You confide in a Kusala of the Tahtetso how much you admire his dazzling mental
and physical skills.
A Kusala of the Tahtetso puffs up his chest and a crazy gleam enters his eyes as
he vigorously agrees with you that his intelligence and strength far surpasses
anyone else.
Your soul cries out in ecstasy as it reaches new heights of power. You have
advanced to level 83.
You have reached the illustrious level of 3rd Circle of the Fates.

Aw.

Big raves to the weired-god event. Bigger raves to whomever is controlling them.

Glitterweb designs are awesome compared to Goldleaf.

YAY legtendon. Now if only I could build up wounds effectively as a trill.

Double exp.

Got level 84 yesterday and now have 63%. Hopefully I'll have 86 by the end of this thing.

Exeryte. Excellently witty revenge enacted on me. Made me giggle. Many thanks for being fun.

He is an immortal and is of massive form, towering well above any mortal. A
large, bushy beard sprouts from the bottom of His face, a tangle and mass of
rich brown hair filled with bits of foliage and stray clumps of soil. His hair
runs down His back in a length of tangled knots, its long, wavy locks strewn
with dried leaves the colour of the autumn forest and ripe with the loamy scent
of earth and lands. His huge arms and hands are streaked with rich brown mud, as
is His face. Although He is both broad and tall, He manages to move with an
unnatural grace and precision, one ever familiar with the lands they tread. A
strange quality burns in His eyes, sharp with the keen awareness of a predator
poorly shrouded by a flawless look of compassion.
Auseklis, the Wanderer almost glows with nearly god-like power.
He weighs about 374 pounds.
You cannot see what Auseklis, the Wanderer is holding.

Turning away, Auseklis, the Wanderer begins to crumble away in an ethereal wind,
His being crumbling into small twigs and foliage.

Shrouded in the loamy scent of the earth and forests, Auseklis the Wanderer is here, a huge chunk of tree in one hand.

Auseklis Mob!

He is an immortal and is of massive form, towering well above any mortal. A
large, bushy beard sprouts from the bottom of His face, a tangle and mass of
rich brown hair filled with bits of foliage and stray clumps of soil. His hair
runs down His back in a length of tangled knots, its long, wavy locks strewn
with dried leaves the colour of the autumn forest and ripe with the loamy scent
of earth and lands. His huge arms and hands are streaked with rich brown mud, as
is His face. Although He is both broad and tall, He manages to move with an
unnatural grace and precision, one ever familiar with the lands they tread. A
strange quality burns in His eyes, sharp with the keen awareness of a predator
poorly shrouded by a flawless look of compassion.

I win.

Submitted my bardic. I think it's pretty good, though not like I started out to write it. I hope I win.

So many people are helpful with the description grabbing thing. I really, really do appreciate it.

My message was wasted.

I still appreciate it.

Ah. Belatedly, Xenthos.

Ixion

... This picture made my day. Why is Ixion inactive?

Damn.

Isn't that one of the backstreet boys? Lance Bass, or something?

How would I know?

I googled it: nope. Kinda sorta similar, but not the same.

Lyrethmob shouts.


I would like an emote now that is like..

You stomp about the area swinging your fists as you scream "DO ME OBEDIENCE!"

Soandso stomps about the area their fists swinging wildly as they scream, "DO ME OBEDIENCE!"

You stomp towards Jim swinging your fists wildly at him and screaming "DO ME OBEDIENCE!"

Soandso stomps towards Jim, wildly swinging their fists and screaming "DO ME OBEDIENCE!"

Soandso stomps towards you, wildly swinging their fists and screaming "DO ME OBEDIENCE!"

...yes please.