Presents!

by Shaddus

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Fania2008-12-26 03:12:00
That still doesn't answer my question!
Xiel2008-12-26 03:56:31
CODE
You quickly unwrap a divinely wrapped present, which sprays glittering silver
dust and cheerful confetti into the air, and excitedly pull a Symbol of the Gods
from within.


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Rika2008-12-26 03:59:18
Bubble pipe. So, who wants to take my next present? Applications can be sent directly to Rika via message. People who have already got a present/I don't like/know need not apply.
Zalandrus2008-12-26 05:32:08
6 vials of poisons, at just a little past midnight here!
Seraku2008-12-28 04:54:10
I got a bar of soap... On a rope.. Yes that was in the desc.
Saran2008-12-28 07:27:48
I fell asleep and zmud kept me logged in so I got a pocketbelt and three empty presents


QUOTE
A pocketbelt is holding:
182 emerald
101 ruby
144 bodoru
140 earwort
156 red tincture
135 gold tincture


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Krackenor2008-12-28 13:19:43
my haul for the year...

Zip! yay.gif

No gnomes, no ironbeard, and 18 hours logged.
Nariah2008-12-28 17:06:08
I thought Ironbeard and gnomes are gone? chin.gif
Unknown2008-12-30 14:42:23
Got a diamond chalice from a gnome.

Spent some of my credits (a bunch, actually) buying dingbats from folks to get myself a few fun presents: sparkatron, doll, and colorful pipe.
Unknown2008-12-30 19:29:29
I got nothing at all!

That is, until Halamir gave me one he got. hug.gif

It was two pocketbelts full of animal treats. I was just happy getting a present. tongue.gif
Marluxia2008-12-30 22:51:25
I didnt get anything! Bleh, everyones probably loaded with credits and stuff right now... DX
Shaddus2009-01-01 05:15:39
Moar gnomes? It's true!

Keep it coming for the new year gnomes!
Unknown2009-01-01 05:18:25
Bubble pipe!!!

166 credits, weeeeeee!
Esano2009-01-01 05:20:47
Magic carpet and a golden paintbrush. biggrin.gif
Shaddus2009-01-01 05:42:26
Damn Incabulos, he got my present.


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Incabulos proudly shows off a symbol etched with a flaming masque:
Exuding a palpable aura of cruelty, a twisting masque has been etched in icy
crimson flames upon this burnished orb of black and glassy obsidian. With almost
imperceptible flickers of its lines of squirming fire, the mask's gaze shifts
and its expression subtly shifts through spectra of contempt and malignant
despite. Eddies of fine crimson mist drift off the symbol, lading the air with
the warm musk of fresh blood, and an ethereal waltz of screeching flutes and
tramping feet sounds in your ear, beating time to the flickering flames.