Diamondais2010-10-19 14:45:50
Just do a full round, you wont waste any, it'll give you back what wasn't needed.
Neos2010-10-19 15:23:02
QUOTE (Kayte @ Oct 19 2010, 06:04 AM) <{POST_SNAPBACK}>
Rofl.
Sometimes, Fillin makes me smile. Most of the time he makes me run in terror. Not that you can run from him.
Sometimes, Fillin makes me smile. Most of the time he makes me run in terror. Not that you can run from him.
I was doing pretty well in keeping the room unmelded, then gusted out, came back in, three people left, one disappeared, 2 people left against Fillin and Vathael, we had no chance.
Unknown2010-10-19 19:03:01
QUOTE (Vadi @ Oct 19 2010, 10:01 AM) <{POST_SNAPBACK}>
All fear the newb slayer. Skery
That's like calling yourself a newb, not going to lie.
Try Vitas or Faenae for newb slayers: y'know, the people that can only kill people that are at 0% might or have no system or are afk (afk people probably deserve to die, but it doesn't change the fact that newb slayers require someone to be afk to pull off a kill).
Sylandra2010-10-19 19:32:16
QUOTE
Maellio: http://starslip.com/2010/10/19/come-and-knock-on-our-door/
Maellio: Seems very Hallifaxian
Sylandra: yeep
Maellio: Person A says "I'd like a Form C11-7"
Maellio: Person B says "A request for lawful exemption from anti-canniblism laws?"
Maellio: Person A says "That's the one"
Maellio: B says "Alright, here you go. Please sign that in triplicate and we'll get back to you in... ah ahah aaaa why are you eating my leg?"
Sylandra: xD
Maellio: A says "I filled out a W7-B yesterday"
Maellio: B says "Oh, Express Transaction Permit... carry on"
Maellio: A says "Om nom nom"
Maellio: Seems very Hallifaxian
Sylandra: yeep
Maellio: Person A says "I'd like a Form C11-7"
Maellio: Person B says "A request for lawful exemption from anti-canniblism laws?"
Maellio: Person A says "That's the one"
Maellio: B says "Alright, here you go. Please sign that in triplicate and we'll get back to you in... ah ahah aaaa why are you eating my leg?"
Sylandra: xD
Maellio: A says "I filled out a W7-B yesterday"
Maellio: B says "Oh, Express Transaction Permit... carry on"
Maellio: A says "Om nom nom"
Vadi2010-10-19 20:25:08
QUOTE (Sahmiam Mes'ard @ Oct 19 2010, 03:03 PM) <{POST_SNAPBACK}>
That's like calling yourself a newb, not going to lie.
Try Vitas or Faenae for newb slayers: y'know, the people that can only kill people that are at 0% might or have no system or are afk (afk people probably deserve to die, but it doesn't change the fact that newb slayers require someone to be afk to pull off a kill).
Try Vitas or Faenae for newb slayers: y'know, the people that can only kill people that are at 0% might or have no system or are afk (afk people probably deserve to die, but it doesn't change the fact that newb slayers require someone to be afk to pull off a kill).
Yeah. Anyone below 7khp is a newb 'cause Fillin does 6kdmg a go and it's balanced `skill'.
Sakr2010-10-19 20:36:47
Don't you just love it?
Aosi's room.
Obviously made for an immature adult or young child, a pillow fort bed sits here.
Resting directly on the floor, the frame of this childish bed has been
carved from the trunk of an extremely large ravenwood and polished to a
high sheen. Images of younglings of differing races have been engraved
into the wood on either side of the bed, depicting scenes of play. The
mattress is firm and covered in thick, soft green wool. Strangely
enough, giant pillows have been stacked on the top of the mattress,
placed in a way to mimic a stronghold, though it does not appear to be
able to protect against anything. Blankets and smaller pillows have been
shoved inside of the fort, giving the sleeper a place to lie.
It has 124 months of usefulness left.
It weighs about 468 pounds.
It bears the distinctive mark of Sakr Ama'nar'isil.
Aosi's room.
Obviously made for an immature adult or young child, a pillow fort bed sits here.
Resting directly on the floor, the frame of this childish bed has been
carved from the trunk of an extremely large ravenwood and polished to a
high sheen. Images of younglings of differing races have been engraved
into the wood on either side of the bed, depicting scenes of play. The
mattress is firm and covered in thick, soft green wool. Strangely
enough, giant pillows have been stacked on the top of the mattress,
placed in a way to mimic a stronghold, though it does not appear to be
able to protect against anything. Blankets and smaller pillows have been
shoved inside of the fort, giving the sleeper a place to lie.
It has 124 months of usefulness left.
It weighs about 468 pounds.
It bears the distinctive mark of Sakr Ama'nar'isil.
Lendren2010-10-19 20:39:33
I had something like that get rejected ages ago.
Talan2010-10-19 21:09:41
QUOTE
(): Crek (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "Dear admin, nerf Rock. Paper's fine. Sincerely, Scissors."
Lendren2010-10-19 22:47:17
That's perfect. It should be put onto all envoy reports from now on.
Unknown2010-10-19 22:52:59
QUOTE (Lendren @ Oct 19 2010, 11:47 PM) <{POST_SNAPBACK}>
That's perfect. It should be put onto all envoy reports from now on.
That is how every envoy report turns out.
Nariah2010-10-19 23:27:15
Nothing like a good, impressionable artist! Got to say Krackenor earned his fee.
QUOTE
A brass plate at the base of the portrait informs you that this is the likeness of Nariah d’Vanecu, the ninth Warlord of Magnagora in the modern age. Served 231-253
The moment you turn your eyes towards this portrait you feel the need to avert your gaze, for never before has such absolute perfection been depicted on canvas. The absolute exquisiteness of this most eminent of Warlords is astounding, you drop to your knees in utter awe of Her brilliance. Her beauty is comparable to…no, Her beauty HAS no comparison. She is unto mortals what Dynara is unto the Gods, what Arix is unto alcoholics. Tears of both joy and sorrow flow down your face, for you know that now that you have seen this vision, the word will appear dull and lifeless for the remainder of your existence. The artist of this portrait clearly knows who their patron is, and has learned that keeping them happy is the key to a successful career.
The moment you turn your eyes towards this portrait you feel the need to avert your gaze, for never before has such absolute perfection been depicted on canvas. The absolute exquisiteness of this most eminent of Warlords is astounding, you drop to your knees in utter awe of Her brilliance. Her beauty is comparable to…no, Her beauty HAS no comparison. She is unto mortals what Dynara is unto the Gods, what Arix is unto alcoholics. Tears of both joy and sorrow flow down your face, for you know that now that you have seen this vision, the word will appear dull and lifeless for the remainder of your existence. The artist of this portrait clearly knows who their patron is, and has learned that keeping them happy is the key to a successful career.
Unknown2010-10-19 23:40:15
(Team m&m): You say, "I... fail at life."
A precise lance of scorching blue flame shoots across the heavens.
A precise lance of scorching blue flame shoots across the heavens.
A precise lance of scorching blue flame shoots across the heavens.
A precise lance of scorching blue flame shoots across the heavens.
A precise lance of scorching blue flame shoots across the heavens.
A precise lance of scorching blue flame shoots across the heavens.
A precise lance of scorching blue flame shoots across the heavens.
A precise lance of scorching blue flame shoots across the heavens.
A precise lance of scorching blue flame shoots across the heavens.
A precise lance of scorching blue flame shoots across the heavens.
Sylandra2010-10-20 00:46:12
Fellow Doman Salceto, Temporal Visionary says, "Are they immune to my charms?"
Lyreth, the Sidereal Prince says, "You have charms?"
Lyreth, the Sidereal Prince says, "You have charms?"
Unknown2010-10-20 02:14:51
CODE
(Celest): You say, "Someone available for me to beat up for a bit?"
3780h, 3740m, 4430e, 10p, 16400en, 18800w esSix-
A precise lance of scorching blue flame shoots across the heavens.
You have barely a fraction of a second to feel a dread foreboding before the lance of flame slams
directly into your chest, filling your mind with white-hot pain and seeming to set every nerve in
your body aflame. When you finally begin to breathe again, there is surprisingly no mark upon your
form, but a weakness of mind and body remain to attest to Terentia's anger.
1890h, 1670m, 2480e, 10p, 16400en, 18800w esSix-(sip health)(-1890 Health, -2070 Mana, -1950 Ego)
You take a drink from a turquoise vial.
The potion heals and soothes you.
2515h, 1670m, 2480e, 10p, 16400en, 18800w esSix-(+625 Health)
A precise lance of scorching blue flame shoots across the heavens.
You have barely a fraction of a second to feel a dread foreboding before the lance of flame slams
directly into your chest, filling your mind with white-hot pain and seeming to set every nerve in
your body aflame. When you finally begin to breathe again, there is surprisingly no mark upon your
form, but a weakness of mind and body remain to attest to Terentia's anger.
625h, 1m, 530e, 10p, 16400en, 18800w esSix-(-1890 Health, -1669 Mana, -1950 Ego)
A precise lance of scorching blue flame shoots across the heavens.
You have barely a fraction of a second to feel a dread foreboding before the lance of flame slams
directly into your chest, filling your mind with white-hot pain and seeming to set every nerve in
your body aflame. When you finally begin to breathe again, there is surprisingly no mark upon your
form, but a weakness of mind and body remain to attest to Terentia's anger.
1h, 1m, 1e, 10p, 16400en, 18800w esSix-(-624 Health, -529 Ego)
(Celest): Terentia says, "Sufficient?"
3780h, 3740m, 4430e, 10p, 16400en, 18800w esSix-
A precise lance of scorching blue flame shoots across the heavens.
You have barely a fraction of a second to feel a dread foreboding before the lance of flame slams
directly into your chest, filling your mind with white-hot pain and seeming to set every nerve in
your body aflame. When you finally begin to breathe again, there is surprisingly no mark upon your
form, but a weakness of mind and body remain to attest to Terentia's anger.
1890h, 1670m, 2480e, 10p, 16400en, 18800w esSix-(sip health)(-1890 Health, -2070 Mana, -1950 Ego)
You take a drink from a turquoise vial.
The potion heals and soothes you.
2515h, 1670m, 2480e, 10p, 16400en, 18800w esSix-(+625 Health)
A precise lance of scorching blue flame shoots across the heavens.
You have barely a fraction of a second to feel a dread foreboding before the lance of flame slams
directly into your chest, filling your mind with white-hot pain and seeming to set every nerve in
your body aflame. When you finally begin to breathe again, there is surprisingly no mark upon your
form, but a weakness of mind and body remain to attest to Terentia's anger.
625h, 1m, 530e, 10p, 16400en, 18800w esSix-(-1890 Health, -1669 Mana, -1950 Ego)
A precise lance of scorching blue flame shoots across the heavens.
You have barely a fraction of a second to feel a dread foreboding before the lance of flame slams
directly into your chest, filling your mind with white-hot pain and seeming to set every nerve in
your body aflame. When you finally begin to breathe again, there is surprisingly no mark upon your
form, but a weakness of mind and body remain to attest to Terentia's anger.
1h, 1m, 1e, 10p, 16400en, 18800w esSix-(-624 Health, -529 Ego)
(Celest): Terentia says, "Sufficient?"
Lady Terentia, accommodating and sweet as always.
Sylandra2010-10-20 03:31:59
Matriarch Pectus Dawneye, The Wind's Musical Harmony says, "Either of you mind if I make my way back to my manse?"
You give Pectus a compassionate hug.
You say, "Not at all!"
A melodious voice laces through the air, "Yes."
You peer about yourself unscrupulously.
Matriarch Pectus Dawneye, The Wind's Musical Harmony says, "But Syl already said yes!"
A melodious voice laces through the air, "I trump the drone mayor, I am afraid."
Anisu ri`Tou says, "Wait wait, if the mayor is a drone, who is the queen."
Anisu sucks thoughtfully on her teeth.
A melodious voice laces through the air, "Elostian, of course."
You give Pectus a compassionate hug.
You say, "Not at all!"
A melodious voice laces through the air, "Yes."
You peer about yourself unscrupulously.
Matriarch Pectus Dawneye, The Wind's Musical Harmony says, "But Syl already said yes!"
A melodious voice laces through the air, "I trump the drone mayor, I am afraid."
Anisu ri`Tou says, "Wait wait, if the mayor is a drone, who is the queen."
Anisu sucks thoughtfully on her teeth.
A melodious voice laces through the air, "Elostian, of course."
Unknown2010-10-20 04:33:04
QUOTE (Falcon @ Oct 19 2010, 01:36 PM) <{POST_SNAPBACK}>
Don't you just love it?
Aosi's room.
Obviously made for an immature adult or young child, a pillow fort bed sits here.
Resting directly on the floor, the frame of this childish bed has been
carved from the trunk of an extremely large ravenwood and polished to a
high sheen. Images of younglings of differing races have been engraved
into the wood on either side of the bed, depicting scenes of play. The
mattress is firm and covered in thick, soft green wool. Strangely
enough, giant pillows have been stacked on the top of the mattress,
placed in a way to mimic a stronghold, though it does not appear to be
able to protect against anything. Blankets and smaller pillows have been
shoved inside of the fort, giving the sleeper a place to lie.
It has 124 months of usefulness left.
It weighs about 468 pounds.
It bears the distinctive mark of Sakr Ama'nar'isil.
Aosi's room.
Obviously made for an immature adult or young child, a pillow fort bed sits here.
Resting directly on the floor, the frame of this childish bed has been
carved from the trunk of an extremely large ravenwood and polished to a
high sheen. Images of younglings of differing races have been engraved
into the wood on either side of the bed, depicting scenes of play. The
mattress is firm and covered in thick, soft green wool. Strangely
enough, giant pillows have been stacked on the top of the mattress,
placed in a way to mimic a stronghold, though it does not appear to be
able to protect against anything. Blankets and smaller pillows have been
shoved inside of the fort, giving the sleeper a place to lie.
It has 124 months of usefulness left.
It weighs about 468 pounds.
It bears the distinctive mark of Sakr Ama'nar'isil.
That's mine!
Unknown2010-10-20 07:06:05
QUOTE (Nariah @ Oct 20 2010, 07:27 AM) <{POST_SNAPBACK}>
Nothing like a good, impressionable artist! Got to say Krackenor earned his fee.
A brass plate at the base of the portrait informs you that this is the likeness of Nariah d’Vanecu, the ninth Warlord of Magnagora in the modern age. Served 231-253
The moment you turn your eyes towards this portrait you feel the need to avert your gaze, for never before has such absolute perfection been depicted on canvas. The absolute exquisiteness of this most eminent of Warlords is astounding, you drop to your knees in utter awe of Her brilliance. Her beauty is comparable to…no, Her beauty HAS no comparison. She is unto mortals what Dynara is unto the Gods, what Arix is unto alcoholics. Tears of both joy and sorrow flow down your face, for you know that now that you have seen this vision, the word will appear dull and lifeless for the remainder of your existence. The artist of this portrait clearly knows who their patron is, and has learned that keeping them happy is the key to a successful career.
QUOTE
A brass plate at the base of the portrait informs you that this is the likeness of Nariah d’Vanecu, the ninth Warlord of Magnagora in the modern age. Served 231-253
The moment you turn your eyes towards this portrait you feel the need to avert your gaze, for never before has such absolute perfection been depicted on canvas. The absolute exquisiteness of this most eminent of Warlords is astounding, you drop to your knees in utter awe of Her brilliance. Her beauty is comparable to…no, Her beauty HAS no comparison. She is unto mortals what Dynara is unto the Gods, what Arix is unto alcoholics. Tears of both joy and sorrow flow down your face, for you know that now that you have seen this vision, the word will appear dull and lifeless for the remainder of your existence. The artist of this portrait clearly knows who their patron is, and has learned that keeping them happy is the key to a successful career.
Ask for a refund, cause there's a typo there. Call it a slight mar on your portrait.
Krackenor2010-10-20 11:27:44
QUOTE (Caerulo @ Oct 20 2010, 03:06 AM) <{POST_SNAPBACK}>
Ask for a refund, cause there's a typo there. Call it a slight mar on your portrait.
WRONG! You only think that there is a typo because you are blinded by perfection
Ixion2010-10-20 19:57:43
Thalkros (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "I think the day."
Thalkros (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "When IXION does too much damage."
Thalkros (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "Is the day we all qq."
I miss 5 years ago... Too few remember those days now in all its damage glory
Thalkros (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "When IXION does too much damage."
Thalkros (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "Is the day we all qq."
I miss 5 years ago... Too few remember those days now in all its damage glory
Unknown2010-10-20 21:07:45
QUOTE (Ixion @ Oct 20 2010, 04:57 PM) <{POST_SNAPBACK}>
I miss 5 years ago... Too few remember those days now in all its damage glory
Heh, a few of us here and there remember. :/