Crek says, "I'm wearing a brown shirt with black shoes. Am I going to fashion hell now?"

Viynain says, "You can be saved though, Crek. Come to my bedroomm and strip off your sins and we shall cleanse you!"

Ser Shuyin of the Shadows frowns and says, "Can you enchant for me?"

Shuyin nudges Vermilla suggestively.

Vermilla raises an eyebrow at Shuyin.

Vermilla shakes her head at Shuyin.

Shuyin says, "Pssshhhh..."

Merciful Judge Vermilla Zayah says, "Leave glom and maybe."

Vermilla's eyes sparkle with amusement.

Ser Shuyin of the Shadows says, "Not glom."

Shuyin gets some gold sovereigns from a fesix backpack.

You say, "You're so Glom dude."

Vermilla nods her head emphatically.

Squire Shuyin of the Armies of Light says, "Nonesense."

Heh, old trigger is old. We don't fight Celest anymore. I need to change that.

Toracu swings a flying dragon klangaxe at you, and you make ready with a darkened hammer. Toracu's klangaxe cuts your hammer, and you easily deflect the blow.
With a deft move, you retaliate with a quick swing of a darkened hammer at Toracu. You cut him hard on the right arm, delivering an enormous bruise.



Toracu swings a flying dragon klangaxe at you, and you make ready with a darkened hammer. Toracu's klangaxe cuts your hammer, and you easily deflect the blow.
With a deft move, you retaliate with a quick swing of a darkened hammer at Toracu. You viciously cut his ribs, forcing him to grimace in pain.

(Glomdoring): Sviesa says, "The Master Ravenwood has dropped a nut. What should be done with it?"

Teehee.

(Celest): Eventru says, "Your last chance, citizenry, before We retire to Our Realm to enjoy a bit of solitude, and to play with the hermit crabs."

(Great House Dekoven): You say, "Milord, I had no idea You had crabs?"

(Great House Dekoven): Eventru says, "...Raflein?"

A precise lance of scorching blue flame shoots across the heavens.
You have barely a fraction of a second to feel a dread foreboding before the lance of flame slams directly into your chest, filling your mind with white-hot pain and seeming to set every nerve in your body aflame. When you finally begin to breathe again, there is surprisingly no mark upon your form, but a weakness of mind and body remain to attest to Eventru's anger.

A precise lance of scorching blue flame shoots across the heavens.
You have barely a fraction of a second to feel a dread foreboding before the lance of flame slams directly into your chest, filling your mind with white-hot pain and seeming to set every nerve in your body aflame. When you finally begin to breathe again, there is surprisingly no mark upon your form, but a weakness of mind and body remain to attest to Eventru's anger.

A precise lance of scorching blue flame shoots across the heavens.
You have barely a fraction of a second to feel a dread foreboding before the lance of flame slams directly into your chest, filling your mind with white-hot pain and seeming to set every nerve in your body aflame. When you finally begin to breathe again, there is surprisingly no mark upon your form, but a weakness of mind and body remain to attest to Eventru's anger.

A precise lance of scorching blue flame shoots across the heavens.
You have barely a fraction of a second to feel a dread foreboding before the lance of flame slams directly into your chest, filling your mind with white-hot pain and seeming to set every nerve in your body aflame. When you finally begin to breathe again, there is surprisingly no mark upon your form, but a weakness of mind and body remain to attest to Eventru's anger.

A precise lance of scorching blue flame shoots across the heavens.
You have barely a fraction of a second to feel a dread foreboding before the lance of flame slams directly into your chest, filling your mind with white-hot pain and seeming to set every nerve in your body aflame. When you finally begin to breathe again, there is surprisingly no mark upon your form, but a weakness of mind and body remain to attest to Eventru's anger.

A precise lance of scorching blue flame shoots across the heavens.
You have barely a fraction of a second to feel a dread foreboding before the lance of flame slams directly into your chest, filling your mind with white-hot pain and seeming to set every nerve in your body aflame. When you finally begin to breathe again, there is surprisingly no mark upon your form, but a weakness of mind and body remain to attest to Eventru's anger.

A precise lance of scorching blue flame shoots across the heavens.
You have barely a fraction of a second to feel a dread foreboding before the lance of flame slams directly into your chest, filling your mind with white-hot pain and seeming to set every nerve in your body aflame. When you finally begin to breathe again, there is surprisingly no mark upon your form, but a weakness of mind and body remain to attest to Eventru's anger.

A precise lance of scorching blue flame shoots across the heavens.
You have barely a fraction of a second to feel a dread foreboding before the lance of flame slams directly into your chest, filling your mind with white-hot pain and seeming to set every nerve in your body aflame. When you finally begin to breathe again, there is surprisingly no mark upon your form, but a weakness of mind and body remain to attest to Eventru's anger.

A precise lance of scorching blue flame shoots across the heavens.
You have barely a fraction of a second to feel a dread foreboding before the lance of flame slams directly into your chest, filling your mind with white-hot pain and seeming to set every nerve in your body aflame. When you finally begin to breathe again, there is surprisingly no mark upon your form, but a weakness of mind and body remain to attest to Eventru's anger.

A precise lance of scorching blue flame shoots across the heavens.
You have barely a fraction of a second to feel a dread foreboding before the lance of flame slams directly into your chest, filling your mind with white-hot pain and seeming to set every nerve in your body aflame. When you finally begin to breathe again, there is surprisingly no mark upon your form, but a weakness of mind and body remain to attest to Eventru's anger.

(Great House Dekoven): You say, "Ouch."


Hey...he was asking for it

(Jhagar): Narsrim says, "The reason I yell is because I care."

Spindle tells you, "My fashion sense is perfectly fine, thank you."

You tell Mister Spindle, a Fate Guide, "Those shoes with that hat? I wonder
about you sometimes, I really do."

Spindle tells you, "Actually, I'm just wearing white robes. Very simple and
elegant, I'll have you know."

You tell Mister Spindle, a Fate Guide, "You should wear the gold and ivory
robes, you'd be the envy of the other Guides."

Spindle tells you, "But then you couldn't see through them as easily."

You tell Mister Spindle, a Fate Guide, "Is THAT why novices are always wandering
through the wrong portals, because they get distracted by the shiny man in the
seethrough nightie?"

Spindle tells you, "Just count yourself lucky that I don't stand at the
Aetherplex."

It sucks, no second place prize?!




Luckily, Melville is an awesome guy >:D

Checking WHO with thirdeye, I spotted this.


I laughed.

Morgfyre mobs are decidely kick-ass.

Thought he was working over at MKO.

Someone lied to you. >.>

Which is kind of true...

I think he is. This is probably a new admin playing him.

Hi new Morgfyre!

A new admin who is not good with periods.

Uh, hush. Morgfyre probably uses illusions to speak, and illusions are hard to use. Give the guy a break.