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Message #17059 Sent By: Oleis Received On: 1/03/2014/17:24
"If it makes you feel better, just checking your artifact list threatens to crash my mudlet."
Message #17059 Sent By: Oleis Received On: 1/03/2014/17:24
"If it makes you feel better, just checking your artifact list threatens to crash my mudlet."
[22:23] Aisling: [redacted]
[22:24] Aisling: A BUG JUMPED ON MY FACE AND I PUNCHED MYSELF IN THE MOUTH
[22:24] Arbre: Ahahahahahahahhaaa
[22:24] Arbre: aheuaheuaheuaheu
[22:24] Aisling: IT JUMPED TO MY SCREEN
[22:24] Aisling: BE QUIET, I'LL SWAT IT AWAY
[22:24] Arbre: aheuaheuaheuaheu
[22:24] Aisling: [redacted] IT JUMPED BACK TO MY FACE
[22:24] Aisling: ALMOST WENT INTO MY NOSE THE LITTLE [redacted]
[22:24] Aisling: aaai hate BUGS
[22:25] Aisling: brb gonna get a flip flop or something
[22:25] Aisling: ok its dead
ORDER ENTOURAGE KILL Tyrak
[The Spirits whisper]: Target set to Tyrak.
You order a badger, lemming, raven, butterfly, wolf, and a cunning red fox to kill Tyrak.
ta
WIPE HANDAXE +2e
passive
ORDER ANIMALS PASSIVE
You order badger, lemming, raven, butterfly, wolf, and a cunning red fox to assume a passive stance.
They all seem to settle down.
WIPE HANDAXE
noven
WILL NOW APPLY NOTHINGta
WIPE HANDAXE
ENVENOM HANDAXE NOTHING
throw axe at Tyrak
throw axe sw at Tyrak
throw axe se at Tyrak
throw axe w at Tyrak
throw axe n at Tyrak
throw axe e at Tyrak
I do not recognize that venom.
You cock back your arm and throw a primitive obsidian and pine hand axe north at an enraged male
villager.
Balance Used: 4.20 seconds
The axe swiftly returns to your hand.
clan dion tell ...
(Dion an Duir): You say, "..."
So not to toot my own horn, but I thought the centaur was cool. And tall. Really, really tall.
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A burly centaur crossbowman stretches languidly.
You tilt your head curiously at a burly centaur crossbowman.
look
The massive core of the Great Oak.
Flickers of vibrant green fire encase this gargantuan pillar rising up from the
Heartwood, the living core of the Great Oak visibly crackling with the energy of
Dendara. The massive core shoots up through the center of the tree, both
existing and nonexisting in the sense that it collides with foreign objects but
passes through the various roots, limbs, and other aspects of the Great Oak as
if nothing more than ethereal vapor. The pillar dominates the landscape, visible
for miles in all directions as it shoots out through the canopy of the tree, and
beyond to the sky far above. Where the core erupts from the earth, the pillar is
surrounded in a hazy, pale green fog, illuminated by the dancing flames. Every
once in awhile, a loud crack resounds from the pillar as white lightning ripples
over its surface, coursing over the length of the core with unbridled energy. A
burly centaur stands sentinel, his hefty crossbow at the ready. Raest stands
here, clasping a great spear in his right hand as he overlooks the primordial
heart of the Great Oak. A large, blood-splattered totem has been erected here,
formed of obsidian, ivory and red-wood. Facing outwards and surrounding the
totem are a large ivory bear, an obsidian raven and a red-wood serpent. A sigil
in the shape of a small, rectangular monolith is on the ground. Prowling about
the area is a feral bahkatu predator. Fell green energy emanates from the
pulsing core of the Great Oak, a massive pillar erupting from the earth to tower
over the Heartwood. Torrents of water twist and shift around the watery form of
an undine aquacaster here, masterfully manipulating her element. A cot with a
simplistic clockwork mechanism is here, a plain wooden pot atop it. A massive
golem made of clay stands here. The sublime glow of the core casts an effulgent
green light over the surrounding area.
You see exits leading north, east, south, and west.
The sun begins her downward journey towards eventual sleep, casting even, full
light upon the land.
An ethereal trail of phosphorescent energy weaves through the air above the
trees in a continuous stream.
You say to a burly centaur crossbowman, "I saw a couple centaurs at the dance
a...couple? years ago. But where did you live before that before you started
guarding Duiran?"
A burly centaur crossbowman looks over at you casually. "You're speaking to
me?," he asks the sky.
You nod your head at a burly centaur crossbowman.
You have emoted: Meyvitch leaves off rubbing his knee and turns to shrug off his
pack, rummaging through his salves.
You take a drink of an elixir of health from a boring vial.
The elixir heals and soothes you.
You may drink another health or mana elixir.
A burly centaur crossbowman shifts his hulking shoulder slightly as he stares
down at you. "Is there a problem?" he asks.
You say, "No problem. I was just wondering where you lived before the changing
of the guards."
You tilt your head curiously at a burly centaur crossbowman.
look centaur
This male centaur towers over most at a height of ten and a half feet tall -
most of which is due to his equine lower body. Naturally muscular and fit, the
centaur's lower body sports a tawny brown coat and dark brown hooves. His bare
torso is equally toned and strong, warm cocoa-hued skin complementing his ebon
tresses and tail, which have both been arranged into an exotic five-tail braid.
White paint adorns his face, shoulders, and arms, streaked in tribal patterns of
no definite shape. The centaur wields a heavy, impressive bolt-action crossbow,
and he wears a sturdy gauntlet on each wrist.
A burly centaur crossbowman looks weak and feeble.
A burly centaur crossbowman says, "You some sort of reporter?"
Blankly, you say, "What's a reporter?"
You say to a burly centaur crossbowman, "I'm just satisfying my own curiosity!"
A burly centaur crossbowman narrows his eyes suspiciously, "Like a spy or
something. You're asking a lot of questions."
You say to a burly centaur crossbowman, "Do I look like a Syssin to you?"
A burly centaur crossbowman peers at you suspiciously.
You have emoted: Meyvitch gives the crossbowman an indignant look.
You say, "That's not a trick question, I'm a Sentinel!"
A burly centaur crossbowman says, "That's what they all say."
You utter a deep, rumbling laugh.
You say, "I'm also in Lord Haern's order. You can trust me."
An ethereal trail of phosphorescent energy weaves through the air above the
trees in a continuous stream.
You ponder the situation.
You say, "Well, I don't know if that actually means anything to you."
A burly centaur crossbowman swishes his tail nonchalantly and looks out over
your head, "So long as you're not causing trouble." He nods to himself and adds,
"Or spying."
You have emoted: Meyvitch stands up, stepping in front of the centaur and
craning his head to look up at him. And up. And up. "Man, you're tall."
The deepening dusk yields to impenetrable darkness as night claims the land.
A burly centaur crossbowman shakes his head firmly. "I'm quite average. Shortest
one in my family, actually."
As tall as the trees surrounding it, a towering elemental walks in, silent and
unobtrusive.
A burly centaur crossbowman says, "My brother, now that's a centaur. Woo boy.
Had two feet on me, easy."
The surrounding woods falls eerily silent, just before a quiet, high-pitched
keening can be heard from the luminescent orbs of the earthbound elemental. The
ringing sound grows in volume gradually, until the surrounding woods are filled
with the resonating, vibrating tones. Abruptly, it ends, and the forest comes
alive once again with the sounds of life.
You have emoted: Meyvitch turns his head, eyeing the elemental with concern.
You ask a burly centaur crossbowman, "Is that a little or big brother that's
taller than you?"
p elemental
At first glance, this elemental would blend into the woods were it capable of
standing completely still for an extended period of time. The gargantuan
creature matches the height of the trees surrounding it, though too irregular
and bulky to aspire to their predictable shape. It resembles a lumpy mass of
vines and branches seated atop a perfectly round, polished boulder of granite,
with three trunk-like limbs to serve as its legs. Lush green moss drapes from
every surface, disguising the true shape of the earthbound in its chaotic array,
and the vines covering its limbs perpetually lash onto nearby surfaces to anchor
it in place, as if taking root. At the peak of the elemental's body is what one
might consider a head; the display of branches and vines might resemble a mouth
with some creative liberty. A scattering of luminescent stones resemble oblong
eyes, though they are devoid of pupil or movement. It moves at a lumbering pace,
too slowly to make a great amount of noise, but far too animated to be mistaken
for the environment surrounding it.
An earthbound elemental looks to be crushingly strong.
It weighs about 3000 pound(s).
A burly centaur crossbowman paws the ground thoughtfully, shifting the weight of
his weapon in his hands. "Younger, not much though. Doesn't have much for brains
though."
A burly centaur crossbowman shrugs helplessly.
You say to a burly centaur crossbowman, "Well, your family must be very proud of
you, guarding Duiran as you are."
A burly centaur crossbowman frowns, narrowing his eyes at you again in
suspicion. He scowls, "There you go nosing around again. You working for
someone?"
You ask an earthbound elemental, "Are you okay? Your eyes are screaming?"
You say to a burly centaur crossbowman, "Nope. Just myself. And the Sentinel
guild."
A burly centaur crossbowman says, "The Sentinels are spying on me?!"
You have emoted: Meyvitch's attention turns from the elemental back to the
centaur. Putting his hand on his hip, he gestures with the stump of his wrist.
"Oi, why would we spy on our guards? You're working with us!"
A burly centaur crossbowman snorts indignantly, "Maybe they should be focusing
on their jobs instead of watching me do mine!"
A snap of vines and a subdued creak sounds as a towering earthbound elemental
slowly makes its way to the north.
A burly centaur crossbowman scowls miserably.
Raising his hand nonthreateningly, you smile and say, "I was just trying to be
friendly. I'll let you alone, then."
As tall as the trees surrounding it, a towering elemental walks in, silent and
unobtrusive.
You ponder an earthbound elemental's profile, deep in consideration.
A burly centaur crossbowman huffs at you, then turns his attention back to
guarding, mostly.
A burly centaur crossbowman eyes you suspiciously.
You have emoted: Meyvitch's fingers twitch and he eyes the elemental curiously,
but refrains from questioning this guard too, scooping up his stuff.
You wave goodbye.
EXIT STAGE WEST[23:17] Arbre: qqing luffy
[23:17] Aisling: no stay
[23:17] Aisling: stay bre
[23:17] Arbre: Why?
[23:17] Aisling: you scare the bugs away
[23:18] Arbre: I think they were like "[redacted], if she'll punch HERSELF in the face what will she do to US?!" and fled
[23:18] Aisling: yes good
[23:18] Aisling: good
[23:19] Aisling: ok u can go
[23:19] Aisling: i'll let u go
Angwe, I can't see it. Can you attach?
*rides off into the sunset on a centaur*
...*trips another of Angwe's traps*
damnit!
This is a little event that took place with me supplying the cabalist guards with some warm footwear for those wintry Spinesreachian days! There was more before but I ran around so much, it is beyond scrolling
. Anyway it started with him giving a cute little sneeze and being cold, and later both of us agreeing to allow me to supply the boys with some comfy boots. Below is a log of when I got a handful of boots, for those interested! 
[spoiler]
--- Through the farmlands ------- 1:-11:0 ---
The stars twinkle in the clear night sky. There are 2 monolith sigils here. Hands folded in the
sleeves of his dark, voluminous robes, a cabalist stands ready to guard his city.
You see exits leading north, northeast, and west.
You beam broadly at a cabalist of jherza.
A cabalist of jherza inclines his head politely to you.
You say to a cabalist of jherza, "Well I couldnt find many, but I have several fur-inlaid and comfy
boots."
A cabalist of jherza glances momentarily around, as if revived from a deep reverie, before relaxing
into nonchalance once more.
Your mouth turns up as your face breaks into a smile.
You say, "Here you go."
You give fur-lined combat boots to a cabalist of jherza.
You give fur-lined combat boots to a cabalist of jherza.
You give fur-lined combat boots to a cabalist of jherza.
You give a pair of soft soled boots to a cabalist of jherza.
You give a pair of tanned leather combat boots to a cabalist of jherza.
You give fur-lined combat boots to a cabalist of jherza.
You give fur-lined combat boots to a cabalist of jherza.
You give fur-lined combat boots to a cabalist of jherza.
You give fur-lined combat boots to a cabalist of jherza.
You give fur-lined combat boots to a cabalist of jherza.
You give fur-lined combat boots to a cabalist of jherza.
You give fur-lined combat boots to a cabalist of jherza.
You give fur-lined combat boots to a cabalist of jherza.
You give fur-lined combat boots to a cabalist of jherza.
You give fur-lined combat boots to a cabalist of jherza.
Your mouth turns up as your face breaks into a smile.
A cabalist of jherza says, "I'm certain anyt- ooof!"
You give a trillingly melodic laugh.
A cabalist of jherza struggles under the weight of so many boots.
You say, "Fur straight from Attica too."
You giggle happily.
The stars wink into existence, familiar constellations illuminating the night with tales of myth and
legend.
The night sky is clear, and the stars twinkle like diamonds.
You say, "And they are great for combat too!"
A cabalist of jherza peers over the side of the mountain of boots in his arms, "Oh most definitely.
You have done us a great service, Seven-Hand."
You beam broadly.
You stick out your tongue and say, "My pleasure...do you need help with those? I was able to carry
them around half of the continent, im sure I can take them to the barracks too."
A whirling cloud of dust kicks up around you as the winds of the northern tundra blow past.
You say, "Oooh you better put them on soon, winds are picking up."
A cabalist of jherza says, "Oh no no no, I'll get right on this!"
A cabalist of jherza peers about himself suspiciously.
A cabalist of jherza says, "Between me and you, Seven-Hand, if you dropped all these off before the
other lads found out, they'd never be seen again."
You give a trillingly melodic laugh.
You say, "So true."
You say, "Alright brother cabalist, any other supplies you will need?"
A cabalist of jherza grumbles something that vaguely sounds like 'upjumped Syssin bastards' but is
anyone's guess.
A cabalist of jherza ponders the situation.
A cabalist of jherza says, "I think this will go a long way, Seven-Hand."
A cabalist of jherza beams broadly at you.
You beam broadly.
You say, "Im glad."
You say, "Well I have some research to get back to then."
You say, "You keep safe you hear? Dont want any Enorians jumping you from behind."
A cabalist of jherza peers about himself suspiciously.
A cabalist of jherza winks knowingly at you.
You give a trillingly melodic laugh.
You wave goodbye.
[/spoiler]
Edit: Cleaned it up a bit!
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(The Front Line): Daskalos says, "<-- artifacts."
The guttural, bellowing voice of Haern, the Hunter resounds across the land, "Bahaha."
Maghak, the Sovereign has bestowed a divine blessing upon you. It will last for 6 days.
Dhar, the Underking has bestowed a divine blessing upon you. It will last for 6 days.
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General:
He is 18 years old.
He was born on the 1st of Ios, year 367 of the Midnight Age.
He is unranked in Aetolia.
He is a Sightseer in the Fellowship of Explorers.
He is considered to be approximately 0% of your might.
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Please tell me I'm not the only one who works with people who have a strange sense of humour (men!) thus knowing what that is...
Hint: Switch the 's' and the 'd'.
Ohhhhhhhhhhhh.....
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(The Front Line): Daskalos says, "<-- artifacts."
Arbre: /strut
Rivas: he's just saying that to overcompensate
Rivas: he TOTALLY wants me, can't you tell?
Arbre: Yessir
Meyvitch steps away from Arbre, circling Rivas at a distance, checking out the man's back side. "How do you not set this place on fire?"
Arbre: Okay, you win.
Arbre: He's checking out your backside
Rivas: i win, and yet i lose
Rivas: ...i love how you brought meyvitch in and now YOU'RE the third wheel
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(The Front Line): Daskalos says, "<-- artifacts."