Nienla made me smile today.

...for reasons which have nothing to do with grief nor griefing, so shush.

My customization is gonna be awesome. I'll have all sorts of fun new RP for it with Lucan. *squee*

Pointing your staff at an aetheretic slivven, icy water erupts forth and pounds into his body. An aetheretic slivven gasps from the shock of the cold water, the very breath knocked out of him.
You have scored a WORLD-SHATTERING CRITICAL HIT!!!
No longer able to stand the brutal force of the icy waters, an aetheretic slivven struggles for one last breath before succumbing to death.
You have slain an aetheretic slivven.
You suddenly scoop up the corpse of an aetheretic slivven.

WHEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeee!!

It's a great feeling not to have to eat or sleep again.

I really love the image I get of aetherhunting.

Me too.

It's vaguely reminiscent of AD&D's Spelljammer campaign setting, which I suspect had a modest influence on the concept of aetherhunting.

It's like Spelljammer, but MORE AWESOME. None of the ridiculous bits and ALL OF THE AWESOME BITS.

I don't know, I think the space hippos compare favourably with Crumkindivia.

Interesting discussions and debates in the Hallifax Library, even if I was devil's advocate.

Seconding.

Going from




to



while influencing and hanging out with Val all night. It's been a good night

I would probably be more inclined to level if I had someone to talk to while I was doing it.

It sure helps.

You point the tip of your athame at a slithering ooze's heart and make a sudden stabbing motion. A glowing pentagram shoots from the tip of the athame and slams into his chest, making him gasp in pain.
You have scored an ANNIHILATINGLY POWERFUL CRITICAL hit!
A slithering ooze falls to his knees and blood gushes from his eyes, ears and nose. He gives one final gasp before falling faceward in death.
You have slain a slithering ooze.
Your soul cries out in ecstasy as it reaches new heights of power. You have advanced to level 100.
You have reached the illustrious level of Demigod.
You feel your innermost energies growing to extreme proportions as a darkness takes over your senses. When your senses return, you find yourself in a different location and there is a strange feeling within you.



Thanks to -everyone- who helped me along the way!

A wide ribbon of moonlight streaks down from the Moon high above, bathing you and lifting you high into the heavens. Along with a sudden pulling movement, there is a bright silver flash that obscures all vision. When you can see again, you find yourself in a great hall, enwreathed in blue flames.
Halls of the Spirits.
Superimposed over this location, an ethereal forest reaches up to the sky. A sigil in the shape of a small, rectangular monolith is on the ground.
You see exits leading north, northeast, southeast, southwest, northwest, up, and down.
You have completed the White Hart's final task!
The Flame of dae'Seren materializes in your hands.

Same thanks as Siam!

Finishing the Chancel cycle

Getting my swords from Casilu. Woo!

Exploring inner temples.