Kharaen2008-05-27 22:50:23
I warned him that would happen. Next time he'll listen to me.
Bashara2008-05-27 23:56:10
QUOTE
Ejei Reiji (Male Furrikin).
He is 17 years old, having been born on the 15th of Tzarin, 190 years after the
Coming of Estarra.
He is 17 years old, having been born on the 15th of Tzarin, 190 years after the
Coming of Estarra.
Nejii, I don't know if you have a stalker, or if someone's playing some kind of twisted word game
Faymar2008-05-28 00:11:16
QUOTE(Thoros LaSaet @ May 28 2008, 01:07 AM) 515881
12242h, 3944m, 6555e, 10p, 35400en, 24896w exkb<>-
Silvanus says, "Kids check their closet at night for the boogeyman."
12242h, 3944m, 6555e, 10p, 35400en, 24896w exkb<>-
Silvanus says, "The boogeyman checks his for Thoros."
Silvanus says, "Kids check their closet at night for the boogeyman."
12242h, 3944m, 6555e, 10p, 35400en, 24896w exkb<>-
Silvanus says, "The boogeyman checks his for Thoros."
Thoros is Chuck Norris?
www.chucknorrisfacts.com
Rauros2008-05-28 00:39:19
Hall before the Master Chambers.
Pulsing motes of golden light float through the air, flowing from the direction
of a shield shrine of Lyreth nearby. This location is flooded with shallow,
crystal clear water. Glowing on a nearby wall is script that reads, "DOMAN'S
MONKS."
You see exits leading north and southwest.
Pulsing motes of golden light float through the air, flowing from the direction
of a shield shrine of Lyreth nearby. This location is flooded with shallow,
crystal clear water. Glowing on a nearby wall is script that reads, "DOMAN'S
MONKS."
You see exits leading north and southwest.
Unknown2008-05-28 01:09:28
(Market): You say, "Selling my soul. Send tells for details."
Serenguard Ashyr Talnara says, "..."
You shift your eyes suspiciously from side to side.
You quickly duck down.
Druidess Mirshann Lunaris, Hart's Glory says, "Is it a shiny soul?"
Jigan tells you, "I am intringued and wish to learn more."
Druidess Mirshann Lunaris, Hart's Glory says, "I like shiny things.."
(Market): Len says, "I'll buy! How much, Myrkr."
Serenguard Ashyr Talnara says, "Your soul?"
Lorick tells you, "Could you define what you mean in more detail?"
Fionn tells you, "You already sold it, silly. You ran for office!"
Somaria tells you, "-curious-."
Casilu tells you, "Mmmm. Soul..."
Len tells you, "Really though, how much."
---
I love you all. <3 Thank you for the smile and laugh.
Serenguard Ashyr Talnara says, "..."
You shift your eyes suspiciously from side to side.
You quickly duck down.
Druidess Mirshann Lunaris, Hart's Glory says, "Is it a shiny soul?"
Jigan tells you, "I am intringued and wish to learn more."
Druidess Mirshann Lunaris, Hart's Glory says, "I like shiny things.."
(Market): Len says, "I'll buy! How much, Myrkr."
Serenguard Ashyr Talnara says, "Your soul?"
Lorick tells you, "Could you define what you mean in more detail?"
Fionn tells you, "You already sold it, silly. You ran for office!"
Somaria tells you, "-curious-."
Casilu tells you, "Mmmm. Soul..."
Len tells you, "Really though, how much."
---
I love you all. <3 Thank you for the smile and laugh.
Bashara2008-05-28 01:15:05
Wouldn't be surprised.
*fangirl squeal*
*fangirl squeal*
Rauros2008-05-28 01:27:05
Doman leaps into the the air and launches a flying kick at you.
Doman connects painfully.
You have been slain by Doman.
Incidentally, for a trans skill, I really don't see any point to Feigndeath other than comic relief.
Doman connects painfully.
You have been slain by Doman.
Incidentally, for a trans skill, I really don't see any point to Feigndeath other than comic relief.
Unknown2008-05-28 01:51:37
Jigan tells you, "I can offer you honey bread and some gold for your soul."
You tell Earthen Attendant Jigan, Nil's Cook, "... how much of each?"
Jigan tells you, "Depends on how much you are charging for your soul."
You tell Earthen Attendant Jigan, Nil's Cook, "5 honey breads and 5000 gold. Too
expensive. Sorry!"
Jigan tells you, "Hrm, interesting. What all goes with your soul?"
You tell Earthen Attendant Jigan, Nil's Cook, "Depends! What constitutes as a
soul to you?"
Jigan tells you, "Your soul."
You tell Earthen Attendant Jigan, Nil's Cook, "Well then, my soul goes with my
soul."
You tell Earthen Attendant Jigan, Nil's Cook, "Still interested?"
Jigan tells you, "Possibly."
Jigan tells you, "Would you accept 4 honey bread?"
Jigan tells you, "And 6000 gold?"
~~ A While Later ~~
Flapping its skeletal wings, a bat circles around you and drops a letter in your
hands, then flies off with a shrill shriek.
You blink.
You blink.
You ask, "... I've been bought?"
You read what is written on an elegant white letter:
I shall add your soul to my ever growing collection. Welcome to the
hoarde.
Master of your soul,
-Jigan
This letter is made of the finest quality paper, and is rolled into a cylinder,
with a red ribbon to keep it from unfurling.
It has 13 months of usefulness left.
It weighs 1 ounce(s).
An elegant white letter is holding:
"bread116841" fingers of honeyed bread
"bread116959" fingers of honeyed bread
"bread118211" fingers of honeyed bread
"bread119738" fingers of honeyed bread
6000 gold sovereigns.
Your eyes widen in disbelief as you shout, "Oh my GOD!"
You tell Earthen Attendant Jigan, Nil's Cook, "... how much of each?"
Jigan tells you, "Depends on how much you are charging for your soul."
You tell Earthen Attendant Jigan, Nil's Cook, "5 honey breads and 5000 gold. Too
expensive. Sorry!"
Jigan tells you, "Hrm, interesting. What all goes with your soul?"
You tell Earthen Attendant Jigan, Nil's Cook, "Depends! What constitutes as a
soul to you?"
Jigan tells you, "Your soul."
You tell Earthen Attendant Jigan, Nil's Cook, "Well then, my soul goes with my
soul."
You tell Earthen Attendant Jigan, Nil's Cook, "Still interested?"
Jigan tells you, "Possibly."
Jigan tells you, "Would you accept 4 honey bread?"
Jigan tells you, "And 6000 gold?"
~~ A While Later ~~
Flapping its skeletal wings, a bat circles around you and drops a letter in your
hands, then flies off with a shrill shriek.
You blink.
You blink.
You ask, "... I've been bought?"
You read what is written on an elegant white letter:
I shall add your soul to my ever growing collection. Welcome to the
hoarde.
Master of your soul,
-Jigan
This letter is made of the finest quality paper, and is rolled into a cylinder,
with a red ribbon to keep it from unfurling.
It has 13 months of usefulness left.
It weighs 1 ounce(s).
An elegant white letter is holding:
"bread116841" fingers of honeyed bread
"bread116959" fingers of honeyed bread
"bread118211" fingers of honeyed bread
"bread119738" fingers of honeyed bread
6000 gold sovereigns.
Your eyes widen in disbelief as you shout, "Oh my GOD!"
Unknown2008-05-28 02:19:30
2008/05/28 02:05:21 - Poli stepped out of the Portal of Fate as a commune
member.
2008/05/28 02:18:11 - Roli stepped out of the Portal of Fate as a commune
member.
Where's Oli?
member.
2008/05/28 02:18:11 - Roli stepped out of the Portal of Fate as a commune
member.
Where's Oli?
Bashara2008-05-28 02:26:19
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Jayden tells you, "I want a pink nekai."
You tell Jayden, Tender of the Swarms, "...."
Jayden tells you, "Whats wrong with pink?"
You tell Jayden, Tender of the Swarms, "...."
Jayden tells you, "Whats wrong with pink?"
Malarious2008-05-28 02:44:24
Only those secure in their masculinity roll with pink Nekai.
Unknown2008-05-28 03:09:32
QUOTE(Bashara @ May 27 2008, 09:26 PM) 515972
Hey! Pink is a good color for a nekotai!
examples
See?
Jigan2008-05-28 03:12:41
I find it interesting that Arix only posted pictures of girls, and no guys when Malarious posted that it takes a real man to wear pink.
Unknown2008-05-28 03:15:02
QUOTE(Jigan @ May 27 2008, 10:12 PM) 515988
I find it interesting that Arix only posted pictures of girls, and no guys when Malarious posted that it takes a real man to wear pink.
I'm Corinthian, not Arix. And two of them are male
Jigan2008-05-28 03:17:34
My apologies. Sometimes I get people confused. And, are the top two male?
Unknown2008-05-28 03:17:47
QUOTE(Corinthian @ May 27 2008, 11:15 PM) 515989
I'm Corinthian, not Arix. And two of them are male
You missed the joke.
Yuniko2008-05-28 03:25:40
That was proof that there are no real men in the world. We women have taken over
-pose-
Pink is such a girly color -weep-
uhm. I think the top two are male... very femme (scene-style) males
-pose-
Pink is such a girly color -weep-
uhm. I think the top two are male... very femme (scene-style) males
Unknown2008-05-28 03:26:29
(Market): Nezha says, "Who was asking for the spars again?"
(Market): Bashara says, "Thoros."
(Market): Nezha says, "Spars i meant.. not slaugther."
(Market): Bashara says, "Thoros."
(Market): Nezha says, "Spars i meant.. not slaugther."
Kharaen2008-05-28 03:30:14
The pink robes and nekai I designed are very manly.
QUOTE
5993 - a predatory nekai drenched in gore
Dropped: The claw-like knives of this nekai lie here, streaked with bloody smears.
Examined: This powerful nekai has been forged in imitation of a bear’s claws, its three blades crafted from iron and thicker then the standard nekai. The claws are long and wickedly sharp, becoming a dangerous weapon that bears a curving slant meant for mauling and raking. Thin, platinum plates extend past the weapon onto the wielder’s forearm, providing a thin metal veil to deflect enemy strikes. Red gold has been carved into chunks of flesh and pieces of various organs, then fused onto the plates and claws, imbuing the nekai with a gruesome appearance and seeming as though they were recently plunged into a kill. Flakes of rusted iron and red gold have been fused onto the knives in generous globs, coating the weapon with metallic blood and smears from the rust paint it a morbid pink. Resting in the hollow of space beneath the claws is a smoothed, platinum bar for gripping.
Dropped: The claw-like knives of this nekai lie here, streaked with bloody smears.
Examined: This powerful nekai has been forged in imitation of a bear’s claws, its three blades crafted from iron and thicker then the standard nekai. The claws are long and wickedly sharp, becoming a dangerous weapon that bears a curving slant meant for mauling and raking. Thin, platinum plates extend past the weapon onto the wielder’s forearm, providing a thin metal veil to deflect enemy strikes. Red gold has been carved into chunks of flesh and pieces of various organs, then fused onto the plates and claws, imbuing the nekai with a gruesome appearance and seeming as though they were recently plunged into a kill. Flakes of rusted iron and red gold have been fused onto the knives in generous globs, coating the weapon with metallic blood and smears from the rust paint it a morbid pink. Resting in the hollow of space beneath the claws is a smoothed, platinum bar for gripping.
QUOTE
5934 - pink doeskin robes of flayed viscanti hide
Dropped: Some robes have been discarded here, seeming nothing more then the flayed husk of some unfortunate soul.
Examined: Confectioned from the soft, tanned hide of a doe, these robes are of a tight fit that snugly encases the body and limbs of its bearer. The skinned husk of a viscanti has been inverted and then skillfully sewn onto the garment, an excess amount of old blood and remaining chunks of rotting muscle staining the garment a bloody pink. Elaborate work with dyes and paints have further refined obscure ligaments with diluted streaks, and established sinewy muscle in dark shades bordering fucshia along every trace of the garment. A desiccated eyeball adorns the cuffs of the robe like a macabre cufflink, each having been cast with a thin enamel of red gold and have had their irides tinted with a pink dye. Scorched finger bones fully encircle the tattered hem of these robes, crimson runes depicting death engraved upon them. Sewn into a mask, and meant to be pulled down over the face, the hood of these robes has been tailored from the skinned cranium of a viscanti child. The grisly ornament is lined with pink doeskin leather, while strands of scarlet hair still cling to the child’s scalp.
Dropped: Some robes have been discarded here, seeming nothing more then the flayed husk of some unfortunate soul.
Examined: Confectioned from the soft, tanned hide of a doe, these robes are of a tight fit that snugly encases the body and limbs of its bearer. The skinned husk of a viscanti has been inverted and then skillfully sewn onto the garment, an excess amount of old blood and remaining chunks of rotting muscle staining the garment a bloody pink. Elaborate work with dyes and paints have further refined obscure ligaments with diluted streaks, and established sinewy muscle in dark shades bordering fucshia along every trace of the garment. A desiccated eyeball adorns the cuffs of the robe like a macabre cufflink, each having been cast with a thin enamel of red gold and have had their irides tinted with a pink dye. Scorched finger bones fully encircle the tattered hem of these robes, crimson runes depicting death engraved upon them. Sewn into a mask, and meant to be pulled down over the face, the hood of these robes has been tailored from the skinned cranium of a viscanti child. The grisly ornament is lined with pink doeskin leather, while strands of scarlet hair still cling to the child’s scalp.
Celina2008-05-28 03:35:24
QUOTE(Kharaen d @ May 27 2008, 10:30 PM) 515998
The pink robes and nekai I designed are very manly.
I want those robes