Casilu2009-01-23 18:08:03
The Portal of Fate flashes as Nubbin steps through, now ready to begin a fresh life in Lusternia.
(Serenwilde): Please welcome Nubbin who just stepped out of the Portal of Fate as a new commune member!
Nejii's heir.
(Serenwilde): Please welcome Nubbin who just stepped out of the Portal of Fate as a new commune member!
Nejii's heir.
Ayisdra2009-01-23 19:57:34
(Blacktalon): Nerra (from the Aetherways) says, "Who made the trees? It was Estarra, yes?"
Somaria2009-01-23 20:56:40
QUOTE
randomnarcotic (3:48:54 PM): lol
randomnarcotic (3:48:58 PM): I should
randomnarcotic (3:49:55 PM): .....
randomnarcotic (3:49:57 PM): Quote
Fania2009-01-23 22:01:21
Poor Thoros. He got quoted.
Unknown2009-01-24 00:19:30
Oh...oh it's on.
No more Mr. Nice Guy
No more Mr. Nice Guy
Arix2009-01-24 00:23:23
Jesus loves you, but everyone else thinks you're an hole
Unknown2009-01-24 00:43:58
QUOTE (Arix @ Jan 24 2009, 12:23 AM) <{POST_SNAPBACK}>
Jesus loves you, but everyone else thinks you're an hole
Damn. I thought even he thought I was an asshole.
Unknown2009-01-24 00:47:41
Arix2009-01-24 00:56:30
I was quoting a bumper sticker I saw earlier
Shaddus2009-01-24 01:00:36
Wait, that's the wrong one.
But I think it gets the point across.
Vathael2009-01-24 03:13:19
The Antechamber of Injustice.
The corrosiveness of the taint sickens the land. Motes of energy dance around a
crystalline power node that pushes up from the ground here. A slim, grey
speckled stallion with a silvery tail stands firm here. With dark brown eyes, a
muscular wyvern with carnelian bat wings prowls around here. A large, brown
stallion with a snow white tail stands firm here. Smoke curling from her
nostrils, a pure black nightmare paws impatiently at the crimson clouds that
roil beneath her hooves. A huge archdemon looms here, surrounded by black mist.
An icewall is here, blocking passage to the south. A brown striped, portly pony
with a bushy tail stands here quietly. Lanfayr d'Murani is here, shrouded. She
wields a long black chain with steel scythes with both hands. Patriarch Kalas
Ixion, Legion Overlord towers here, shrouded. He wields a menacing double-edged
klangaxe with both hands. Apprentice Ceren Valtyros is here, shrouded. He wields
a twisted staff in his left hand and a matte black shield with an inlaid silver
phoenix in his right. Heresiarch Nariah d'Iasani, the Benevolent is here,
shrouded. She wields a damning symbol of domination in her left hand and a
glowing powerstone in her right. Romero, Fist of Luciphage is here, giving off a
truly ghastly stench. He wields a damning symbol of domination in his left hand
and a dark shield bearing a crimson mask in his right. Ur'Warlord Thoros
d'Murani, Scythe of The Red Masque is here, shrouded. He wields an iron maiden
war hammer in each hand.
You see exits leading east and south.
10168h, 3281m, 5100e, 10p, 31119en, 20397w elrxk<>-
WOOPS?! So much for bashing.
Ceren points at the tainted earth beneath your feet, snarling with a look of
+--+
+--+
+--+
madness on his face. The ground begins to tremble.
10168h, 3281m, 5100e, 10p, 31139en, 20400w elrxk<>-
olol rite
9155h, 3300m, 5100e, 10p, 31159en, 20400w elrxkp<>-tumble e
A strange force prevents you from moving that way.
6616h, 1283m, 5100e, 10p, 31199en, 20346w lrxkp<>-sip mana
Laughing maniacally, Ceren clenches his fists in triumph as the ground splits
open beneath you, releasing foul smelling vapour and a blast of fetid heat. You
hover momentarily over the gaping earthen maw before being sucked screaming down
into its darkness. Your life is quickly snuffed out as the walls of this
stinking chasm rumble shut, crushing you to jelly.
You have been slain by Ceren.
Black domotheos death energy rises up from your body, solidifying into the form
of a skull. The floating skull opens its jaws and a jet of inky black smoke
shoots at Ceren, melting the flesh from his bones.
As the attack punches through Ceren's phantom armour, a backlash of crackling
phantasmal energy lashes out at you.
<>-
You are dead and cannot do that.
Well, wasn't that fun!
--moments later--
Ixion rolls on the floor, laughing.
You tell Patriarch Kalas Ixion, Legion Overlord, "Duel?"
--no response.. seriously?--
You tell Patriarch Kalas Ixion, Legion Overlord, "Didn't think so."
Ixion tells you, "Shikha demolishing you should have put you in your place,
thought so."
You tell Patriarch Kalas Ixion, Legion Overlord, "Not really after I demolished
her after fixing my healing, thought so."
You tell Patriarch Kalas Ixion, Legion Overlord, "And I'd hate to smash your
face in like I have before."
You tell Patriarch Kalas Ixion, Legion Overlord, "Because you suck. "
Ixion tells you, "I don't care, thought so."
7906h, 4620m, 5100e, 10p, 30900en, 18900w elrx<>-reply I wouldn't imagine so because you cannot phase me.
That person has chosen to ignore you.
lulz.
The corrosiveness of the taint sickens the land. Motes of energy dance around a
crystalline power node that pushes up from the ground here. A slim, grey
speckled stallion with a silvery tail stands firm here. With dark brown eyes, a
muscular wyvern with carnelian bat wings prowls around here. A large, brown
stallion with a snow white tail stands firm here. Smoke curling from her
nostrils, a pure black nightmare paws impatiently at the crimson clouds that
roil beneath her hooves. A huge archdemon looms here, surrounded by black mist.
An icewall is here, blocking passage to the south. A brown striped, portly pony
with a bushy tail stands here quietly. Lanfayr d'Murani is here, shrouded. She
wields a long black chain with steel scythes with both hands. Patriarch Kalas
Ixion, Legion Overlord towers here, shrouded. He wields a menacing double-edged
klangaxe with both hands. Apprentice Ceren Valtyros is here, shrouded. He wields
a twisted staff in his left hand and a matte black shield with an inlaid silver
phoenix in his right. Heresiarch Nariah d'Iasani, the Benevolent is here,
shrouded. She wields a damning symbol of domination in her left hand and a
glowing powerstone in her right. Romero, Fist of Luciphage is here, giving off a
truly ghastly stench. He wields a damning symbol of domination in his left hand
and a dark shield bearing a crimson mask in his right. Ur'Warlord Thoros
d'Murani, Scythe of The Red Masque is here, shrouded. He wields an iron maiden
war hammer in each hand.
You see exits leading east and south.
10168h, 3281m, 5100e, 10p, 31119en, 20397w elrxk<>-
WOOPS?! So much for bashing.
Ceren points at the tainted earth beneath your feet, snarling with a look of
+--+
+--+
+--+
madness on his face. The ground begins to tremble.
10168h, 3281m, 5100e, 10p, 31139en, 20400w elrxk<>-
olol rite
9155h, 3300m, 5100e, 10p, 31159en, 20400w elrxkp<>-tumble e
A strange force prevents you from moving that way.
6616h, 1283m, 5100e, 10p, 31199en, 20346w lrxkp<>-sip mana
Laughing maniacally, Ceren clenches his fists in triumph as the ground splits
open beneath you, releasing foul smelling vapour and a blast of fetid heat. You
hover momentarily over the gaping earthen maw before being sucked screaming down
into its darkness. Your life is quickly snuffed out as the walls of this
stinking chasm rumble shut, crushing you to jelly.
You have been slain by Ceren.
Black domotheos death energy rises up from your body, solidifying into the form
of a skull. The floating skull opens its jaws and a jet of inky black smoke
shoots at Ceren, melting the flesh from his bones.
As the attack punches through Ceren's phantom armour, a backlash of crackling
phantasmal energy lashes out at you.
<>-
You are dead and cannot do that.
Well, wasn't that fun!
--moments later--
Ixion rolls on the floor, laughing.
You tell Patriarch Kalas Ixion, Legion Overlord, "Duel?"
--no response.. seriously?--
You tell Patriarch Kalas Ixion, Legion Overlord, "Didn't think so."
Ixion tells you, "Shikha demolishing you should have put you in your place,
thought so."
You tell Patriarch Kalas Ixion, Legion Overlord, "Not really after I demolished
her after fixing my healing, thought so."
You tell Patriarch Kalas Ixion, Legion Overlord, "And I'd hate to smash your
face in like I have before."
You tell Patriarch Kalas Ixion, Legion Overlord, "Because you suck. "
Ixion tells you, "I don't care, thought so."
7906h, 4620m, 5100e, 10p, 30900en, 18900w elrx<>-reply I wouldn't imagine so because you cannot phase me.
That person has chosen to ignore you.
lulz.
Shaddus2009-01-24 03:15:59
You gave up all rights to bash on Astral when you left Mag.
Didn't you get the memo?
Didn't you get the memo?
Unknown2009-01-24 04:07:26
QUOTE (Shaddus Mes'ard @ Jan 23 2009, 10:15 PM) <{POST_SNAPBACK}>
You gave up all rights to bash on Astral when you left Mag.
Didn't you get the memo?
Didn't you get the memo?
You better be careful Shaddus, if Mag doesn't let him hunt, we'll send RYBOI down south. Then, you shall know the true meaning of suffering.
Vathael2009-01-24 04:38:19
It's not so much I can't hunt as not paying attention and walking into a group of people, heh. What the :censor: is shaddus going to do to me, seriously.
Unknown2009-01-24 04:41:01
QUOTE (Kialkarkea @ Jan 24 2009, 12:07 PM) <{POST_SNAPBACK}>
You better be careful Shaddus, if Mag doesn't let him hunt, we'll send RYBOI down south. Then, you shall know the true meaning of suffering.
Oh noes
Arix2009-01-24 07:15:15
EDIT: Never mind, just delete this post
Unknown2009-01-24 08:14:12
Wow, players really control bashing areas here?
Iwiertas2009-01-24 08:19:42
QUOTE (julie @ Jan 24 2009, 01:14 AM) <{POST_SNAPBACK}>
Wow, players really control bashing areas here?
Astral is a very high level bashing zone. But the answer to your questions is usually no. They just 'don like Vathael very much right now.
Dai2009-01-24 10:20:01
QUOTE (julie @ Jan 24 2009, 08:14 AM) <{POST_SNAPBACK}>
Wow, players really control bashing areas here?
Nay. But on off-prime areas like Astral there's no PKing rules, so a lot of ganking goes on. On the bright side, experience loss is minimal, assuming you have conglutinate.
Everiine2009-01-24 16:07:12
QUOTE (julie @ Jan 24 2009, 03:14 AM) <{POST_SNAPBACK}>
Wow, players really control bashing areas here?
This more just happened by chance. Vathael unknowingly walked into a room filled with people who hate his guts .