone but Mhaldor. I got killed by Fire once because room attacks. Walked in while it was killing Aegoth.
Now not only did we get to participate in the event, we had a very tangible and (presumably) permanent effect on the world. Huge raves to the admins for rolling with crazy ideas!
The City of Mhaldor resounds, "Bitch we might be."
Dunn tells you, "I hate you."
(Party): You say, "Bad plan coming right up."
Other than that, nothing but raves for this event. It's been fun to watch!
I feel like there is a bug going on -- even if not fist sigiled, weapons/shields should just become unwielded at worst, right?
zGUI 4.0 - A Free GUI for Mudlet 4.10+
The earth-shaking roars of Bataoac still, leaving a deathly silence to descend upon the Dardanic Grasslands.
For the briefest of moments do the Earthen Elementals fall insensate as with a resounding tremor, racing through the ground in tumultuous portent, the Northern Giant is renewed, bonded once more with the unyielding will of Garash.
A rumble echoes from deep within Bataoac's mountainous form.
Building into a resounding, earth-shattering series of tremors, all Sapience and beyond shudders, Achaea trembling as one as the Northern Giant begins to turn, ground shaking beneath his feet.
Buried under a collapsing overhang, a small village boy perishes beneath tons of rock.
An Orillan woman shrieks in terror as the earth cracks open beneath her feet, crushing her within its closing confines.
Attempting to outrun an unforeseen avalanche, a rugged explorer has been flattened beneath ice and snow on the slopes of Mount Nicator.
A xorani villager has been slain by the weight of falling timber, torn free from its moorings by the tremors of Bataoac.
A screech of pain echoes from a silver malagma as it is lost forever to the rumbling earth.
Hurled from his high perch by the tremors, a Tsol'dasi astronomer has seen his last sunrise.
Roars of fury rise from Jeramun, Flame of the World, coruscating pillars of fire surrounding the figure of Bataoac to no response, unable to ascend beyond the mighty conduit's waist.
With the unstoppable inevitability of Garash himself, the Northern Giant continues to straighten, each shift of his immense feet sending a second wave of earthquakes racing through the mantle of the world as he slowly, ponderously, turns toward the north.
The otherwise unending meditations of a reclusive mystic have been ended, his rocky pinnacle disintegrating beneath him.
The braying of terrified mules reaches your ears as a merchant convoy is swept from the mountain trails by the rumbling earth.
Struggling to shield her children from the roiling earth, a village woman and her family have been crushed beneath the collapsing walls of their hillward home.
A trio of rock-climbers have fallen to their deaths, hurled free of their precarious position.
The great foot of Bataoac lifts free from the soil surrounding Bitterfork, the titanic depression left in the wake of its passing slowly filling with seepage from the nearby river.
Taking first one ponderous step, then another, the Northern Giant's titanic foot lands squarely upon the Darkenwood, splintering trees and soil alike.
The shrieks of Arachnoi echo in the depths of your mind, crushed by the mighty strides of the Northern Giant.
Bataoac's monstrous stride continues, moving towards the north and Anake's Elbow. With a tremendous, earth-shattering roar, he comes to rest beside Titan's Stairway, unmoving as he gazes towards the distant mountains.
Once more the ground shakes beneath the feet of Bataoac, moving beyond the Stairway and towards the great gulf.
Even the ocean proves no impediment to the Northern Giant, barely reaching his knee at their highest as he storms through, unfaltering before the pitiful water.
A scream of terror rises as boats piloted by Kamleikan fishermen overturn, condemning their crews to death within the icy northern waters.
Rising forth from the sea, its waters whimpering and small beneath the conduit's mountainous frame, Bataoac comes to a shuddering halt upon the borders of the Tundra, his gaze fixed upon the distant pinnacles of his resting place.
Once more the earth trembles, leaving you staggering before the footsteps of Bataoac as the conduit begins to move.
Ice cracks beneath each stride, avalanches rocking the nearby mountains as the Northern Giant returns to stand once more a silent sentry over the tundran snow, Sapience continuing its shudder in his wake as the titanic conduit at last returns home.
And you won't understand the cause of your grief...
...But you'll always follow the voices beneath.
Unbound fury resonates across the Northern Wilderness, the fires of Jeramun twisted into a new blaze
The World Fire's anger momentarily rises towards the firmament in a haze of crimson flame, a beacon
A shifting cloud of sooty smog billows upwards from the Northern Wilderness as the Flame of the
Swirls and eddies of purple mist sweep across the city streets and curl around your ankles, its
A streak of flame tracks the unbound, enraged conduit, a primitive, anguished kinship drawing
Radiant flame falls across tundran ice and the high mountains of the Istar Jungle, alight with fire
Fire arises, all of the Vents of Hthrak trembling beneath the stultifying presence of Jeramun, Flame
The unloosed World's Flame rampages, the Vents shaking beneath rampaging tendrils of primalistic,
With a final howl of fury, a tremendous detonation ripples forth from the magma caverns, spilling