Loyal Horse Shuyin, Savant of Swords says, "Neigh, don't do that."

(Let's have a Mud Party): Cauthorn (from the Aetherways) says, "Yes. But it's me performing a striptease."

--- on the side of a small hill - -2:-5:0 ---
On the side of a small hill.
The world is a slate of white, heavy snow. You see exits leading southwest, west, and northwest.
5238h, 3075m, 4836e, 10p esSilrxkb (xhspfwb)
The snowstorm lightens into a soft, but still regular, light snow.
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geocast taint
There is no exit in that direction.
Exits: sw,w,nw
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Your aura of weapons rebounding disappears.
Thick, oily smoke pours out of your mouth and creates an ankle-deep carpet of seething black fog. As the smoke is soaked into the ground, the area turns putrid and foul. This location is now tainted.
5238h, 3025m, 4836e, 9p sSilrxkb (xhspfwb) (-50m)
The light snow continues, lightly coating you with snowflakes.
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geocast meld
{{{ Equilibrium Recovered }}}
5238h, 3178m, 4836e, 9p esSilrxkb (xhspfwb)
5238h, 3178m, 4836e, 9p esSilrxkb (xhspfwb)
Stomping on the ground, you allow your spirit to meld into the taint, becoming one with this location.
5238h, 3128m, 4836e, 9p sSilrxkb (xhspfwb) (-50m)
A violent tremor rocks the land, causing the earth to shake and the ground to buck beneath your feet.
5238h, 3128m, 4836e, 9p sSilrxkb (xhspfwb)
You feel an aura of rebounding surround you.
5238h, 3128m, 4836e, 10p sSilrxkb (xhspfwb)
Clouds of sulfurous fumes rise up from the bowels of the earth.
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{{{ Equilibrium Recovered }}}
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geocast watch on
geocast sense
Your aura of weapons rebounding disappears.
You begin watching who enters and leaves your demesne.
5238h, 3048m, 4836e, 10p sSilrxkb (xhspfwb) (-80m)
You must regain equilibrium first.
5238h, 3048m, 4836e, 10p sSilrxkb (xhspfwb)
{{{ Equilibrium Recovered }}}
geocast sense
5238h, 3048m, 4836e, 10p esSilrxkb (xhspfwb)
A violent tremor rocks the land, causing the earth to shake and the ground to buck beneath your feet.
5238h, 3048m, 4836e, 10p esSilrxkb (xhspfwb)
5238h, 3048m, 4836e, 10p esSilrxkb (xhspfwb)
You reach out and sense who stands within your demesne:
Incabulos (on the side of a small hill)
Lothringen (on the side of a small hill)
5238h, 2968m, 4836e, 10p sSilrxkb (xhspfwb) (-80m)
{{{ Equilibrium Recovered }}}
nw
5238h, 3043m, 4836e, 10p esSilrxkb (xhspfwb) (+75m)
You begin to slowly clamber over the rubble that blocks your way.
5238h, 3043m, 4836e, 10p esSilrxkb (xhspfwb)
geocast taint
You feel an aura of rebounding surround you.
5238h, 3043m, 4836e, 10p esSilrxkb (xhspfwb)
Incabulos leaves your demesne.
Lothringen leaves your demesne.
The raging duststorm prevents you from using your map.
A path up the side of a hill.
The corrosiveness of the taint sickens the land. A duststorm rages here. Snowflakes float down around you, colouring the world white. Suez, the black dingo, calmly waits here, observing the area. Her serpentine tail curling between four fearsome legs, a young chimaera with a smooth, feathery pelt crouches quietly within her surroundings. A stinking noxious cloud floats here. Forbidden Sohei Sahmiam m'Viraz, the Eternal Deception is here, shrouded. He wields a dark serrated chain with both hands. Super Slivven Slayer Senna Stormcrow, the Scribbling Scribe is here, shrouded. She wields a metal treebark shield in her left hand and an iridescent silver lyre in her right. Masochist Marie i'Viani lingers here, surrounded by a bloody, cloying haze. She wields a twisted staff in her left hand. Arte Skyplume, Wyrden Ravager is here, limned in an aura of inky, shifting calligraphy. He wields an oily black nekai depicting mating serpents in each hand.
A duststorm obscures the rest of your vision.
5238h, 3196m, 4836e, 10p esSilrxkb (xhspfwb)
A violent tremor rocks the land, causing the earth to shake and the ground to buck beneath your feet.
Lothringen deftly manages to remain standing.
A deep, foreboding hum emanates from the tainted earth, and then Incabulos is suddenly slammed into the ground by an irresistable force.
A deep, foreboding hum emanates from the tainted earth, and then you are suddenly slammed into the ground by an irresistable force.
A deep, foreboding hum emanates from the tainted earth, and then Lothringen is suddenly slammed into the ground by an irresistable force.
Dust clouds rise as the earth shifts and sharp rocks slide and bounce, some flying into the air. Incabulos yelps in pain as several of them smash into him.
Dust clouds rise as the earth shifts and sharp rocks slide and bounce, some flying into the air. You yelp in pain as several of them smash into you, bruising your flesh and cutting your skin.
Dust clouds rise as the earth shifts and sharp rocks slide and bounce, some flying into the air. Lothringen yelps in pain as several of them smash into him.
4854h, 3196m, 4836e, 10p esSilrxkbp (xhspfwb - PRONE!) (-384h)

(*): Shuyin says, "Yeah, it's like Bennifer."
(*): Shuyin says, "Or Brangelina."
(*): Siam says, "Oh gods."
(*): You say, "Put the US magazines DOWN, Shu."
(*): Shuyin says, "OH MAN ITS ALL I HAVE TO READ AT THE BARBERS."
(*): Xenthos (from the Aetherways) says, "You read magazines at the barbers?"
(*): Xenthos (from the Aetherways) says, "I take books."
(*): Shuyin says, "That's just trying too hard."
(*): Shuyin says, "Too much work, they provide many a fine publication there."
(*): Xenthos (from the Aetherways) says, "It's barely even trying."
(*): Shuyin says, "Like cosmo and US."
(*): Xenthos (from the Aetherways) says, "1) Bring book."
(*): Xenthos (from the Aetherways) says, "2) Read book."
(*): Shuyin says, "Maybe I just really wanted to find the 20 ways to please my man."

Hey.. If we have Quotes 7, why isn't this one closed?!

Arix is attempting to dominate the forums with her subjective impulses to create new threads. DO NOT LET THIS HAPPEN!

A throaty rumble resonates from deep within this bear kin's ample chest as his round ears twitch expectantly. His coat is a soft mass of white fur contrasting with the black hair encasing his muscled limbs and broad shoulders. Heaving a warming breath his powerful jaws gape open revealing a set of pristine, ivory fangs. A shortened muzzle protrudes from his circular face accented by a diminutive charcoal nose at the tip. Ebony patches of fur encircle a set of pooling liquid brown eyes as his alert gaze surveys his surroundings. Ambling with a bounding gait this giant panda's massive paws strike the ground, materializing violet sparks in their wake.
Keeno Mcfluffin, The Chaos Panda has an air of extreme strength.
He weighs about 243 pounds.
His feedbag is nearly full and he is looking quite nourished.
He is loyal to Grand Cipher Aleria Ama'rua-Zayah.
You cannot see what Keeno Mcfluffin, The Chaos Panda is holding.

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Milla, Chibi, and now Keeno.

I remember Kharaen had some mutant kitten of doom, too. It's like an incurable disease.

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Milla, Chibi, and now Keeno.

I remember Kharaen had some mutant kitten of doom, too. It's like an incurable disease.

"namnam53944" a manacled kitten

This posh kitten is a fluffball of primarily black fur, with a few white spots smudging her perfectly ebon pelt. A patch of white fur grows along the lower jaw down to the chest, while tufts of white tip the pointed ears. Both front paws have their toes dabbed in white, their tiny claws a marbled mix of black and white. The long tail is stringy in comparison to the fluff of the rest of Namnam's body, and is completely black in colour. Namnam's large eyes are mismatched, one being sky blue and the other a deep emerald, and are settled above a tiny muzzle. Her nose is a satin pink in colour, and glistens slightly from moisture. A halter fashioned from Namnam's own shaven pelt is snugly fastened around the tiny kitten's belly, the garment blending in easily with her soft fur. A small, silver tray is firmly affixed to the halter with silver leather thongs. Tiny silver manacles have been fastened around the kitten's tiny paws, each in turn linked together by a length of platinum chains, forged for both beauty and durability. The fur around the paws has begun to thin to tatters, in some spots rubbed down to reveal pale flesh riven with pus-laden sores. Fastened around Namnam's neck is a collar fashioned from supple black leather, its edges embroidered with a flame pattern in silver thread. The clasps holding the collar shut around the kitten's throat are cleverly concealed, while a silver pawprint tag dangles from the front of the collar, "Namnam" engraved in flowery script upon it. Three firegems have been embedded into the leather on either side of the tags, each tiny stone carved with a rune and flickering with a constant blaze.

You pet a manacled kitten ingratiatingly.
A manacled kitten gently butts her head against your hand, tiny tongue licking delicately at your fingers.
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greet namnam
You greet a manacled kitten with a sincere smile.
The chains of Namnam's manacles rattle as she folds her front legs beneath her, giving you a miserable bow.

I was going to go with 'obnoxiously cute and snuggly pets that shatter game immersion a la 80% of the dingbat artifacts' but that works too.

Though it resembles Prav, this creature appears to have developed under strange and primitive conditions. Its face, with its deeply etched features, is pulled into a look of perpetually dumbstricken amazement. The creature's eyes dart about the surroundings with a marked anxiety, drawn to the slightest sound or flash with a sustained and primitive suspicion. Dressed in the same stately attire as its master, the creature idly caresses the fine fabric with occasional expressions of distrust and utter stupefaction. The replicant appears capable of bipedal movement, however, in practice it seems to prefer moving with a rhythmic gait whereupon it propels itself upward with its muscular hind legs, pitches its body forward and settles soundlessly onto all fours. Around its neck, a length of chain has been gathered and fastened with a sturdy metal lock; the creature, seemingly oblivious to this circumstance, regularly bounds to the chain's limit, is jerked violently backwards, grouses with savage indignation and repeats the process unawares.
A primitive replicant of Prav has an air of extreme strength.
He weighs about 141 pounds.
His feedbag is nearly full and he is looking quite nourished.
He is loyal to Dr. Prav Objevit, Psy.D.