but my manse is going to be a crystalline tower that sits on a cliff...not caves

Lapicidina, then.

ONLY I think.

Who decided Nifilhema should call everyone "duckling" during this event? It just doesn't fit her.

Unless she's torturing Jigan

Or Casilu.

Haha duckling... man... Nif is scary. She kept trying to seduce me and paint pictures with my blood.

SOMEONE is a liar!


Othero has been crushed to death by Celina, the Heartless.

Psh I have not logged in at all for weeks. Just had my last test for the summer so I have a break for a while.

Jeanne was incredibly expensive, but she's without a doubt the smartest choice I've made in regards to Lusternia.

I don't know which Maeve I like better

The post Xion Inititive Mave
Silken tresses fall from her head down slumped shoulders, revealing her depressed disposition. Ethereal tears streak her ghostly face, her wide violet eyes filled with terror and pain. Chains of iron have replaced her torc, serving as the only form of clothing, while she struggles weakly against her enchanted imprisonment. A rainbow-hued skirt remains about her waist, hanging down to the ground - though it has become tattered and torn, in places split from ground to band. A horrible sorrow and sadness envelops the Queen of the Fae, as she is bound within iron chains that both pulse with the dark tainted energies of Nil while shimmering softly with the Light of Celestia.

or the post faethorn got pwned Maeve
Once Queen of the Fae, this spirit has, literally, been to Nil and back. What horrors and nightmarish deeds have been done to her can only be imagined, though many not too difficult given her current state. Her skin is sickly pale, the complexion of a corpse, and her irises, once an exotic violet, are now dull and flecked with smoldering crimson specks. Her eyes have sunken in and taken dark circles, while her eyebrows have thinned and been pierced in a number of places by hooks attached to silver wires, which hang loosely along the sides of her face before arching back up to an instrument within her hair. The instrument looks like little more than a claw rising out of a bun, given how it is wrapped up in the fae woman's hair, though many of its joints appear to work and almost eager to flex. Her lower lip has been pierced with a bright silver hoop attached to a chain, which hangs down an connects to a a ring upon her left index finger. Garbed in nothing but chains, many of which have hooks and spikes that dig into her flesh as she moves, causing weeping sores that never seem to heal. Sooty black smoke and red, tainted gas leak from her mouth and the corners of her eyes on occasion, while a flicker of immense sadness resides within her pupils. About her neck is a blackened and thorned vine, its crimson spines digging into the flesh. White amaranths blossom from the vine, each one weeping trickles of the ethereal blood from which they now feed.

Oh my god, the second one is hilarious.

The people I need to talk to are never around... WHY ARE THEY NEVER AROUND!?

You should start needing to talk to me. I'M AROUND!

Harlot.

Why aren't you on MSN or something I'm so bored.

You're not important enough.

You say, "Need one of your kids for an antenna."
Ildil Stryker gives a pained sigh.
Ildil Stryker says, "It seems Globglob has renewed his annoyance on the Basin.
If you can get one of my children down to the ground, he will help you hinder
the efforts of Norchatine and her master... Would you?"
4925h, 5451m, 6057e, 10p, 22115en, 25145w eSixk<>-"yes
You must wait a short while to use a say-like command again.
4925h, 5451m, 6057e, 10p, 22115en, 25145w eSixk<>-
With a quick glance at her surroundings, a sly young girl skips off to the west.
4925h, 5451m, 6057e, 10p, 22115en, 25145w eSixk<>-"yes
You say, "Yes."
Ildil Stryker says, "Ah, I am sorry, furrikin. I forgot that my child is already
out with someone."
4925h, 4951m, 6057e, 9p, 22115en, 25095w eSixk<>-l
An alcove of glass.
Set apart from the main chamber, this small alcove is made entirely of sturdy
glass. Both the floor and ceiling are transparent, and the wall is curved
outwards to allow a view of the Blasted Land below. Thin iron bars wrap across
the glass, overlapping each other and forming large square of glass. The window
is spotless and free from any fingerprints or other smudges. Far below the
scenery of the Basin is visible, a stunning view from such great heights. Gazing
forlornly out the window, Ildil Stryker paces back and forth here. There are 2
sly young girls here.
You see a single exit leading west.
4925h, 5026m, 6057e, 9p, 22115en, 25109w eSixk<>-
Iytha has suffered a gruesome death through magic by the will of Priestess
Sarrasri Talnara, Arrow of the Hunt.
You see the death occur at summer apple trees in fall.
4925h, 5135m, 6057e, 10p, 22115en, 25137w eSixk<>-
The soft clink of iron plates precedes the arrival of an armour-clad unicorn
from the ether.
4925h, 5210m, 6057e, 10p, 22115en, 25145w eSixk<>-
Krellan, Gentleman of Leisure says, "Globglob."
Ildil Stryker gives a pained sigh.
Ildil Stryker says, "It seems Globglob has renewed his annoyance on the Basin.
If you can get one of my children down to the ground, he will help you hinder
the efforts of Norchatine and her master... Would you?"
4925h, 5210m, 6057e, 10p, 22115en, 25145w eSixk<>-
Krellan, Gentleman of Leisure says, "Yes."
Ildil Stryker says, "That is good to hear."
Ildil Stryker shouts out for one of her children, and a small boy scampers into
the room.

Nice quest.

lol, Krellan has an Inagin Manifestation © timer.

So I made Maeve angry, so Maeve tries to kill me. Maeve can't because Maeve only does 600 damage. She takes a nap, wakes up, and now she does 2200 a hit.