Jinto2010-10-16 23:26:39
QUOTE (thisismydisplayname @ Oct 16 2010, 12:50 PM) <{POST_SNAPBACK}>
Surtr has been incinerated by a flame hog.
Haha, I get it.
Norse mythology is simply full of win.
Casilu2010-10-17 01:10:51
(Ship): Phoebus says, "Yeah I'm kind of a big deal."
Sidd2010-10-17 04:04:02
The cold seeps into your very bones, bringing with it the unrelenting sensation of agony, increasing
until your breath mists on the air. The soft voice continues to murmur in your ear as a shell of
frost rapidly engulfs you.
A vicious wyvern with white bat wings leaps into the air in front of you, deflecting the attack.
A vicious wyvern with white bat wings leaps into the air in front of you, deflecting the attack.
You have been slain by the Throne of Urlach.
A group of 5 pieces of earwort falls out of your inventory.
A group of 5 yarrow sprigs falls out of your inventory.
A group of 5 calamus roots falls out of your inventory.
A group of 5 pennyroyal bunches falls out of your inventory.
A group of 5 marjoram sprigs falls out of your inventory.
A sparkleberry falls out of your inventory.
A bog myrtle leaf falls out of your inventory.
A thin bronze rod falls out of your inventory.
An archangel statuette cut from pine falls out of your inventory.
This room has not been mapped.
A for effort Sydd, A for effort
until your breath mists on the air. The soft voice continues to murmur in your ear as a shell of
frost rapidly engulfs you.
A vicious wyvern with white bat wings leaps into the air in front of you, deflecting the attack.
A vicious wyvern with white bat wings leaps into the air in front of you, deflecting the attack.
You have been slain by the Throne of Urlach.
A group of 5 pieces of earwort falls out of your inventory.
A group of 5 yarrow sprigs falls out of your inventory.
A group of 5 calamus roots falls out of your inventory.
A group of 5 pennyroyal bunches falls out of your inventory.
A group of 5 marjoram sprigs falls out of your inventory.
A sparkleberry falls out of your inventory.
A bog myrtle leaf falls out of your inventory.
A thin bronze rod falls out of your inventory.
An archangel statuette cut from pine falls out of your inventory.
This room has not been mapped.
A for effort Sydd, A for effort
Daraius2010-10-17 12:03:27
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You have sold 5 credit(s) at 2800 per credit, for a total of 14000 gold, and it
has been placed in your inventory.
has been placed in your inventory.
Oops. How did I manage that?
Unknown2010-10-17 19:23:29
Chaote Sao Ama'rua yells, "Boden wait i need to switch clients."
Daraius2010-10-17 19:53:21
Y and T are very close to each other. Best option is just to keep yells off, because nobody who yells has anything worth saying.
Neos2010-10-18 01:16:09
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Sahmiam has been beaten to a pulp by a watchful kephera sentry.
6307(119%)h, 7274(119%)m, 7654(119%)e, (100%)w, (100%)en, 10p 6xp(94%) exsSi-
6307(119%)h, 7274(119%)m, 7654(119%)e, (100%)w, (100%)en, 10p 6xp(94%) exsSi-
Someone deserves a promotion.
Unknown2010-10-18 01:54:00
(Celest): Pesukaru says, "Children, don't make me send you out to get a stick to beat you with."
Lehki2010-10-18 02:03:39
Tulemrah has gone to 'sleep with the snowmen', courtesy of the Gnafia.
5874h, 6057m, 5451e, 10p, 26660en, 13287w ex-<22:02:05.835>
Orventa has been slain by misadventure.
5874h, 6007m, 5451e, 10p, 26660en, 13291w ex-<22:02:08.599>
Xaldrin has gone to 'sleep with the snowmen', courtesy of the Gnafia.
5874h, 6007m, 5451e, 10p, 26660en, 13291w ex-<22:02:08.744>
EDIT: I am the ninja. It's me.
5874h, 6057m, 5451e, 10p, 26660en, 13287w ex-<22:02:05.835>
Orventa has been slain by misadventure.
5874h, 6007m, 5451e, 10p, 26660en, 13291w ex-<22:02:08.599>
Xaldrin has gone to 'sleep with the snowmen', courtesy of the Gnafia.
5874h, 6007m, 5451e, 10p, 26660en, 13291w ex-<22:02:08.744>
EDIT: I am the ninja. It's me.
Furien2010-10-18 02:03:44
Max Coldsteel draws forth a small metal sphere from his pocket and flicks it
negligently away from him.
The sphere erupts in a blinding conflagration of roaring flame that licks at
your skin.
A reflection of Phoebus blinks out of existence.
Tulemrah has been slain by Max Coldsteel.
Tulemrah has gone to 'sleep with the snowmen', courtesy of the Gnafia.
No way in hell I'm letting this go unquoted.
negligently away from him.
The sphere erupts in a blinding conflagration of roaring flame that licks at
your skin.
A reflection of Phoebus blinks out of existence.
Tulemrah has been slain by Max Coldsteel.
Tulemrah has gone to 'sleep with the snowmen', courtesy of the Gnafia.
No way in hell I'm letting this go unquoted.
Lilia2010-10-18 03:41:25
You say to Casilu, "Did we ever figure out what was making those horrors?"
Casilu, The Weed Whacker says to you, "Not really."
You ask Casilu, "But you killed them all, I suppose?"
Casilu, The Weed Whacker says, "I helped."
Arte Skyplume, Wyrden Ravager says, "Well, you see."
Arte Skyplume, Wyrden Ravager says, "The Gnafia... blah blah blah... new village."
You smirk.
Casilu, The Weed Whacker says to you, "Not really."
You ask Casilu, "But you killed them all, I suppose?"
Casilu, The Weed Whacker says, "I helped."
Arte Skyplume, Wyrden Ravager says, "Well, you see."
Arte Skyplume, Wyrden Ravager says, "The Gnafia... blah blah blah... new village."
You smirk.
Unknown2010-10-18 04:06:47
QUOTE (Lilia @ Oct 17 2010, 11:41 PM) <{POST_SNAPBACK}>
You say to Casilu, "Did we ever figure out what was making those horrors?"
Casilu, The Weed Whacker says to you, "Not really."
You ask Casilu, "But you killed them all, I suppose?"
Casilu, The Weed Whacker says, "I helped."
Arte Skyplume, Wyrden Ravager says, "Well, you see."
Arte Skyplume, Wyrden Ravager says, "The Gnafia... blah blah blah... new village."
You smirk.
Casilu, The Weed Whacker says to you, "Not really."
You ask Casilu, "But you killed them all, I suppose?"
Casilu, The Weed Whacker says, "I helped."
Arte Skyplume, Wyrden Ravager says, "Well, you see."
Arte Skyplume, Wyrden Ravager says, "The Gnafia... blah blah blah... new village."
You smirk.
That "blah blah blah" was about twelve hours of my time total, from last night and today.
Unknown2010-10-18 12:27:42
I went to see how old Sydney was so I could see if we could start plotting to find kids.
Her honors on Lusternia.com:
Sydney
Race Undefined
Gender Female
Citizenship None
Level 1
Age 22
Birthday Tzarin 11th 247
XP Rank 412
Combat Rank none
Explorer Rank A Vagrant
Ummm, what?
Also, her description:
She is an a strange creature Undefined. She is completely naked.
Her honors on Lusternia.com:
Sydney
Race Undefined
Gender Female
Citizenship None
Level 1
Age 22
Birthday Tzarin 11th 247
XP Rank 412
Combat Rank none
Explorer Rank A Vagrant
Ummm, what?
Also, her description:
She is an a strange creature Undefined. She is completely naked.
Ileein2010-10-18 12:29:09
Oh wow, that means she hadn't done anything to cause her website honors to update since the very beginning of chargen. Tell her to set her motto or something.
Unknown2010-10-18 12:31:10
QUOTE (Ileein @ Oct 18 2010, 09:29 AM) <{POST_SNAPBACK}>
Oh wow, that means she hadn't done anything to cause her website honors to update since the very beginning of chargen. Tell her to set her motto or something.
Yeah, but she's level 1 and yet her experience ranking is at 412.
Siam2010-10-18 15:38:40
QUOTE (Darth Vader @ Oct 17 2010, 07:26 AM) <{POST_SNAPBACK}>
Haha, I get it.
Norse mythology is simply full of win.
Norse mythology is simply full of win.
Daraius2010-10-18 19:36:37
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(House Shevat): Nihmriel says, "Do look out for Exley, our new butler, when you next visit the manse, Daraius."
(House Shevat): You say, "Yes, we have crossed paths a few times."
(House Shevat): Nihmriel says, "Excellent. If you find there are any problems with the performance of his duties, please notify me."
(House Shevat): You say, "I will. May I ask what he is qualified to offer, apart from general management of the estate?"
(House Shevat): Nihmriel says, "He will arrange for refreshments and meals, manage the cellars, keep your rooms in order, serve family and guests and juggle."
(House Shevat): You say, "Excellent. Estate managers who cannot juggle are quite useless."
(House Shevat): Nihmriel says, "Yes. It took me some time to find a candidate with all of these qualities, but I was firm in my stipulations."
(House Shevat): You say, "Yes, we have crossed paths a few times."
(House Shevat): Nihmriel says, "Excellent. If you find there are any problems with the performance of his duties, please notify me."
(House Shevat): You say, "I will. May I ask what he is qualified to offer, apart from general management of the estate?"
(House Shevat): Nihmriel says, "He will arrange for refreshments and meals, manage the cellars, keep your rooms in order, serve family and guests and juggle."
(House Shevat): You say, "Excellent. Estate managers who cannot juggle are quite useless."
(House Shevat): Nihmriel says, "Yes. It took me some time to find a candidate with all of these qualities, but I was firm in my stipulations."
Unknown2010-10-18 19:39:05
(Academy): Dracul says, "I have sir."
AGAIN! Again I have been called a man!
AGAIN! Again I have been called a man!
Unknown2010-10-18 21:31:41
QUOTE (AquaNeos @ Oct 17 2010, 09:16 PM) <{POST_SNAPBACK}>
Someone deserves a promotion.
He died a few minutes later. In fact, they all died.
(One of them just got lucky when I lagged for a split second.)
Lilia2010-10-18 22:11:28
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Entry Bay in the Dome for Commercial Interchange and Talthosian Exports.
The shadowy outline of a twisted forest casts a dark gloom here. Soundlessly
sliding automatic doors admit into the threshold of this open plan glass dome
basked in the warm light of the morning. The only tangible walls are those
enclosing the dome within its shape and there appears to be no ceiling to
protect from the artificial sun affixed on the horizon in a perpetual stage of
late dawn. The air is humid and relatively cool to accommodate the designation
of this area as a storage and processing centre, yet not so much as to be
upsetting to visiting traders. A wide pathway of opaque milky tiles leads
further in, the uniform hue of the flooring occasionally broken by a colourful
display beneath it as gemstones travel through a complex tube system towards
their destinations here from the main dome. Surrounded by white lightning, a
pure white thunderbird spreads her rainbow wings here, golden eyes glowing with
a noble intellect.
You see exits leading north, northeast, southeast, south, and west.
The shadowy outline of a twisted forest casts a dark gloom here. Soundlessly
sliding automatic doors admit into the threshold of this open plan glass dome
basked in the warm light of the morning. The only tangible walls are those
enclosing the dome within its shape and there appears to be no ceiling to
protect from the artificial sun affixed on the horizon in a perpetual stage of
late dawn. The air is humid and relatively cool to accommodate the designation
of this area as a storage and processing centre, yet not so much as to be
upsetting to visiting traders. A wide pathway of opaque milky tiles leads
further in, the uniform hue of the flooring occasionally broken by a colourful
display beneath it as gemstones travel through a complex tube system towards
their destinations here from the main dome. Surrounded by white lightning, a
pure white thunderbird spreads her rainbow wings here, golden eyes glowing with
a noble intellect.
You see exits leading north, northeast, southeast, south, and west.
It's a Walmart!