QUOTE (Xiel @ Apr 16 2011, 01:21 AM) <{POST_SNAPBACK}>
Giggle, insanity and talking critters.
That made me lmao, literally!
QUOTE (Dynami @ Apr 17 2011, 12:02 AM) <{POST_SNAPBACK}>
That made me lmao, literally!
Did you go see a doctor? Having your rear end fall off usually isn't very good for your health.
QUOTE (Caerulo @ Apr 16 2011, 01:43 PM) <{POST_SNAPBACK}>
Did you go see a doctor? Having your rear end fall off usually isn't very good for your health.
What you did there, I see it.
QUOTE (Kialkarkea @ Apr 16 2011, 06:33 PM) <{POST_SNAPBACK}>
On the bright side, now he can have his kiester handed to him. On a platter.
Has anyone submitted this recipe IG yet?
QUOTE (Acrune @ Apr 17 2011, 12:37 AM) <{POST_SNAPBACK}>
Has anyone submitted this recipe IG yet?
I thought of that when I read it. "An ass on a platter". (It would be donkey meat.) PROBABLY WOULD NOT FLY BUT A GIRL CAN DREAM.QUOTE (Ssaliss @ Apr 18 2011, 12:45 PM) <{POST_SNAPBACK}>
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So... A) Who has backpack326103, and
why did you steal my guardian?...o.O
I though I would get a Tattoo done as it seems to be the in things and peer pressure and all and this is the result...
Saoirse proudly shows off a painting of Ryboi's day at the tattoo parlour:
High-quality colours have been used to tauntingly show this man's obviously discomfort and pain. The demigod Paladin is displayed sprawled over a black velvet tattoo artist's workbench, his gut focused upon by a pretty Aslaran demigoddess tattooist. A look of pure agony sits upon his wussy-face as the lovely artist continually stabs him with a cerith seashell needle to create the beginning's of a tattoo, though the design is unable to be determined. A group of people surround the pair, staring onward with sniggering looks and teasing laughter.
Saoirse proudly shows off a painting of Ryboi's day at the tattoo parlour:
High-quality colours have been used to tauntingly show this man's obviously discomfort and pain. The demigod Paladin is displayed sprawled over a black velvet tattoo artist's workbench, his gut focused upon by a pretty Aslaran demigoddess tattooist. A look of pure agony sits upon his wussy-face as the lovely artist continually stabs him with a cerith seashell needle to create the beginning's of a tattoo, though the design is unable to be determined. A group of people surround the pair, staring onward with sniggering looks and teasing laughter.
Sorry, but it was cute! 
BHEION REVISITED. This happened a few hours ago but I never posted it. 
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((someone was at Bheion while I was killing aslaran. Asked if they needed him and stood about for a few minutes to no response, so I just killed him anyway.))
You point your staff at Bheion, an aslaran mystic, and electricity crackles across its length before it discharges a bolt of blue lightning that slams into Bheion, an aslaran mystic in an explosion of cobalt sparks.
Electricity coursing through his body, Bheion, an aslaran mystic finally collapses in a twitching heap.
You have slain Bheion, an aslaran mystic.
Your mind propels the corpse of Bheion, an aslaran mystic into your hands.
You say, "Terribly sorry if I've inconvenienced."
You doff a breathtaking circlet of ice flowers cordially.
Bheion, an aslaran mystic tells you, "Have I told you about the heather?"
A messy tent.
The shadowy outline of a twisted forest casts a dark gloom here. There are 3 wandering bards here. There are 2 dwarven pilgrims here. There are 2 loboshigaru pilgrims here.
You see a single exit leading out.
You twitch spasmodically.
You say, "YOU'RE DEAD."
You peer about yourself unscrupulously.
((check inventory; corpse is missing!!))
You give a horrified gasp.
((ran back to his tent quickly))
Inside a decorated tent.
The shadowy outline of a twisted forest casts a dark gloom here. The aslaran mystic Bheion stands here, shrouded in a ceremonial cloak. Blind High Lord Kalas Vuris Ama'rua, Herder of Flesh is here. He wields a bag of stones in his left hand.
You see a single exit leading out.
Bheion, an aslaran mystic tells you, "Why, no I'm not. You picked me by hand and I crumbled, you know."
You say to Bheion, an aslaran mystic, "YOU!"
Bheion, an aslaran mystic dusts off his shoulders coolly.
You say to Bheion, an aslaran mystic, "I killed you, I saw it!"
Vuris tilts his head and listens intently.
You say to Bheion, an aslaran mystic, "And I was -very- polite about it."
Vuris giggles happily.
Bheion, an aslaran mystic says, "Goodness, if you pick the heather by hand, I hear it gives hallucinations."
You say to Vuris, "It came back from the dead to taunt me about heather."
Bheion, an aslaran mystic says, "The heather will crumble if you pick it by hand."
Bheion, an aslaran mystic says, "Though it took you long enough to figure it out the first round, I wouldn't doubt that."
Bheion, an aslaran mystic nods his head sagely.
You brandish your fists defiantly.
You say, "Tell me about herbs."
Bheion, an aslaran mystic says, "Who said I was a master of herblore? Well, it is true."
Blind High Lord Kalas Vuris Ama'rua, Herder of Flesh says, "To pheobus I need to figure out how to harvest it."
Vuris giggles happily.
A slight smile brushes across Bheion's features.
Bheion, an aslaran mystic says, "What is it you wish to know about herbs?"
You say, "Tell me about white heather."
Bheion, an aslaran mystic says, "I use this sickle to gather the white heather. Here, you may borrow it."
Bheion, an aslaran mystic hands a sickle to you.
You point accusingly at a golden sickle.
Blind High Lord Kalas Vuris Ama'rua, Herder of Flesh says, "I know about the sickle."
You begin to wield a golden sickle in your right hand.
Blind High Lord Kalas Vuris Ama'rua, Herder of Flesh says, "But how do I use it? I can't seem to find the heather."
Bheion, an aslaran mystic says, "Oh, goodness, she won't be able to help you, you know."
You say, "Just run around the moors, and get heather."
Bheion, an aslaran mystic says, "The heather will crumble if you pick it by hand."
You say, "Just a moment."
Bheion, an aslaran mystic says, "Took her AAAAGES."
Bowing his head, Bheion departs to the out.
You twitch spasmodically.
Blind High Lord Kalas Vuris Ama'rua, Herder of Flesh says, "That is odd."
You say, "We have history."
You give a golden sickle to Blind High Lord Kalas Vuris Ama'rua, Herder of Flesh.
Blind High Lord Kalas Vuris Ama'rua, Herder of Flesh says to you, "I can tell."
Blind High Lord Kalas Vuris Ama'rua, Herder of Flesh says, "Hrm."
You say, "I was going to kill him with it, but oh well."
You point your staff at Bheion, an aslaran mystic, and electricity crackles across its length before it discharges a bolt of blue lightning that slams into Bheion, an aslaran mystic in an explosion of cobalt sparks.
Electricity coursing through his body, Bheion, an aslaran mystic finally collapses in a twitching heap.
You have slain Bheion, an aslaran mystic.
Your mind propels the corpse of Bheion, an aslaran mystic into your hands.
You say, "Terribly sorry if I've inconvenienced."
You doff a breathtaking circlet of ice flowers cordially.
Bheion, an aslaran mystic tells you, "Have I told you about the heather?"
A messy tent.
The shadowy outline of a twisted forest casts a dark gloom here. There are 3 wandering bards here. There are 2 dwarven pilgrims here. There are 2 loboshigaru pilgrims here.
You see a single exit leading out.
You twitch spasmodically.
You say, "YOU'RE DEAD."
You peer about yourself unscrupulously.
((check inventory; corpse is missing!!))
You give a horrified gasp.
((ran back to his tent quickly))
Inside a decorated tent.
The shadowy outline of a twisted forest casts a dark gloom here. The aslaran mystic Bheion stands here, shrouded in a ceremonial cloak. Blind High Lord Kalas Vuris Ama'rua, Herder of Flesh is here. He wields a bag of stones in his left hand.
You see a single exit leading out.
Bheion, an aslaran mystic tells you, "Why, no I'm not. You picked me by hand and I crumbled, you know."
You say to Bheion, an aslaran mystic, "YOU!"
Bheion, an aslaran mystic dusts off his shoulders coolly.
You say to Bheion, an aslaran mystic, "I killed you, I saw it!"
Vuris tilts his head and listens intently.
You say to Bheion, an aslaran mystic, "And I was -very- polite about it."
Vuris giggles happily.
Bheion, an aslaran mystic says, "Goodness, if you pick the heather by hand, I hear it gives hallucinations."
You say to Vuris, "It came back from the dead to taunt me about heather."
Bheion, an aslaran mystic says, "The heather will crumble if you pick it by hand."
Bheion, an aslaran mystic says, "Though it took you long enough to figure it out the first round, I wouldn't doubt that."
Bheion, an aslaran mystic nods his head sagely.
You brandish your fists defiantly.
You say, "Tell me about herbs."
Bheion, an aslaran mystic says, "Who said I was a master of herblore? Well, it is true."
Blind High Lord Kalas Vuris Ama'rua, Herder of Flesh says, "To pheobus I need to figure out how to harvest it."
Vuris giggles happily.
A slight smile brushes across Bheion's features.
Bheion, an aslaran mystic says, "What is it you wish to know about herbs?"
You say, "Tell me about white heather."
Bheion, an aslaran mystic says, "I use this sickle to gather the white heather. Here, you may borrow it."
Bheion, an aslaran mystic hands a sickle to you.
You point accusingly at a golden sickle.
Blind High Lord Kalas Vuris Ama'rua, Herder of Flesh says, "I know about the sickle."
You begin to wield a golden sickle in your right hand.
Blind High Lord Kalas Vuris Ama'rua, Herder of Flesh says, "But how do I use it? I can't seem to find the heather."
Bheion, an aslaran mystic says, "Oh, goodness, she won't be able to help you, you know."
You say, "Just run around the moors, and get heather."
Bheion, an aslaran mystic says, "The heather will crumble if you pick it by hand."
You say, "Just a moment."
Bheion, an aslaran mystic says, "Took her AAAAGES."
Bowing his head, Bheion departs to the out.
You twitch spasmodically.
Blind High Lord Kalas Vuris Ama'rua, Herder of Flesh says, "That is odd."
You say, "We have history."
You give a golden sickle to Blind High Lord Kalas Vuris Ama'rua, Herder of Flesh.
Blind High Lord Kalas Vuris Ama'rua, Herder of Flesh says to you, "I can tell."
Blind High Lord Kalas Vuris Ama'rua, Herder of Flesh says, "Hrm."
You say, "I was going to kill him with it, but oh well."
