I agree, ephemeral should cost half the amount to give demis a chance to test drive the skill.

I'm not sure if anyone's commented on this, but we've made it so that essence offered scales your % chance to get a ticket. IE offering 1% spices might give you a .0005% chance of a ticket, while offering 100% spices might give you a 50% chance of a ticket (not actual numbers, because I don't remember them anymore).

There's probably a happy medium somewhere that optimizes your return.

Nifty! Thanks.

Time to scrub out my eyes with lye. Thanks, mine Order.

Don't put that crap on me. That's straight up Morbo. The rest of us were just innocent bystanders to that toothed train wreck.

Is this a moment I should be glad I'm not in an Order?

I didn't put it on you! I was just exposed to it via the order's channels.

I am now scarred for life.

Now I am curious.

I imagine the definition used is "Denoting a structure or organ occurring in addition to the normal ones", if I had to take a guess.

Apropos of nothing, for some reason I really want a protege.

But then I suspect most of them are just little agents of heartbreak and disappointment.

They are, but adorable.

I have had one protege to date, which was solely for the purpose of getting her a mentor for a guild task. She left my graces thereafter with a cordial tip of the hat.

Doesn't work, because ephemeral powers are precisely as much that as supernumerary are. You could translate them as "temporary" and "extra" -- but they're all equally extra, and the key point is their permanence.

But that's what the words mean in this world. In Lusternia, apparently "supernumerary" means "permanent", and where's the anthrolinguist to prove otherwise?

You place your hands on the Matrix and find the link to the astral plane.
Pulsating energy flares throughout your field of vision, and you find yourself
tumbling through the aether pathways.
Ruins of a royal throne room.
Banks of clouds roil about here. Huge twin emerald thrones lie knocked over in
the centre of the raised floor of the throne room, precious jewels lying strewn
about. Soft feathers from the throne pillows litter the burnt rugs covering the
stone floor. Chairs lie turned over, many charred and stained with ash. A
lingering smell of burning acid fills the smoky air, crystal goblets and silver
plates shattered and bent across the floor. The sound of thunder shakes the room
through the broken windows and holes in the roof and walls, as bursts of
lightning connect with the each other in the darkened sky. The clouds shift
between red and grey as the smoldering ash from the burning stones rises into
the air with the howling winds. A darkened crystalline pillar rises up from the
ground here, flickering weakly. There are 5 two-headed eagles here.

Let the games begin!!

Valonah and I were on that bubble, there were 10 eagles there and we weren't linking or anything. (We killed them after they killed you too)

So what were you doing on that sphere instead of fathering a grandchild?

Wow, people kind of turn into pricks over the Great Hunt.

It is very surprising that credits are serious business.

boo for disconnected and not being able to reconnect while fighting a dragon with a million tons of dust on my ship when my internet is fine