Divine RP! Love it, and always adore another reason to become even more fanatically devoted to Mother Night.



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A new dawn arises as you begin your duties as the Hierophant of Hartstone. In a
glorious blaze, the Hartstone Circlet appears above your head and descends into
your hands.
Gregori Mes'ard, Ethereal Guardian has just replaced Hierophant Thiden Diluculo
as Guildmaster of Hartstone.
You have earned the blessing of the Elder Gods!
Midnight shadows coalesce around a new day, and Mother Night embraces the land
in utter darkness.
It is now the 3rd of Estar, 217 years after the Coming of Estarra.


Rant:

wear circlet
You find it difficult to put on the Hartstone Circlet while wearing the hood of
greatrobes of the Hunt.

You lower the hood on greatrobes of the Hunt.

wear circlet
You slip into the Hartstone Circlet.

raise hood
You can't raise your hood while wearing the Hartstone Circlet.

You can make an alias to put it on when about to give a guildrite

I wanna wear it -all- the time though!!

You can't have everything! Tsk.

And a rave... already said the Urazial thing... hrm... uh... Aison? Although it's more OOC since all I said to her IG today was "U SCARED MEH."

You thrust your hand out to a monk disciple in grey robes and beg shamelessly.
A monk disciple in grey robes sighs dramatically and searches his pockets, looking for something to give you.
He gives many golden sovereigns to you.
Your soul cries out in ecstasy as it reaches new heights of power. You have advanced to level 70.
You have reached the illustrious level of Plenary.
You have received 10 Bound Credits!

Weaponprobe it just to make sure, and if it has no stats, petition to get stats added.

wp circlet
The Hartstone Circlet has no poisons or magical effects on it.

The blood curdling screams of Lord Adriano n'Kylbar resound across the Presidio of the Damned, but are suddenly cut short, leaving a palpable silence in their wake.
Your karma rises in response to your deeds.
You gain a new honour!

He ruthlessly assassinated the noble traitor at the Presidio of the Damned.

You call upon the divine power of the stars, and a dazzling fountain of
celestial light engulfs Emperor Ladantine VII. The undead writhes and burns
while gripped in this holy blaze.
The final blow proves too much for Emperor Ladantine VII, who expires,
pitifully.
You have slain Emperor Ladantine VII.
Your karma rises in response to your deeds.
You see Emperor Ladantine VII shout, "My ship! My ship! It cannot sink again!
Damn you, Aison!"
A large pile of sovereigns spill from the corpse.
You suddenly scoop up the corpse of Emperor Ladantine VII.

300 com hammocks last as long as 300 com beds now, yay!

Awesome, Kharaen!! Thanks for that .

Woohoo! No more benches that last 1/5 as long as couches.

OOC rant, but whatever..

Fixed one of my old computers by swapping the power supply. I'll be able to return soon for good again! Whee..

Or boo to those of you that hate me.

I kid.

Uh huh. You just wait. *brandish*

Giggity. Aww right.

Maylea and Nocht.

Nocht for His creepy stalking and Maylea for this:

You gently stroke an algontherine egg, which begins to rapidly grow. As you set
it on the floor, it grows until suddenly the side of the egg caves in and
releases a sparkling presence. The being briefly brushes up against you,
accepting and bonding with you. As it sinks into the floor, your aether manse
shudders and comes alive. Meanwhile, the remnants of the egg forms into a full
sized command chair.

A cold, diaphanous command chamber.
Circular and wide, this chamber has a distinct feeling of comfort despite the
frigid cold air. The icy floors are ridged along pathways from the front, back,
and each side of the chamber, and also surrounding the command chair to prevent
accidentally slipping. Little about the chamber is opaque; the walls are formed
from a transparent membrane, allowing free sight into aetherspace and all of its
glories, and the frosty floors allow one to gaze into the more complicated
pieces of the ship. The polar climate keeps the ship cool and running
efficiently, although such temperatures could potentially make the area
uncomfortable for those not properly bundled up. The glacial room is never dark,
for celestial and mechanical lights are constantly blinking every which way,
bathing the ship in a timid, but clear, cerulean light. Crackling with energy,
the command chair rises up from the floor. You see a sign here instructing you
to use the PORTAL command to enter the aetherplex system.
There are no obvious exits.



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