Not a fan of the inflammatory bait posts and the gang mentality that seems to be supporting them. We're better than that. Can we get back to posting the content that this thread was actually designed for? Merry Christmas.
You're right. I saw a chance to treat Galadriel the same way he treats others, as well as lighten the thread up a little, and I took it without thinking. I own that, and I own the fact that people followed suit. I hope we can all do better moving into the new year.
Not a fan of the inflammatory bait posts and the gang mentality that seems to be supporting them. We're better than that. Can we get back to posting the content that this thread was actually designed for? Merry Christmas.
Copperhead of the Third Spoke says to you, "Intelligence matrix in moniker Bulrok reveals above average results when compared alongside proximal presence."
Ahaha, thank you for immortalizing that. I was minding my own business at the Mirror when I got the XP gain message. Was like "Huh? Oh! Good job, hellkitty!"
Drystin shrugs noncommittally and sighs. Sliding his hand into his cloak slowly and ominously, he pulls something out and deftly slips both hands behind his back before Moxie can get a good look at the item. Obviously enjoying himself by the mischievous grin on his face, he winks at Moxie and says, "Now, lets try this again shall we love? Pick a hand."
Moxie uncrosses one of her arms, pulling it upward to rest on the other as she taps her fingers against her lips, pondering. The moment lingers, decision floating on the wind around the two but she deliberately points towards your right hand. Hazel eyes are fixed underneath lowered lashes and she states, "That one."
A ghost of a smile on his lips, Drystin stares into Moxie's eyes for several heartbeats for dramatic effect before slowly bringing his right hand out in front of him and opening it to reveal...nothing.
Moxie abruptly steps forward, tilting her head down to stare at the empty hand in disbelief. Moving her hand out to hover over yours, she withdraws and places it on her hip, temper rising, "What is this..." She stammers, "This WITCHCRAFT."
His expression going decidedly devious, Drystin brings his left hand out in front of him next to the other and opens it to show that it too is empty. With both hands still in front of him palms up, his eyes examine Moxie curiously starting at Moxie's neck and roaming down Moxie's body. "Well that's strange.."
Moxie is too appalled to say anything, or even move on that note.
After a couple of minutes of torturing Moxie's curiosity, Drystin does some slight of hand and pulls something from the top of one of Moxie's boots.
Moxie asks with quiet suspicion, "What did you do?"
Drystin takes a step back and lifts his hand to give Moxie a small piece of paper. "Its Just something I thought you might like." Shrugging one shoulder, now seeming a bit unsure of his gift he continues, "I just wanted the challenge of obtaining it but I thought you might like the rewards offered from a few of these more than I."
You give Flintbeard's autograph to Moxie.
Moxie gawks at the piece of paper placed in her hand, bringing it up to conceal most of her expression as she peers over the edge of it. There is an uncertainty gnawing at their depths as she surveys you.
Drystin crosses his arms and studies Moxie with uncertainty.
Moxie lowers the autograph and tilts her head down, pressing her lips into the center and sealing it with an invisible kiss. She abruptly extends the paper out in your direction, eyes boring down with a decided smile, "I'd rather have you."
Moxie gets down on one knee and, while holding forth Flintbeard's autograph, declares her eternal love for you, and asks you to join her in the Rites of Unity. Type AGREE if you agree to this.
You joyfully accept Moxie's proposal of Unity, and her gift of Flintbeard's autograph.
07:30:06.067 [H:2446|34% M:7303|100%] [R:100% E:100% W:100% B:100% S:100%] BEA XAPSLDFTR [6] bdcs XP:55.28% eld [Ehtias] ************************************* YOUR HEALTH IS LOW NEWB ************************************* A shining ring of flight carries you up into the skies. Flying above Atop a floating promontory of glossy rock. A shadowy haze absorbs light here, emanating through and around a singularity. Dawn rises upon a cloudless sky, the dim, reddish rays of the sun shining down upon the land. A colossal swarm of ravenous eld blots out the sky here; numbering in the thousands, the swarm buzzes through the sky in a mind-numbing blur of tiny crystalline forms. This area has been overgrown with a swathe of seething plantlife. The air ripples around the nearly imperceptible form of a fulcrum of power floating here. The fury of a severe sandstorm makes itself known here. Crackling energy leaps from stone to stone, bathing the area in radiant heat and light. An intense inferno radiates and consumes the surrounding space, the crackling heat a glimpse of Fire brought to Prime. You see exits leading southeast, west, and northwest. [SND] Balance: 2.00s.
Azarae tried to take an opulent, jeweled longsword and has been slain by a curse of greed. You divine the location of this death as A tribute room in the Temple of the Underking.
H:4334 M:4746 E:100% W:99% B:38000 (100%) | B:284 [cspdb -b] Aeryx uses Bladefire Penance on you. You see Aeryx take on a strange stance, a curved steel falx aimed at you. There is a charged moment of tension, then he yells out. There is a weak flash of light as the weapon lands and you feel your defences begin to weaken. Health Lost: 381, magic, none (Curing) Gained penance (Curing) Hidden count is 0 Aeryx uses Bladefire Crescent (two-hand) on you. (Rime) Not tracking Bladefire Crescent in Omni mode yet. With a furious roar Aeryx swings falx towards you, erupting in a crescent of magical power that screams through the air. Your torso breaks from all the damage. (Curing) Gained torso_damaged (Curing) Hidden count is 0 Your torso has taken 28.00% damage. The Penance imposed upon you has worn off. (Curing) Cured penance Health Lost: 1421, magic, magical Aeryx uses Battlefury Doubleswing on you. With a powerful jab, Aeryx gouges into you with a curved steel falx. Health Lost: 692, cutting, brute A brilliant flash of red light sears across a curved steel falx and you scream in agony as the blood coating you boils. Health Lost: 723, poison, none With a fluid motion, Aeryx switches his grip on a curved steel falx. With a powerful jab, Aeryx gouges into you with a curved steel falx. Health Lost: 692, cutting, brute A brilliant flash of red light sears across a curved steel falx and you scream in agony as the blood coating you boils. Health Lost: 795, poison, none You are no longer stunned. (Curing) Cured stun You have been slain by Aeryx.
Seems legit.
Copperhead of the Third Spoke says to you, "Intelligence matrix in moniker Bulrok reveals above average results when compared alongside proximal presence."
Copperhead of the Third Spoke says to you, "Intelligence matrix in moniker Bulrok reveals above average results when compared alongside proximal presence."
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How did you get a gif of me with such clarity?!?! Inquiring minds need to know!!!
Me neither. Happy Holidays.
https://ada-young.com/pastebin/W8dJg_vn
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Always interested in knowing how I'm doing!
Drystin shrugs noncommittally and sighs. Sliding his hand into his cloak slowly and
ominously, he pulls something out and deftly slips both hands behind his back before Moxie can get a
good look at the item. Obviously enjoying himself by the mischievous grin on his face, he winks at
Moxie and says, "Now, lets try this again shall we love? Pick a hand."
Moxie uncrosses one of her arms, pulling it upward to rest on the other as she taps her fingers
against her lips, pondering. The moment lingers, decision floating on the wind around the two but
she deliberately points towards your right hand. Hazel eyes are fixed underneath lowered lashes and
she states, "That one."
A ghost of a smile on his lips, Drystin stares into Moxie's eyes for several
heartbeats for dramatic effect before slowly bringing his right hand out in front of him and opening
it to reveal...nothing.
Moxie abruptly steps forward, tilting her head down to stare at the empty hand in disbelief. Moving
her hand out to hover over yours, she withdraws and places it on her hip, temper rising, "What is
this..." She stammers, "This WITCHCRAFT."
His expression going decidedly devious, Drystin brings his left hand out in front
of him next to the other and opens it to show that it too is empty. With both hands still in front
of him palms up, his eyes examine Moxie curiously starting at Moxie's neck and roaming down Moxie's
body. "Well that's strange.."
Moxie is too appalled to say anything, or even move on that note.
After a couple of minutes of torturing Moxie's curiosity, Drystin does some
slight of hand and pulls something from the top of one of Moxie's boots.
Moxie asks with quiet suspicion, "What did you do?"
Drystin takes a step back and lifts his hand to give Moxie a small piece of
paper. "Its Just something I thought you might like." Shrugging one shoulder, now seeming a bit unsure
of his gift he continues, "I just wanted the challenge of obtaining it but I thought you might like
the rewards offered from a few of these more than I."
You give Flintbeard's autograph to Moxie.
Moxie gawks at the piece of paper placed in her hand, bringing it up to conceal most of her
expression as she peers over the edge of it. There is an uncertainty gnawing at their depths as she
surveys you.
Drystin crosses his arms and studies Moxie with uncertainty.
Moxie lowers the autograph and tilts her head down, pressing her lips into the center and sealing it
with an invisible kiss. She abruptly extends the paper out in your direction, eyes boring down with
a decided smile, "I'd rather have you."
Moxie gets down on one knee and, while holding forth Flintbeard's autograph, declares her eternal
love for you, and asks you to join her in the Rites of Unity. Type AGREE if you agree to this.
You joyfully accept Moxie's proposal of Unity, and her gift of Flintbeard's autograph.
(Illuminai): Saltz says, "Moxie is just doing the Moxie thing to do, often misinterpreted."
(Tells): Sir Iames Gallant, the Executioner tells you, "The one Illuminai beyond prayer, I swear."
Valingar: "How could a daughter of me, the most noble man in the south, be so heartless?"
(Tells): Haven Locke, Illuminai Khimaira tells you, "Be that as it may, I've also seen the strength in you. You can take care of yourself."
*************************************
YOUR HEALTH IS LOW NEWB
*************************************
A shining ring of flight carries you up into the skies.
Flying above Atop a floating promontory of glossy rock.
A shadowy haze absorbs light here, emanating through and around a singularity. Dawn rises upon a cloudless sky, the dim, reddish rays of the sun shining down
upon the land. A colossal swarm of ravenous eld blots out the sky here; numbering in the thousands, the swarm buzzes through the sky in a mind-numbing blur of
tiny crystalline forms. This area has been overgrown with a swathe of seething plantlife. The air ripples around the nearly imperceptible form of a fulcrum of
power floating here. The fury of a severe sandstorm makes itself known here. Crackling energy leaps from stone to stone, bathing the area in radiant heat and
light. An intense inferno radiates and consumes the surrounding space, the crackling heat a glimpse of Fire brought to Prime.
You see exits leading southeast, west, and northwest.
[SND] Balance: 2.00s.
Runelore- i mean, uh, glyphs...https://ada-young.com/pastebin/ejIzKgbX
| Total Kills: 1856 |
| |
+- Kills by Type ------------------------------------------------------------+
| Unstable: 1772 Hostile: 10 Assisted: 363 |
| |
+- Individual Rankings ------------------------------------------------------+
| 1st: Serrice (1465) 2nd: Czcibor (32) 3rd: Mazzion (29) |
| |
+- Organization Rankings ----------------------------------------------------+
| City: Duiran (1549) Guild: Sentinels (1479) |
| Class: Monk (1485) Order: Chakrasul (46) |
| |
+----------------------------------------------------------------------------+
GLORY
I chuckled before realizing I should actually be targeting him.
You divine the location of this death as A tribute room in the Temple of the Underking.
@Dhar ain't playing around.
5% willpower in the Duel.
"I'll just eat this red bull's eye, no problem!"
"Your lust for battle makes not even consider eating a red bull's eye!"
"Oh nooooooooo!"
Aeryx uses Bladefire Penance on you.
You see Aeryx take on a strange stance, a curved steel falx aimed at you.
There is a charged moment of tension, then he yells out. There is a weak flash of light as the
weapon lands and you feel your defences begin to weaken.
Health Lost: 381, magic, none
(Curing) Gained penance
(Curing) Hidden count is 0
Aeryx uses Bladefire Crescent (two-hand) on you.
(Rime) Not tracking Bladefire Crescent in Omni mode yet.
With a furious roar Aeryx swings falx towards you, erupting in a crescent of magical power that
screams through the air.
Your torso breaks from all the damage.
(Curing) Gained torso_damaged
(Curing) Hidden count is 0
Your torso has taken 28.00% damage.
The Penance imposed upon you has worn off.
(Curing) Cured penance
Health Lost: 1421, magic, magical
Aeryx uses Battlefury Doubleswing on you.
With a powerful jab, Aeryx gouges into you with a curved steel falx.
Health Lost: 692, cutting, brute
A brilliant flash of red light sears across a curved steel falx and you scream in agony as the blood
coating you boils.
Health Lost: 723, poison, none
With a fluid motion, Aeryx switches his grip on a curved steel falx.
With a powerful jab, Aeryx gouges into you with a curved steel falx.
Health Lost: 692, cutting, brute
A brilliant flash of red light sears across a curved steel falx and you scream in agony as the blood
coating you boils.
Health Lost: 795, poison, none
You are no longer stunned.
(Curing) Cured stun
You have been slain by Aeryx.
Seems legit.