Message #1472 Sent by: Melanchthon
10/26 14:13 "My city is 'd. They let Munsia back in. This is perverse."

Poor bro.

That's a LOT of messages. Does the first one date back to Open Beta?
Not one to clear out the messages are we?

That's a LOT of messages. Does the first one date back to Open Beta?
Not one to clear out the messages are we?

You steer Rapture, the Aetherwing to the southwest.
Hanging in astral space.
XXX ^^^ ^^^
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^^^^^!O^^^
^^^^^@^^^^
^^^^^?^^^^^XX
^^^^^^^^^^^XX
^^^^^^^^^ XX
A crawling presence slithers around space itself here, causing the aethership to tremble upon each eddy and wave. A high-pitched whine reverberates through thick walls of the hull, carrying with it a maddening scream of rage. Rapture, the Aetherwing floats here in aether.
Taurus is to the west.
Aquarius is to the northwest.
Leo is to the northwest.
Scorpio is to the northwest.
Virgo is to the west.
Gemini is to the west.
Pisces is to the southwest.
Sagittarius is to the west.
Aetherbubble is to the west.

2015h, 1640m, 1490e, 10p, 8975en, 7400w ex-
The command chair whirrs quietly, ready to be used once again.

2015h, 1640m, 1490e, 10p, 8975en, 7400w ex-pilot steer sw

You steer Rapture, the Aetherwing to the southwest.
Hanging in astral space.
X ^^^^^^^^^
^^^^^!O^^^
^^^^^^^^^^
^^^^^@^^^^^X
^^^^^^^^^^^^X
^^^^^^^^^^ X
^^^^^^^^ X
A crawling presence slithers around space itself here, causing the aethership to tremble upon each eddy and wave. A high-pitched whine reverberates through thick walls of the hull, carrying with it a maddening scream of rage. There is an aetherways dock here connected to a chamber by the stomach.
Rapture, the Aetherwing floats here in aether.
Taurus is to the west.
Aquarius is to the northwest.
Leo is to the northwest.
Scorpio is to the northwest.
Virgo is to the west.
Gemini is to the west.
Sagittarius is to the west.
Aetherbubble is to the west.

2015h, 1640m, 1490e, 10p, 8975en, 7400w ex-
The command chair whirrs quietly, ready to be used once again.

2015h, 1640m, 1490e, 10p, 8975en, 7400w ex-
A tendril of Kethuru enters from the northeast on the aetherways.

2015h, 1640m, 1490e, 10p, 8975en, 7400w ex-pilto dock

Quit trying to confuse me.

2015h, 1640m, 1490e, 10p, 8975en, 7400w ex-
Rapture, the Aetherwing shudders and shakes as a tendril of Kethuru rips apart her hull.

2015h, 1640m, 1490e, 10p, 8975en, 7400w ex-pilpt dock
Come again?

2015h, 1640m, 1490e, 10p, 8975en, 7400w ex-
Rapture, the Aetherwing shudders and shakes as a tendril of Kethuru rips apart her hull.

2015h, 1640m, 1490e, 10p, 8975en, 7400w ex-pilot dock

You dock Rapture, the Aetherwing at a chamber by the stomach.

2015h, 1640m, 1490e, 10p, 8975en, 7400w ex-
The command chair whirrs quietly, ready to be used once again.

2015h, 1640m, 1490e, 10p, 8975en, 7400w ex-shout Keep away from me ye damn squid!

You shout, "Keep away from me ye damn squid!"

2015h, 1640m, 1490e, 10p, 6225en, 7400w ex-
The perception of time momentarily slows to a fraction as Lachesis studies the Tapestry of Fate, carefully measuring each strand before making notations in a great tome. Time rushes forward as the memory fades, yet the feeling remains that your history in Lusternia is recorded in the great annals of fate, for better or for worse.

2015h, 1640m, 1490e, 10p, 6235en, 7400w ex-whew

You wipe the back of your hand across your head in relief as you mutter,
"Whew."

2015h, 1640m, 1490e, 10p, 6255en, 7400w ex-
Realities shift and fold, swirling streaks of colour flaring, blossoming and
dissolving as they coalesce impossibly into Lord Morgfyre, the Legion, towering over you.

2015h, 1640m, 1490e, 10p, 6265en, 7400w ex-eep

"Eep!", you scream in fright.

2015h, 1640m, 1490e, 10p, 6275en, 7400w ex-l

Interior of the Rapture.
Superimposed over this location, an ethereal forest reaches up to the sky. This spacious chamber is laid out beneath a vast crystal dome that sparkles overhead, and allows the occupants of the algontherine to view the beautiful expanses of Aether that lie just beyond the hull. Luxurious fabrics of deep emerald hue are draped across all walls of this circular room, and the floor is covered with a soft ivory carpet that dips slightly towards the centre of the space. Pillows and cushions of rich satin are bunched into comfortable piles throughout the chamber, and faint candelebras have been lit with tiny flames that keep the interior light at an intimate level. An enchanted harp that stands to one side occasionally tinkles with a subtle and ever-changing melody, and a tempting array of fresh exotic delicacies has been laid out upon a nearby table. A snow white loveseat rests here, giving a cool, calming feel to the surrounding room. A large circular couch of luxurious white fur sits invitingly nearby, soft down pillows heaped upon it. A sleek chair of silver is here, gleaming softly. A sleek chair of silver is here, gleaming softly. Crackling with energy, the command chair rises up from the floor. Morgfyre, the Legion floats hauntingly in the air, heralded by a thousand sinister whispers. He wields a huge waraxe of polished gold in His left hand. You see a sign here instructing you to use the PORTAL command to enter the aetherplex system.
You see a single exit leading in.

2015h, 1640m, 1490e, 10p, 6275en, 7400w ex-
An august and reserved voice proudly says, "Damn squid, am I?"

2015h, 1640m, 1490e, 10p, 6295en, 7400w ex-
Morgfyre gives you the once-over, eyeing you suspiciously.

2015h, 1640m, 1490e, 10p, 6305en, 7400w ex-"Err, I wasn't talking about ye

You say, "Err, I wasn't talking about ye."

2015h, 1640m, 1490e, 10p, 6325en, 7400w ex-"Unless ye are those Tendrils I saw...

You say, "Unless ye are those Tendrils I saw..."

2015h, 1640m, 1490e, 10p, 6355en, 7400w ex-
A strangled, choking voice faintly says, "Ah, the Great Old One."

2015h, 1640m, 1490e, 10p, 6395en, 7400w ex-examine morgfyre

He is a radiant immortal and is the simulacrum of an auroral body that is the spectacular dance of the twilight sky, as ancient as eternity itself and as capricious and resplendent as the rhythm of creation. Thousands of whispers herald His presence, in dissonant pitch and timbre that defy comprehension, from the haunting innocence of a child, to the firm and unyielding voice of a woman, to maddening alien tongues that pervade and linger longingly in the mind. Twin orbs as brilliant as the stars form His vivid eyes, as calm and deep as the Void. When He speaks, each remark comes in a distinctly different voice - as though a committee were trapped within. He is wearing twisting robes of constantly shifting, chaotic colours.

2015h, 1640m, 1490e, 10p, 6395en, 7400w ex-stare

You stare implacably about yourself.

2015h, 1640m, 1490e, 10p, 6465en, 7400w ex-
A confused voice, stuttering softly, says, "Then I leave you to your eminent demise, little dwarf."

2015h, 1640m, 1490e, 10p, 6475en, 7400w ex-
Morgfyre, the Legion, collapses inward into swirling streaks of colour, the
landscape rippling and shifting subtly in His wake.

Ursa, a frail taurian girl says, "Help me... please..."

You say to Ursa, a frail taurian girl, "I'm gonna make it allll better."

You play a minor second on a grim mandolin of ebony wood and bone and direct
the disharmonic notes towards Ursa, a frail taurian girl.
Blood trickles out of Ursa, a frail taurian girl's ears and from the corners of
her eyes.
You have scored a CRITICAL hit!
Ursa, a frail taurian girl screams and dies, as her eyes fly out of their
sockets and blood splurts out of her ears.
You have slain Ursa, a frail taurian girl.

Ursa, a frail taurian girl says, "Help me... please..."

You say to Ursa, a frail taurian girl, "I'm gonna make it allll better."

You play a minor second on a grim mandolin of ebony wood and bone and direct
the disharmonic notes towards Ursa, a frail taurian girl.
Blood trickles out of Ursa, a frail taurian girl's ears and from the corners of
her eyes.
You have scored a CRITICAL hit!
Ursa, a frail taurian girl screams and dies, as her eyes fly out of their
sockets and blood splurts out of her ears.
You have slain Ursa, a frail taurian girl.

You play a minor second on a grim mandolin of ebony wood and bone and direct
the disharmonic notes towards Ursa, a frail taurian girl.

You say, "How come I can hear ot?"

You say, "I am supposed to hear only oto."

(Order): Ildaudid says, "Hehe thanks Verithrax."

(Order): You say, "Testing."

(Order): You say, "Oh."

You sink to your knees in despair as you realize that you have been cast out of the Divine Order of Morgfyre.

You say, "..."
3611h, 3842m, 3590e, 10p esSilrxk-ot testing again

You are not in the middle tier of your Order.

As horrible thoughts fill your mind, you begin to sob uncontrollably.