QUOTE (Faymar @ Nov 3 2010, 02:06 PM) <{POST_SNAPBACK}>
Bask in the glory of the Engine, may the standards by which their citizens are judged always be this high!
Annoooying.
QUOTE (Kreon @ Nov 3 2010, 12:07 AM) <{POST_SNAPBACK}>
haha Anyania nice quote, super epic failport to the Megalith 
inorite, why the
would he seriously teleport to the megalithQUOTE
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So close
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Malach, the snowy liger cub says, "Any fat ponies I can munch on?"
Doman descends from above.
Archmage Phoebus Skyplume, Keeper of the Four Winds says, "I will never leave. The only reason I would ever not be a member of Hallifax would be if I was forcefully removed. Which is why at that point I'd imagine I would be past caring about the law, as bizarre as that sounds."
Doman strikes a pose.
Doman ponders Phoebus thoughtfully, looking her up and down.
Turilira, the radiant glass shadhahvar says, "Fat pigeons."
Fellow Doman Salceto, Temporal Visionary says to Phoebus, "I could drag you out."
Doman grins mischievously at Phoebus.
Maellio bows to Saran and commences the lesson in Healing.
Turilira, the radiant glass shadhahvar nods his head sagely.
Phoebus rolls her eyes at Doman.
The stars above glitter in cold, precise points.
Malach, the snowy liger cub says, "Aww, I thought that pose was an offer."
Turilira, the radiant glass shadhahvar hides a grin behind his hand.
Malach, the snowy liger cub says, "I haven't tried trill yet."
Turilira, the radiant glass shadhahvar blinks.
Doman stares implacably about himself.
Doman stares implacably at Malach, the snowy liger cub.
Turilira, the radiant glass shadhahvar says, "Handss?"
The horizon glows with burnished shades of orange and red, heralding the imminent arrival of Father Sun upon the rim of the world.
Amanuensis Maellio Onz'Verheu, the Penumbral Observer says to Malach, the snowy liger cub, "It is rather... stringy."
Fellow Doman Salceto, Temporal Visionary says to Malach, the snowy liger cub, "I will harm
you in ways that will leave you seeing impossible geometry."
Turilira, the radiant glass shadhahvar stares implacably about himself.
Tulemrah opens her eyes and yawns mightily.
Malach, the snowy liger cub says, "Ooh, that sounds cool."
Fellow Doman Salceto, Temporal Visionary says to Malach, the snowy liger cub, "Have you ever seen an 8-sided triangle?"
Junior Fellow Luumin laughingly says, "It does sound cool, actually."
Fellow Doman Salceto, Temporal Visionary says, "It will make your head explode."
Archmage Phoebus Skyplume, Keeper of the Four Winds says, "I will return shortly."
Phoebus doffs a circlet of iron roses cordially.
Malach, the snowy liger cub says, "No, but now I want to."
Tulemrah inclines her head politely to those around her.
Amanuensis Maellio Onz'Verheu, the Penumbral Observer says, "That is hardly that hard to imagine."
Tulemrah lays her hands upon the Matrix. The air around her sparkles and fills with a thrumming buzz.
Turilira, the radiant glass shadhahvar gambols about playfully with Malach, the snowy liger cub.
Amanuensis Maellio Onz'Verheu, the Penumbral Observer says, "It merely has an extra dimension."
Maellio shrugs helplessly.
The winds turn icy cold as they rage and shriek.
Fellow Doman Salceto, Temporal Visionary says to Maellio, "That's because your mind isn't able to deal with the inherent paradox."
Malach, the snowy liger cub says, "Head exploding is a concern of those who do not self-ressurect."
You say, "A triangle has three sides, Doman."
Fellow Doman Salceto, Temporal Visionary says to you, "Exactly."
Amanuensis Maellio Onz'Verheu, the Penumbral Observer says to Doman, "Or rather, I imagine my mind is prepared for it."
Fellow Doman Salceto, Temporal Visionary says to you, "Which is why seeing one with eight sides makes your head explode."
Amanuensis Maellio Onz'Verheu, the Penumbral Observer says to you, "Tranpose it along a temporal axis."
Archmage Phoebus Skyplume, Keeper of the Four Winds says, "Oh, right."
Archmage Phoebus Skyplume, Keeper of the Four Winds smiles impishly and says, "Haven't done this for a while."
Spreading his rainbow wings, a sparkling sapphire thunderbird soars off to the ether.
Turilira, the radiant glass shadhahvar stretches languidly.
Doman grows still and his lips begin to move silently.
Tulemrah inclines her head politely to Doman.
You say, "So in other words, you mean an octagon."
Amanuensis Maellio Onz'Verheu, the Penumbral Observer says to you, "If you count the sides as it is composed, exists, and decomposes you can have eight."
You stare blankly into space.
Chancellor Saran Starleaf, Ays Civalior Lyreth says, "He has fled."
Folding her wings so she can reach them easily, Phoebus preens her wings happily, straightening out the disheveled feathers.
You say, "I wasn't aware that triangles decompose."
Amanuensis Maellio Onz'Verheu, the Penumbral Observer says, "They can if you erase them."
Chancellor Saran Starleaf, Ays Civalior Lyreth says, "I am more concerned that he believe his head will explode if he encounters an eight-sided triangle."
Chancellor Saran Starleaf, Ays Civalior Lyreth says, "Believes, rather."
Amanuensis Maellio Onz'Verheu, the Penumbral Observer says, "Good for Doman."
You say, "Why aren't we educating our mages in Geometry instead of Telepathy?"
Amanuensis Maellio Onz'Verheu, the Penumbral Observer says, "Apparently the shape of the world comes secondary to what you can do to those in it."
Turilira, the radiant glass shadhahvar snuffles softly.
Malach, the snowy liger cub begins to chase his tail, round and round he runs before collapsing in a heap.
Doman descends from above.
Archmage Phoebus Skyplume, Keeper of the Four Winds says, "I will never leave. The only reason I would ever not be a member of Hallifax would be if I was forcefully removed. Which is why at that point I'd imagine I would be past caring about the law, as bizarre as that sounds."
Doman strikes a pose.
Doman ponders Phoebus thoughtfully, looking her up and down.
Turilira, the radiant glass shadhahvar says, "Fat pigeons."
Fellow Doman Salceto, Temporal Visionary says to Phoebus, "I could drag you out."
Doman grins mischievously at Phoebus.
Maellio bows to Saran and commences the lesson in Healing.
Turilira, the radiant glass shadhahvar nods his head sagely.
Phoebus rolls her eyes at Doman.
The stars above glitter in cold, precise points.
Malach, the snowy liger cub says, "Aww, I thought that pose was an offer."
Turilira, the radiant glass shadhahvar hides a grin behind his hand.
Malach, the snowy liger cub says, "I haven't tried trill yet."
Turilira, the radiant glass shadhahvar blinks.
Doman stares implacably about himself.
Doman stares implacably at Malach, the snowy liger cub.
Turilira, the radiant glass shadhahvar says, "Handss?"
The horizon glows with burnished shades of orange and red, heralding the imminent arrival of Father Sun upon the rim of the world.
Amanuensis Maellio Onz'Verheu, the Penumbral Observer says to Malach, the snowy liger cub, "It is rather... stringy."
Fellow Doman Salceto, Temporal Visionary says to Malach, the snowy liger cub, "I will harm
you in ways that will leave you seeing impossible geometry."
Turilira, the radiant glass shadhahvar stares implacably about himself.
Tulemrah opens her eyes and yawns mightily.
Malach, the snowy liger cub says, "Ooh, that sounds cool."
Fellow Doman Salceto, Temporal Visionary says to Malach, the snowy liger cub, "Have you ever seen an 8-sided triangle?"
Junior Fellow Luumin laughingly says, "It does sound cool, actually."
Fellow Doman Salceto, Temporal Visionary says, "It will make your head explode."
Archmage Phoebus Skyplume, Keeper of the Four Winds says, "I will return shortly."
Phoebus doffs a circlet of iron roses cordially.
Malach, the snowy liger cub says, "No, but now I want to."
Tulemrah inclines her head politely to those around her.
Amanuensis Maellio Onz'Verheu, the Penumbral Observer says, "That is hardly that hard to imagine."
Tulemrah lays her hands upon the Matrix. The air around her sparkles and fills with a thrumming buzz.
Turilira, the radiant glass shadhahvar gambols about playfully with Malach, the snowy liger cub.
Amanuensis Maellio Onz'Verheu, the Penumbral Observer says, "It merely has an extra dimension."
Maellio shrugs helplessly.
The winds turn icy cold as they rage and shriek.
Fellow Doman Salceto, Temporal Visionary says to Maellio, "That's because your mind isn't able to deal with the inherent paradox."
Malach, the snowy liger cub says, "Head exploding is a concern of those who do not self-ressurect."
You say, "A triangle has three sides, Doman."
Fellow Doman Salceto, Temporal Visionary says to you, "Exactly."
Amanuensis Maellio Onz'Verheu, the Penumbral Observer says to Doman, "Or rather, I imagine my mind is prepared for it."
Fellow Doman Salceto, Temporal Visionary says to you, "Which is why seeing one with eight sides makes your head explode."
Amanuensis Maellio Onz'Verheu, the Penumbral Observer says to you, "Tranpose it along a temporal axis."
Archmage Phoebus Skyplume, Keeper of the Four Winds says, "Oh, right."
Archmage Phoebus Skyplume, Keeper of the Four Winds smiles impishly and says, "Haven't done this for a while."
Spreading his rainbow wings, a sparkling sapphire thunderbird soars off to the ether.
Turilira, the radiant glass shadhahvar stretches languidly.
Doman grows still and his lips begin to move silently.
Tulemrah inclines her head politely to Doman.
You say, "So in other words, you mean an octagon."
Amanuensis Maellio Onz'Verheu, the Penumbral Observer says to you, "If you count the sides as it is composed, exists, and decomposes you can have eight."
You stare blankly into space.
Chancellor Saran Starleaf, Ays Civalior Lyreth says, "He has fled."
Folding her wings so she can reach them easily, Phoebus preens her wings happily, straightening out the disheveled feathers.
You say, "I wasn't aware that triangles decompose."
Amanuensis Maellio Onz'Verheu, the Penumbral Observer says, "They can if you erase them."
Chancellor Saran Starleaf, Ays Civalior Lyreth says, "I am more concerned that he believe his head will explode if he encounters an eight-sided triangle."
Chancellor Saran Starleaf, Ays Civalior Lyreth says, "Believes, rather."
Amanuensis Maellio Onz'Verheu, the Penumbral Observer says, "Good for Doman."
You say, "Why aren't we educating our mages in Geometry instead of Telepathy?"
Amanuensis Maellio Onz'Verheu, the Penumbral Observer says, "Apparently the shape of the world comes secondary to what you can do to those in it."
Turilira, the radiant glass shadhahvar snuffles softly.
Malach, the snowy liger cub begins to chase his tail, round and round he runs before collapsing in a heap.
These are the kinds of ridiculous conversations that occur when Doman is around.
