@Xaden: Liquid rift! You can carry 2,200 sips of the stuff and only need a single vial. If you're still running out mid-duel then you're taking too damn long to kill people.
Took so long hmm... S&B?
With the torso GMCP bug, wouldn't be surprised. Kk, I'll stop talking about it now.
@Xaden: Liquid rift! You can carry 2,200 sips of the stuff and only need a single vial. If you're still running out mid-duel then you're taking too damn long to kill people.
Took so long hmm... S&B?
With the torso GMCP bug, wouldn't be surprised. Kk, I'll stop talking about it now.
Yeah, that's quite annoying that is. @tecton Make it go away >_<
He is a coward who has to bring two friends as backup to jump people hunting.
@Xaden: Liquid rift! You can carry 2,200 sips of the stuff and only need a single vial. If you're still running out mid-duel then you're taking too damn long to kill people.
Took so long hmm... S&B?
With the torso GMCP bug, wouldn't be surprised. Kk, I'll stop talking about it now.
Yeah, that's quite annoying that is. @tecton Make it go away >_<
GMCP even tells you about hidden people. GMCP > Lifevision.
2/10/6:06 You have been promoted to Paragon of the City of Targossas! The reason given was: Conscientious and eloquent advocacy on behalf of the faith of Good for many years, a paragon of zeal, presenting a studied and thorough defence of its majesty in Their name.
Lala's voice quietly thrums in your mind as she tells you, "Come to the pherelokos dock." You tell Lala, "Hmm..." You bemusedly tell @Lala, "There's a dock in phereklos?" Lala's voice quietly thrums in your mind as she tells you, "There is!" You tell Lala, "Let's see if I can find it." .. .. You tell Lala, "Okay found it." Lala's voice quietly thrums in your mind as she tells you, "Board ship tp."
You stride up the lowered boarding plank. Quarterdeck of The Tundra Prowler. The sky darkens with the onset of night. A rune shaped like a butterfly has been sketched into the ground here (nairat: transfix). A rune like an open eye has been sketched into the ground here (wunjo: cure blind). There are 15 shipmates here. Suspended by a long, thickly braided cable, a massive diving bell hangs here. A heavy bait tank stands here, water sloshing from its sides. A thick cut of tender meat lies here on the ground. A large red flag flutters proudly from the mainmast high above, bearing the city arms of Ashtan. The Golden Dragon Lala's imposing form looms. The gangplank is lowered, and you may DISEMBARK the ship from here. You see exits leading south and in.
Lala flashes a sly hint of fangs as she favours you with a wild grin. You tilt your head and listen intently. Lala inches bashfully over to you and nuzzles you tenderly.
You ask in a calm voice, "Whose is this?" Lala whispers to you in a vibrant and purry voice, "Ours." You whisper to Lala in a calm voice, "Ours?"
Lala tucks her head against your shoulder and cuddles in close.
Lala says to you in a vibrant and purry voice, "Ours." Lala says in a vibrant and purry voice, "You can use this as you see fit." You say in a calm voice, "Where'd you get it from?" Lala says in a vibrant and purry voice, "I just bought it from Nylian."
You sway back and forth. Lala entwines the fingers of one hand with your fingers, lacing them together. You smile softly.
Lala says in a vibrant and purry voice, "I wasn't sure what to name it, so I went with The Tundra Prowler." Lala says in a vibrant and purry voice, "Since you'll be the main Captain of it."
@Xaden: Liquid rift! You can carry 2,200 sips of the stuff and only need a single vial. If you're still running out mid-duel then you're taking too damn long to kill people.
Took so long hmm... S&B?
With the torso GMCP bug, wouldn't be surprised. Kk, I'll stop talking about it now.
Yeah, that's quite annoying that is. @tecton Make it go away >_<
GMCP even tells you about hidden people. GMCP > Lifevision.
Indeed. I think the only thing it doesn't cover in that regard is phase...
He is a coward who has to bring two friends as backup to jump people hunting.
Was trapped in Hriddan with no mending and quad-breaks. Somehow that turned into @Jukilian giving me a primer on classic Australian music and Outback geography. Now I'm bashing with background videos of this random show of some guy named Russel wandering around in short-shorts.
Was trapped in Hriddan with no mending and quad-breaks. Somehow that turned into @Jukilian giving me a primer on classic Australian music and Outback geography. Now I'm bashing with background videos of this random show of some guy named Russel wandering around in short-shorts.
Divynals, powder finger, silver chair, cold chisel, men at work, hunters and collectors, AC/DC, icehouse, the BeeGees got their start down under, the choirboys, frenzal rhomb, TISM, grinspoon, spiderbait, INXS, John butler trio, jebediah, nick cave, masters and apprentice, midnight oil, the whitlams, noise works... Why am I still going? All stuff I listen too lots though, and a lot more. I didn't name any hip hop artists or alternative rock pop groups because that stuff isn't my flavour, and Australian metal isn't anything on European, but our classic rock/hard rock and out grunge from the 90s is surprisingly good.
also sky hooks because you best all be knowing about the 6:30 news.
New Zealand tosses us some good stuff too in crowded house/split enz, screaming jets, I believe mondo rock but that could be their first album was huge over the Tasman.
edit: left out my opinion on our good country music like Redgum and John Williamson and Kevin bloody Wilson because when you say Aussie country people get hard ons for Keith urban and that other guy who I never listen too. I'll take John fogerty, John Denver, Harry Chapin, Eagles, Jackson Browne and James Taylor and pretend I am American on that front
A bit late with this, but I wandered into Targ earlier to do some research for my House task to learn about a god from another faction. There was a sermon going on which they let me watch and then did a nice q and a after. Was fun and informative - thanks for that, especially since I'm from an enemy city!
A crewman takes up a mop, dips it in a neatly-appointed pail of pitch, and starts pushing and sweeping the glimmering pitch across the deck.
look
The gleaming quarterdeck of The Bloody Bride.
The sun shines brightly overhead. Slightly raised, but not enough to be truly dubbed "bridge", the quarterdeck of this small vessel is dominated by an ostentatiously shining ship's wheel that leaves scant room for the necessary crew to perform their duties. The aromatic scents of wax and polish pervade even the brisk ocean air, their work evident upon every gleaming brass and metal fitting, and varnish's lick gracing every piece of wood with a reflective shine. A heavy bait tank stands here, water sloshing from its sides. There are 15 shipmates here. Suspended by a long, thickly braided cable, a massive diving bell hangs here. Pitch sealed and fitted in bronze, a slop chest sits here. A wind-tattered Mhaldorian flag of crimson silk flutters proudly from the mainmast high above. Snorting softly, a dappled grey destrier lingers in regal repose. The gangplank is lowered, and you may DISEMBARK the ship from here.
You see exits leading south and in.
Eeee. It's so scrubbed and neat!
And I love too Be still, my indelible friend 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
The extravagently decorated quarterdeck of The Scarlet Mistress.
The sun shines brightly overhead. Impeccably clean, the quarterdeck is the centre of activity on the ship. The smartly decorated bridge rests slightly raised here, the magnificent wheel for steering rising out from the deck; intricate carving and ivory inlay craft a masterpiece of function, shaping a great scene featuring the Caspeids in great detail about the spokes of an elaborately-wrought compass rose. Ample room is offered to the captain and his officers, the working space kept pristine by mop and bucket, spit and polish. A year 700 jousting banner hangs here, proudly displaying the personal arms of Shirszae. There are 15 shipmates here. Firmly tied to the ship's deck, an Arcanian arm thrower awaits its next target.
Anyone has a seaweed pail? Sort of curious now
And you won't understand the cause of your grief...
Was more referring to if anyone has used to see what it looks like I really like the two pails I have, but the description changes sometimes feel definitely clumsy, which is a shame.
And you won't understand the cause of your grief...
So deciding "why not" in my usual fashion, I finished a seaweed pail and decided to try it out on the bow of my windcutter. From Shirszae's description, I imagine these all look fairly different depending not only which room you use them on, but what kind of ship. Posting here since various people have been curious.
Seaweed-laden ship's bow. The sky darkens with the onset of night. Weighing down the ship, climbing the rails, and encroaching upon the figurehead and the already small space, creeping tendrils of seaweed cowl the vessel's dagger-like prow. Crafting a vista reminscent of a salvaged oceanic skeleton, splaying fingers of green grasp and pull at the deck's planking, while grassy fronds snarl around coiled ropes and through the crucial mechanisms of tackle and pulleys. A heavy bait tank stands here, water sloshing from its sides. Wings unfurled, a soaring angel figurehead rises wistfully towards the heavens with closed eyes. Decorative brasswork lends a whimsical aspect to this smart ship's lantern.
And I love too Be still, my indelible friend 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
Bought credits, then signed up for the Elite Membership, instead of doing it in the opposite order and getting the 10% credit purchase bonus. Sometimes I want to kick myself.
Give us -real- shop logs! Not another misinterpretation of features we ask for, turned into something that either doesn't help at all, or doesn't remotely resemble what we wanted to begin with.
Thanks!
Current position of some of the playerbase, instead of expressing a desire to fix problems:
Vhaynna: "Honest question - if you don't like Achaea or the current admin, why do you even bother playing?"
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2/10/6:06 You have been promoted to Paragon of the City of Targossas! The reason given was: Conscientious and eloquent advocacy on behalf of the faith of Good for many years, a paragon of zeal, presenting a studied and thorough defence of its majesty in Their name.
I thought y'all were messing with me. Day made.
You tell Lala, "Hmm..."
You bemusedly tell @Lala, "There's a dock in phereklos?"
Lala's voice quietly thrums in your mind as she tells you, "There is!"
You tell Lala, "Let's see if I can find it."
..
..
You tell Lala, "Okay found it."
Lala's voice quietly thrums in your mind as she tells you, "Board ship tp."
You stride up the lowered boarding plank.
Quarterdeck of The Tundra Prowler.
The sky darkens with the onset of night. A rune shaped like a butterfly has been sketched into the ground here (nairat: transfix). A rune like an open eye has been sketched into the ground here (wunjo: cure blind). There are 15 shipmates here. Suspended by a long, thickly braided cable, a massive diving bell hangs here. A heavy bait tank stands here, water sloshing from its sides. A thick cut of tender meat lies here on the ground. A large red flag flutters proudly from the mainmast high above, bearing the city arms of Ashtan. The Golden Dragon Lala's imposing form looms. The gangplank is lowered, and you may DISEMBARK the ship from here.
You see exits leading south and in.
Lala flashes a sly hint of fangs as she favours you with a wild grin.
You tilt your head and listen intently.
Lala inches bashfully over to you and nuzzles you tenderly.
You ask in a calm voice, "Whose is this?"
Lala whispers to you in a vibrant and purry voice, "Ours."
You whisper to Lala in a calm voice, "Ours?"
Lala tucks her head against your shoulder and cuddles in close.
Lala says to you in a vibrant and purry voice, "Ours."
Lala says in a vibrant and purry voice, "You can use this as you see fit."
You say in a calm voice, "Where'd you get it from?"
Lala says in a vibrant and purry voice, "I just bought it from Nylian."
You sway back and forth.
Lala entwines the fingers of one hand with your fingers, lacing them together.
You smile softly.
Lala says in a vibrant and purry voice, "I wasn't sure what to name it, so I went with The Tundra Prowler."
Lala says in a vibrant and purry voice, "Since you'll be the main Captain of it."
O.o Today was interesting, and unexpected!
The list is populated with hidden people when you look though.
IRE games - always broadening my horizons!
I always thought the hidden people showing with gmcp thing was a bug, although actual lifevision still has alot of use for LoS stuff.
yes. Country. Farmboy born and raised
also sky hooks because you best all be knowing about the 6:30 news.
New Zealand tosses us some good stuff too in crowded house/split enz, screaming jets, I believe mondo rock but that could be their first album was huge over the Tasman.
edit: left out my opinion on our good country music like Redgum and John Williamson and Kevin bloody Wilson because when you say Aussie country people get hard ons for Keith urban and that other guy who I never listen too. I'll take John fogerty, John Denver, Harry Chapin, Eagles, Jackson Browne and James Taylor and pretend I am American on that front
You drop a neatly-appointed pail of pitch.
Eeee. It's so scrubbed and neat!
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
Anyone has a seaweed pail? Sort of curious now
And you won't understand the cause of your grief...
...But you'll always follow the voices beneath.
And you won't understand the cause of your grief...
...But you'll always follow the voices beneath.
In the raid yesterday... new profile ... no targeting. Ha... god i'm awful.
The sky darkens with the onset of night. Weighing down the ship, climbing the rails, and encroaching upon the figurehead and the already small space, creeping tendrils of seaweed cowl the vessel's dagger-like prow. Crafting a vista reminscent of a salvaged oceanic skeleton, splaying fingers of green grasp and pull at the deck's planking, while grassy fronds snarl around coiled ropes and through the crucial mechanisms of tackle and pulleys. A heavy bait tank stands here, water sloshing from its sides. Wings unfurled, a soaring angel figurehead rises wistfully towards the heavens with closed eyes. Decorative brasswork lends a whimsical aspect to this smart ship's lantern.
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