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The Horned One Speaks truth

He used "whom" incorrectly...

(Magnagora): Yrael (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "Incidently. Should anyone find definitive proof of what actually turned my pack into this monstrosity - although it is quite fetching - I'll pay well for that information. Of course, well is fairly subjective."

Could've post earlier city stuff, but never posted here before this.

Define "monstrosity"?

More info!

Yrael, Antediluvian Shade shouts, "I'll assume this was you, oh Lord Ayridion. I'd say thank you, but it really is not my colour."

Yrael tells you, "Someone turned my pack into a pink leather monstrosity."

Also

(Magnagora): Please welcome Gravity who just stepped out of the Portal of Fate as a new citizen!

(Magnagora): Ildaudid says, "I am sooo glad we got gravity finally in our city... now I wont have to float around alot."

I find this extreemely funny, considering all those levitating mages

You tell Prince of the White Stag, Kalodan Faechild, Gardener of Roses,
"Perhaps you'd like to try something more possible?"

Kalodan tells you, "They have guards sitting in the trees with him."

Kalodan tells you, "Like?"

You tell Prince of the White Stag, Kalodan Faechild, Gardener of Roses,
"Seducing Terentia, perhaps?"

Kalodan tells you, "I might be able to succeed."

Kalodan tells you, "However."

Kalodan tells you, "I have no desire to freeze my genitals off."

look elostian
He is a radiant immortal and His manifestation is surrounded by a hazy force of
shimmering blue energy, composed of His divine essence cloaking His physical
form. This form is wrought from shifting strands of air and aether, forming a
wavering, partially corporeal shape; the changeful nature of these billowing
materials renders the specifics of His form difficult to precisely determine.
His brilliant silver eyes are the exception to this rule, gleaming with a
definition, depth and steadfastness that stands out among the flickering threads
of aether. Their expression bears a dignified serenity, a profound air of wisdom
that lends His countenance a mien of refinement and erudition. The air around
His form is in perpetual drift, occasionally taken up by short billows of winds
that send His aura swirling in complex patterns. He is wearing a shimmering
skysilver necklace, a bright yellow smiley button, and billowing robes of
glowing aether.


Hehe, that made me giggle.

Yes. I have seen a lot of that recently.... it's an inflected version of who, not a substitute.

http://web.ku.edu/~edit/whom.html

The selection of actors for the commune play - This just gave me a laugh.

Dark Druid Kuraitaiyo K'Raven, Wyrden Director says, "Well."

You raise an eyebrow questioningly.

You say, "Aye."

Dark Druid Kuraitaiyo K'Raven, Wyrden Director says, "A main role or background
role?>."

You say, "Any.."

You say, "I cannot, I will accept any."

You shrug helplessly.

You say, "Will see what is more suitable for me."

Dark Druid Kuraitaiyo K'Raven, Wyrden Director says, "This is a serious thing.
Got to be eager."

You say, "I am, and at the same time flexible."

You wink knowingly.

Dark Druid Kuraitaiyo K'Raven, Wyrden Director says, "Shrugging does not show
eagerness."

You shift your eyes suspiciously from side to side.

You say, "Look I want to act, that's all if you want blond chicks with
eagerness it's not me."

Dark Druid Kuraitaiyo K'Raven, Wyrden Director says, "I like blondes."

Kuraitaiyo gives you the once-over, eyeing you suspiciously.

You say, "Then I must get dramatics for some bigger breasts."

Dark Druid Kuraitaiyo K'Raven, Wyrden Director says, "Background role, a seren
novice who gets slaughtered by the main character."

You say, "Unfortunately I have only a big belly."

You put your hands on your hips and go "Hmmm!"

You say, "Alrigh."

Dark Druid Kuraitaiyo K'Raven, Wyrden Director says, "Well still in iffy
stages."

You raise an eyebrow questioningly.

Dark Druid Kuraitaiyo K'Raven, Wyrden Director says, "Ok ill remember you
narme."

It's times like these that make me so glad I'm not in Serenwi... hey, wait a minute!

EDIT: Join Serenwilde, you know you want to.

If you do participate, though, I hope you enjoy it! The new system for stages is really, incredibly useful, especially since the performances can be recorded and replayed. I'm looking forward to seeing as many of the upcoming performances as possible.

Oh, and playwrights?

*gulps nervously* Does that mean I get from Glomdoring or just by Shayle? Until then, I will go into hiding.

I found this interesting:



While the people who wrote this are correct on the topic of who/whom, they could use some work on dangling prepositions. I hurts me to see someone use bad grammar even in the midst of a grammar lesson.

-Insert people dying to cookies-

Effervescent whispers dance through your senses, filling your mind with the
soft, feathery voice of Viravain as Her voice carries on the winds, "If you are
hungry I'll be more than happy to bake you some cookies. You don't need to gnaw
on the poor, defenseless Doughboy."

You tell Viravain, Lady of the Thorns, "I'll take some cookies if they aren't
contaminated with Wyrd."

A precise lance of scorching blue flame shoots across the heavens.
You have barely a fraction of a second to feel a dread foreboding before the
lance of flame slams directly into your chest, filling your mind with white-hot
pain and seeming to set every nerve in your body aflame. When you finally begin
to breathe again, there is surprisingly no mark upon your form, but a weakness
of mind and body remain to attest to Viravain's anger.

Whar's mah cookies

That's hilarious!