I laughed, then I cried...

but for no obvious reason (again) Sarye, the Lady of the Black
Tide and apparently a lost Tide Lord, dashed out from their midst and
tripped onto my shofa, impaling herself and dying pathetically.

After supplying her with these elemental creatures, she decided to turn
into a small rock, demanding that Desitrus return her to the Prime
Material plane. After doing that, and discovering that the rock was
somehow cursed by Geomancers (blowing up Lehki and Raeri), Desitrus
eventually managed to de-hex it

Nejii can make even the most disastrous event sound comedic and commonplace in newsposts.

So I was talking to Malicia and I finally got her to send me some screenshots of her desktop..



It's really time for an update.

Sadly enough, that looks familiar.

(Market): Talkan says, "Buying 70 dingbats."

(Market): Romero says, "Young, successful bachelor. Looking for love in all the wrong places. Send tells."

(Market): Shaddus says, "Also making beds, trans artisan for hire."

(Market): Jigan says, "Meet a successful bachelor? Entice him with a romantic picnic. Cook for hire."

(Market): Xypher says, "Jeweler for hire!"

(Market): Nys says, "Need a fancy outfit for that first date? Transcendent Tailor for hire."

(Market): Inagin says, "Seeking cheaper credits. Not using it to buy love."

(Market): Doman says, "Don't want a weird...wyrd outfit? Trans tailor from CElest."

(Market): Ried says, "Need to woo that woman with a romantic poem or two? Transcendent bookbinder for hire."

(Market): Sylvanis says, "Selling divine sketches."

(Market): Mikalia says, "Need comfort food because you can't get that date? Transcendent cook for hire."

(Market): Morhgor says, "Need a stick to beat off prospective suitors? Adept Forger for hire."

This all happened over a period of a couple minutes. Here's to all you market sluts:

(Serenwilde): Klia (from the Aetherways) says, "I 'at t'at son of a mot'erless goat touc'ing, pig fondling, donkey loving cow lover."

snoop inagin pack
It is large enough to hold a considerable amount of goods. Grey and mottled
brown, it has been skillfully woven to keep out the majority of water in the
rain. Pockets of all shapes and sizes hang off of it, ready to store any number
of things.
It has 19 months of usefulness left.
It weighs about 3 pounds and 0 ounce(s).
It bears the distinctive mark of Trader Bob.
A canvas backpack is holding:
"panties94292" pink silk panties
--insert random other stuff here--

You say to Inagin, "Nice panties."

He's talking about Tarkers. This is why I like Klia

Note: Kill Klia for insulting grandkid.

Pfft. Tarkers is an

Val is awsome. Tarkers can...actually, I think I would get modpoints for saying that even WITH censors.

(The Chieftain's Circle): Klia (from the Astral Plane) says, "I'm c'asin virgins w'at 'appened?"

(Market): Papraki says, "Seeking free credits on i might pay you back grounds."

Among the sparkling motes of light, a translucent figure appears in the air and
then quickly solidifies as Nejii comes into view.

4087h, 5328m, 5934e, 10p, 15385en, 25105w ---

A small furry creature darts across the road in front of you.

So I was talking to Malicia and I finally got her to send me some screenshots of her desktop..



It's really time for an update.