Narsrim and Talkan. We had a chat on the GT today about how we shouldn't be at war with Glom and that we WEREN'T in the first place, seeing as it had been at least an IG decade since we even touched them. It was funny.

How did you have a chat with Narsrim and Talkan on GT simultaneously? *scratch* I thought Narsrim was the Tahtetso Champ, and Talkan was the Celestine one...

And not too long ago, Celest raided Crow's... erm... things. When I contested Thoros.

Fixed

Eventru, quit logging on as Fania to post funny things. Srsly.

The tiny red mushrooms on the ground release a cloud of yellow spores, which travel up your nose and make your eyes water.
Small motes of yellow pollen rise up from the wildflowers around you and drift into your mouth. Your throat begins to scratch, forcing you to cough.
Animated branches from the trees above suddenly reach down and clutch you around the waist, pulling you into their foliage.
A shadowlord widowrider says, "Farewell, child of the dark forest."
In the trees above the resonating centre of Glomdoring's black heart.
A graceful tree stands here, shaped vaguely like the form of a woman. An unhealthy toad sits here, covered in mud.
A panoply of bubbles obscures the exits.
A murder of crows descends from the sky with black wings spread and eyes glowing a malevolent red, diving at you in a filthy flurry of malevolent talons and beaks.
Hundreds of bloated spiders crawl up your legs, their painful stings raising red welts on your skin.
You gasp as your fine-tuned reflexes disappear into a haze of confusion.
Flying insects suddenly swarm you, covering you with tiny, painful stings.
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focus body
apply melancholic to chest
sip sanguine
outr kombu
eat kombu

You begin focusing your mind on your motor skills.
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You take out some salve and quickly rub it on your chest.
Your bronchial tubes open up and your asthma is cured.
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You take a drink from a garnet vial.
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You remove 1 kombu, bringing the total in the Rift to 1037.
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You eat kombu seaweed.
Thank Estarra! Your clumsiness has been cured.
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Your muscles unlock; you are no longer paralysed.
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climb down


You may apply another salve to yourself.
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apply melancholic to chest

You carefully watch your footing and shimmy down from the treetops.
The resonating centre of Glomdoring's black heart.
Swirling eddies of chaotic, dancing ether glisten like stars from a shield shrine of Morgfyre nearby. Trailing a multitude of luminous tentacles through the starlight, a medusa jellyfish drifts carelessly about. Sparkling liquids bubble up from a fountain here. A pastel piece of taffy is cast on the ground here. Selen Nimay stands here quietly, keeping a close eye on her seedlings. Bulky, dark-green algae grows on the walls and ceiling here. A moonblade lies in the dust, a silvery triple moon reflecting the available light. A krokani villagewoman peers about herself haughtily. Jerry Wainwright sits on a stool, braiding hemp into rope. A group of opals lies here in a pile. A colourful orange ball made of densely packed together seaweed lies here. A cloaked igasho stands here pensively. A giant, enraged mosquito buzzes angrily here. Charestu Thech stands here, muttering to herself. Expertly counting stacks of gold sovereigns, Mistress Yoshimi flashes you a practiced smile. A glittering black rose pushes up from the ground here. The shadow of a crow circles around the ground like an inky shade. A furry tarantula crouches here, ready to pounce on unsuspecting prey. Looking exceptionally sharp, an elongated scimitar with etched webbings lies here. The Echo of Mahalla sounds out its melancholy pangs amidst a faint violet light. A wooden spike has been left here. Snaikka i'Xiia is here, her grey eyes quietly appraising you behind a pair of oversized spectacles. A wave of heat emanates from a pool of lava that bubbles with magma here. A flow of lava has cascaded down from above and coagulated, creating a sheer wall of volcanic rock. A pearl ring lies on the ground here, awash in an azure glow. An uneaten blueberry cinnamon crepe has been left here. With cavernous mouth gaping wide, a dwarf orca trawls the icy seas for prey. A fink guard peers about himself suspiciously. An emerald button is set here. A long gear is here, embedded into the floor. A brownie leaps about from foot to foot here, giggling inanely. Reaching up as high as the eye can see looms the awesome presence of a living totem. A fearsome tiger shark swims nearby, his maw full of jagged teeth. A Brooch of the Tempest lies here, unclaimed. An unhealthy toad sits here, covered in mud. Deaf and blind, Kebira n'Rotri shuffles around and rattles the chains that bind her. Melbini Mimikin stands here, a spatula in her furry hand. A miniature cloak is here, too small in size for any mortal race. A small, flickering garnet pulsates on the western wall, inviting the touch. A merian bravo stands here, looking at you with suspicion evident in his eyes. A kephera nurse wearily stands here, singing a soft lullaby. Skung, the Red Overseer, stands here menacingly, with arms crossed. Master Kareem d'Lardick paces in a circle here, cursing profusely. A male centaur stands here solemnly, a noble expression on his face. A lucidian astrologer stands here, quickly making notes on a small piece of parchment. Available light glinting from its reflective frame and lenses, a pair of delicate spectacles lay left behind. Towering above you, this massive mammoth has a thick, shaggy hide and long yellowed tusks. A platter bearing an elaborate pictorial depiction of the Basin lies here. A kephera worker scuttles busily here. A large yellow spider skitters about, its mandibles clicking menacingly. A birch sapling clings tenaciously to the ground here. A green eyelash viper is slithering about here. Pyrlios, a beach bum swaggers about here. Mikhail Sidorov is here studying the toolbox in his hands. An ornate royal crab scuttles about with purpose, its presence commanding respect. Veiled in a fading cloud of smoke, a polished ebony pipe lies here. Brandishing a barbed whip, an insectoid kephera convoy leader chitters orders to the following wagon. A heavy codex has been set aside here. Lady Ardath n'Lochli, an elaborately masked viscanti, strolls gracefully by, bejeweled in regal blue silks and lace. King Bolete stands here, surveying his land. A snowy owl preens itself here. Swirling ominously within a swathe of blackness, a diseased parasite slithers here. A carriage pulled by two dashros travels here. A local rascal is scampering about, getting in the way. Clicking his mandibles eagerly, Professor Akhaneti, Master of the Lands, stares intently at maps of New Celest. Hackles raised, an adult grey wolf sniffs the air for enemies. A pair of bracers of midnight blue lie on the ground, the silver scrollwork upon them gleaming brightly. With her wings spread, a divine deva floats in the air before you. A wooden blowgun is here, resting on the ground. Large, and hairy, a gigantic plush chair scuttles in circles, barking to itself and flapping its useless wings. Vroshnak the Destroyer stands here, his huge tusks gleaming. Bruno, a tubby tae'dae cub, sits on the floor, munching on some berries. Bavarro Flatfur paces about, twitching anxiously. Selene, the First of the Mothers sits with legs crossed and her hands folded on her rounded belly. Mending a torn pair of shorts, an old woman stands here, her back slightly hunched over. Llyzild, a crystalline freak crouches in the shadows here. A golden sickle rests on the ground, radiating an aura of power. Strumming her lute softly, Lekari, Sage of Songs floats just above the ground. Aryano Strongarm stands here. A decorative seashell has been tossed carelessly on the ground. Ashtorath, Duke of Inescapable Damnation, towers over his surroundings and seethes with a palpable hate. Orovosh, the igasho chief stands here deep in thought. A filthy street urchin crouches in a corner, sniveling from the smoggy air. Covered in rotting vegetation, the Swampghast looms here menacingly. The fossilized remains of Laith are here. Susie is here, playing happily with her pail and shovel. A sharpened scythe with a leather-wrapped handle lies here rusting. Peering around severely, Soneshka, Mistress of the Herders taps her staff thoughtfully on the ground. A giant jovial wombat stands here on all fours. A large trapdoor sits here, embedded in the ground. The predatory figure of a baleful barghest prowls about the area, hunting its next victim. A mass of tentacles surround a giant crystal squid as it basks in the warm ocean waters. A small pamphlet lies folded here. An elegant notecard lies discarded here, in danger of being crushed underfoot. Sidalt Sinenth is here surveying her surroundings. Paka Proudpaw sits on a bale of straw, chewing on a blade of grass. A stern expression on her face, Ushinaa, Mistress of the Wyvernkeepers stands here, impatiently tapping her left foot. Wreathed in smoke, Momma Mia stands here imperiously. Fiddling with various materials, Ember Dust paces about his surroundings. An igasho huntress calmly rests here. Delatini Pufftail busily thrashes a sheaf of wheat here. A roll of very valuable dingbats has been left here! A merian swineherd stands here, sharpening a butcher's knife idly as he watches his herd through a window. In danger of being stolen by stray leprechauns, a small clover-shaped brooch lies here forgotten. A bowl lined with ladyfingers and filled with custard has been abandoned here. A brown hill goat grazes here contentedly. A kephera worker scuttles busily here. A package of meat has been left out to rot. A glistening black egg is nestled here within the branches. Firmly set into the ground, a brilliant blade of gold has been placed here. Teeming with brilliant sea anemones and algae, a vibrant coral reef is surrounded by schools of darting fish. A dwarf is here, mining a vein of platinum with his trusty pick. An orc brave squats warily here, glancing around with his spear waving at every passing shadow.
A panoply of bubbles obscures the exits.
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Ciaran of the Murder says, "Odd."




Coolest thing I've seen in a while

(Viper Fang Forging): Raikogen says, "Glom is like communism. On paper it seems awesome, in reality it fails."

You point your staff at a wriggling sewer eel and it swells, rapidly discharging
a torrent of poisonous fumes and sharp rocks into his body, engulfing flesh and
spirit with deadly venoms.
A wriggling sewer eel turns purple as the poisonous fumes overcome him and blood
gushes out of his mouth as he collapses to the floor, dead.
You have slain a wriggling sewer eel.
qsc
A king's ransom of golden sovereigns spill from the corpse.

Got to love that insanity, aye?

@Sidd Woah, was that some affliction, or a misweave?

Dementia makes you see random objects instead of what's actually there. As each guard counts as a separate object ...

If you want to experience it, ask me some time. It's a 33% Mythical Telepathy skill.

That's awesome. And I think it is cause of the 80 odd spores lying around rather than the guards.

Raikogen arrives in a cone of sparkling light.

His tongue dancing gracefully, Haiden kisses Raikogen with melting passion.

"Bleh," Raikogen says, as he rolls his eyes in disgust.

"What the...?" you say, looking puzzled.

You choke back a laugh as Raikogen releases a painfully accurate kick to
Haiden's shin in retribution for his behaviour.

Haiden playfully nibbles on Raikogen's lower lip before giving him a soft, sweet
kiss.

Raikogen leaves to the ether.

Melodious vibrations stir softly beneath your feet.

You say, "Thanks for molesting my customers away."

Raikogen tells you, "Bleh he tricked me, I thought I was getting free gold."

In all fairness I'm not bashing on Glom, I like Glom ... my alts are always there whenever I make an alt ... I always find it to be super interesting ... just that it fails because not many people are there.

Dementia is wonderous. In Aetolia, Weedy and I would hypno each other with it and sit around tripping out on all the crazy things, trying to figure out where the rooms were (be sure to be verbose) - it shows rooms that are disconnected or not yet formally part of the map!

Correction, three people. Talkan, Narsrim and their tool Steingrim who just up and decided that there should be a war.

The majority of Celest is more worried with beating Magnagora down to bother with Glomdoring - most people don't know there is any 'war' going on with them. Which, frankly, is good with me - they don't need any more trouble than they already get from Serenwilde, but hey, whatever.

I only know about it cause I got yelled at for buying from Whytepearl. But those health refills are sooooo cheap!

The fate guides scare me