Need more wood.

More gold is required.

An enormous gorgog springs to an enormous gorgog's defence.
An enormous gorgog springs to an enormous gorgog's defence.
An enormous gorgog springs to an enormous gorgog's defence.
An enormous gorgog springs to an enormous gorgog's defence.
An enormous gorgog springs to an enormous gorgog's defence.

You pick up a bit of shadowy essence.

You pick up 76 gold sovereigns.

You put 1486185 gold sovereigns in the Master Ravenwood Tree.

<12319/12319h 5306/5328m 7994/7594e 10p 100%en 100%w >-(-22 Mana) say oh my Gods
You say, "Oh my Gods."

(Peasantface): You say, "...................."

(Peasantface): You say, "I just put 1.5mil gold in the tree."

Issue me Okay, yes, this was extremely stupid, but I was multitasking. Any way I could...get this back?
Thank you, your issue has been submitted as #922.

You put a bit of shadowy essence into the Master Ravenwood Tree.

(Peasantface): You say, "Oops. Oh well."

(Peasantface): Xenthos (from the Aetherways) says, "Once upon a time, putting gold in the tree did
not destroy it."

(Peasantface): You say, "Ah well."

Twisted and veined with entrancing dark swirls and knotted patterns, this gargantuan tree stands
above all else within the Glomdoring as though trying to devour the very sky with its sharp crown.
Feathery fronds hang down menacingly from the dark branches, the shiny black leaves clacking
together in the wind like bone chimes and gleaming with a deep mauve iridescence. Long and grasping
roots extend outwards for quite some distance from the tree, clawing into the dark soil.
It weighs about 4095 pounds.
This is the Nexus of Glomdoring with the following pathways:
A pathway to the Prime Material Plane
The Master Ravenwood Tree is holding:
Nothing.
1486185 gold sovereigns.

(Peasantface): Xenthos (from the Aetherways) says, "But you could put 1 gold in and then nobody
could put anything else in until the gold was taken out."

You get 1486185 gold sovereigns from the Master Ravenwood Tree.

You delete issue #922.

This... well, I'm an idiot. I was putting essence in the tree, when..



ahem.

This... well, I'm an idiot. I was putting essence in the tree, when..



ahem.

Pinch hitting for Arix, it's Kaalak at bat.

(lolsex): Marina says, "Ah. Hrm. Well, I suppose I'm not too old for a lap dance."

(lolsex): Amarysse says, "You are never too old to be properly entertained."

You tell Provost Tulemrah Shevat, Tender of Breezes, "We've become jaded politicians!"

Tulemrah tells you, "Good heavens."

Tulemrah tells you, "That simply will not do."

You tell Provost Tulemrah Shevat, Tender of Breezes, "We need to stop asking people to talk about things and just start talking -with- them."

You tell Provost Tulemrah Shevat, Tender of Breezes, "Get them into a discussion before they even know what's happening."

Tulemrah tells you, "Indeed. Standing around staring at each other at the Matrix has lost its appeal."

You tell Provost Tulemrah Shevat, Tender of Breezes, "And we thought it would never get old..."

You tell Provost Tulemrah Shevat, Tender of Breezes, "What thrill-seekers we are."

Need more wood.

You all have it wrong, this is Hallifax.

YOU MUST CONSTRUCT ADDITIONAL PYLONS

Additional minerals required.

(Aeromancers): You say, "Tempeste."

(Aeromancers): Tempeste says, "Yes?"

(Aeromancers): You say, "Do you have any plans to contribute to the Festival?"

(Aeromancers): Tempeste says, "Um."

(Aeromancers): You say, ""um". Sounds promising!"

(Aeromancers): You say, "What is the basis of your uncertainty?"

(Aeromancers): Shedrin (from the Aetherways) says, "Contribute, Citizen!"

(Aeromancers): Tempeste says, "I'm not sure I have the ability to produce a work worthy of the Festival at the moment.. having never seen one before, I'm not sure what the typical standards are."

(Aeromancers): You say, "Well, there's never been one before."

(Aeromancers): Shedrin (from the Aetherways) says, "You can do it. I'll help you if you desire."

(Aeromancers): Shedrin (from the Aetherways) says, "You can perhaps make a short lecture."

(Aeromancers): You say, "Do not let fear hold you back, Aeromage."

(Aeromancers): You say, "We must take risks to improve ourselves and the Collective."

(Aeromancers): You say, "To contribute something small is exponentially better than to do nothing at all."

(Aeromancers): Tempeste says, "Yes, Archmage, I will start working on something."

(Aeromancers): You say, "Very good. Do not hesitate to ask for our input if you need it!"

(Aeromancers): Tempeste says, "Yes, ma'am."

You tell Provost Tulemrah Shevat, Tender of Breezes, "BAM!"

Tulemrah tells you, "Very good!"

You tell Provost Tulemrah Shevat, Tender of Breezes, "That was the sound of my hand hitting the desk, to denote success."

You tell Provost Tulemrah Shevat, Tender of Breezes, "If I was at my desk, which I am currently not."

-walking, doo doo doo-

Chamber of the Archmage of Aeromancy.
Banks of clouds roil about here. Bearing the official mark of the Aeromancers, a redwood office chair sits austerely here. An official-looking redwood desk sits here, its drawers drawn neatly open.

You have emoted: Phoebus brings her palm down loudly upon her desk, with a self-satisfied expression.

You tell Provost Tulemrah Shevat, Tender of Breezes, "There. I went to my desk and did it for real."

Suno has been torn to shreds by a cow.

(Serenwilde): Miakoda, Maiden of the Moonhart says, "Congratulations, Suno! You are now a member of the Free Collective of Serenwilde."

(Glade): Barrin (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "Have you decided which guild you would like to join?"

(Glade): Barrin (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "It might help against things like cows."

Sweet Transvestite Rhaell Nashoba from Transexual Transylvania (Male Loboshigaru).
He is 111 years old, having been born on the 3rd of Kiani, 190 years after the Coming of Estarra.

pilot fuse berth
You ask the Sylvan Swanship to remember her home berth. She forms the picture in
her mind's eye, and the aethers around her begin to blur as it reforms to fit
her memory.


Ejei Liet says, "Did you get the bones?"


The command chair whirrs quietly, ready to be used once again.


You say, "Yes."


A spiked hydrian enters from the south on the aetherways.


The Sylvan Swanship reels as a spiked hydrian shreds deep rends through her hull.
The aethers around the Sylvan Swanship stop blurring as her algontherine cries
out in pain.
(Ship): The Sylvan Swanship says, "I will pass the wide waters, lonely sailing!
I have been infested by an aetheretic slivven!"


The Sylvan Swanship shudders and shakes as a spiked hydrian swiftly shears
through her hull.


Ejei Liet says, "Ah, perfect."


The Sylvan Swanship reels as a spiked hydrian shreds deep rends through her hull.


You say, "Ah, damnit."


The Sylvan Swanship reels as a spiked hydrian shreds deep rends through her hull.
The Sylvan Swanship suddenly collapses on herself!
The Sylvan Swanship has been destroyed by a spiked hydrian.
Liet has been slain by misadventure.
Liet drops a blackened parchment.
Liet drops the corpse of an aetheretic slivven.
The Sylvan Swanship implodes and your body is instantly torn apart by the
unstable reality of the Aetherways.
You have been slain by misadventure.
The corpse of a vicious allisaur falls out of your inventory.
A small pile of bones falls out of your inventory.
A small pile of bones falls out of your inventory.
A small pile of bones falls out of your inventory.
You say, "We're going to die."

The soul of Liet says, "I noticed."
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