I was checking out cartels, because I've jumped into the whole trade-skill thing recently, and I saw the following.



Elcyrion isn't just a pacifist, he is a well dressed one at that!


Divinely stitched robes would rule.

Just imagine being the enchanter for those

There aren't enough powerstones in the Basin for that...

I imagine after the 1000th powerstone, the robes owner would just have to be satisfied

Psh. He's doing that just because he knows it cramps my style. I've got the well-dressed pacifist niche filled, thank you.

You dont even need 9999999999999 stats. Back when the forges ran too hot and we got 300+/300+ armour, I took 10 damage worst case scenario from phys damage, warriors included.

(Celest): Rauros (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "Just a friendly reminder and request, if you see cows on the road, please slaughter the mangy beasts."
(Celest): You say, "Can't we just give them hay and lead them to dear old Percy?"
(Celest): Galvadore (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "Or give them hay..."
(Celest): Rauros (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "I'd rather you kill them, but whatever it takes to GET THEM OFF THE ROAD *sigh*."

Found it funny for some reason.

Ah, cows. The scourge of our times

I've been always wondering how can you bump into a cow like that on the road? Especially if you're a small race, like the Faeling or Furrikin. And even more... how can you bump into the same cow TWICE?

Don't drink the pool water...
love-mimi

(The Midnight Legion): You say, "Died while afk. Lost a ****ton of xp. This is
just ****ing wonderful. Christ."


(The Midnight Legion): You say, "Mis..."

yeah, there's just something about the Legion. All mistells are drawn to it. I see and contribute a large amount of them. The ones i usually misaether to it are meant for an OOC clan too.

Mister Spindle, a Fate Guide says, "Hello!"
392h, 340m, 334e, 0p ex-bow

With a flourish of your arm, you bow deeply.
392h, 340m, 334e, 0p ex-say Hello

You say, "Hello."
392h, 340m, 334e, 0p ex-
Groman appears in a flash of light. Sometimes it is good to be a newbie!
392h, 340m, 334e, 0p ex-
Groman leaves to the north.
392h, 340m, 334e, 0p ex-ql

The Ring of Portals.
A shimmering sign levitates above the mist here. Mistress Skein, a Fate Guide
is here, wreathed in divine fire. She is surrounded by one reflection of
herself. Mister Spindle, a Fate Guide is here, wreathed in divine fire. He
wields a thick moonstone wand in his left hand. He is surrounded by one
reflection of himself.
You see exits leading north and south.
392h, 340m, 334e, 0p ex-
Mistress Skein, a Fate Guide smiles and says, "Hello."
392h, 340m, 334e, 0p ex-
Mister Spindle, a Fate Guide says, "How are you doing?"
392h, 340m, 334e, 0p ex-say You two related?

You say, "You two related?"
392h, 340m, 334e, 0p ex-
Skein snuggles up close to Spindle, looking happy and content.
392h, 340m, 334e, 0p ex-shrug

You shrug helplessly.
392h, 340m, 334e, 0p ex-
Mistress Skein, a Fate Guide says, "He's my snuggle lumpkin."
392h, 340m, 334e, 0p ex-say I'm well enough

You say, "I'm well enough."
392h, 340m, 334e, 0p ex-
Spindle flashes Skein a joyous smile.

You allow an infinitesimally small mote of cosmic fire to manifest and direct it
at Weeky Peedea, the Furrikin Savant. Cosmic fire blasts forth, dissolving his
flesh in a sparkling current of energy.
The final blow proves too much for Weeky Peedea, the Furrikin Savant, who
expires, pitifully.
You have slain Weeky Peedea, the Furrikin Savant.
Many golden sovereigns spill from the corpse.
You suddenly scoop up the corpse of Weeky Peedea, the Furrikin Savant.

Looks like Weeky is a Weaky.

The proud voice of Roark orates from far above, "That could have unforeseen
consequencies to our shrines?"

Estarra's voice shatters the cosmic equilibrium, "Just do it!"


I have a feeling that poor Roark hears that from Estarra on more than an IC level.

You quoted that but left out his attacks?

I think it's because he killed him instantly.

His attacks are hilarious. Collvan influenced him to attack me (as Collvan's enemy). Every time I pass, I have the irritation of books, quills and ink thrown at me.

Skein tells you, "Wow, that's a lot of pilgrims! Great job helping them find
their way!"



I love playing novices, people don't know better than to be nice to me yet.