Quotes & Misquotes: Falling Off of Bridges

Moirean

The Inner Gate of Spinesreach. (road) (Spinesreach.)
A black marble pedestal has been knocked over, cracking the bowl that once rested upon it. The Inner Gate of Spinesreach looms high overhead here. A Syssin Inquisitor waits nearby, blending in with his surroundings. Hands folded in the sleeves of his dark, voluminous robes, a cabalist stands ready to guard his city. Quiet and unmoving as stone, a lupine Atabahi stands guard here. A veranda has been constructed here, providing welcome shade to those in need of it. A conscripted Spirean soldier coldly scans the area for threats. A shattered violet eld lies on the ground, the air around it still. A Sciomancer of the Spires stands here, his hands resting on a black voidstaff. A wooden chest is here, carved to mimic the Spires of Spinesreach. A division of Spirean military police loiters here, surveiling the city streets. Heavy barricades of stone and wood have been constructed here, flying the flag of the Republic of Spinesreach. A sign of protest has been nailed into the ground here, displaying its message for all to see. An obsidian eye sigil is here. A bin of glossy obsidian is here, serpentine figures encircling it protectively. Dark fur stretched tightly over sinewy muscles, this giant wolf snarls at those who walk too close. Eugenides is here. Aren is here, shrouded. Ishin is here, hidden. He wields a sinister dirk of black and gold in his left hand and a spiked kite shield in his right. Faerah is here, hidden. She wields an iron-tipped whip in her left hand and a jewel-encrusted buckler in her right. Olethea is here, hidden. She wields a lit dark cigar in her right hand. Hanging in the air are the following words, "Absolutely no PDA at the Inner Gates."
You see exits leading north, southeast, and down.

(Spinesreach): Teani says, "Um, does anyone know what PDA stands for?"

(Spinesreach): Canasius says, "Potential deadly animal?"

(Spinesreach): You say, "Partially Dissected Anatomy?"

(Spinesreach): Cailas says, "Professional Dandy's Alliance?"

(Spinesreach): You say, "Parker's Deadly Army!"

(Spinesreach): Pypo says, "Personal desk assistant, I believe someone who sits around doing their nails, listening to people complain."

(Spinesreach): Olethea says, "Perpetually Dreading Analysis."

(Spinesreach): You say, "Popped Device for Antagonism. Lesser. Nuunva."

(Spinesreach): You say, "Potential Death Approaching - join the battle!"

(Spinesreach): Teani says, "Well, apparently it should not exist at the Inner Gates."

(Spinesreach): Teani says, "According to... whomever wrote these words."

Moirean

The sky ripples a turbulent red as the crackling voice of Keroc calls forth, "After a lengthy stand off and a bit of nosepicking, we have a victor! Congratulations Moirean!"

You shout, "I picked no noses."

A sharp clash of violent red energy streaks into the air, molding together to create the form of Keroc.

Keroc falls over dramatically.

Keroc says, "Kept me waiting for days."

Raising your hand in greeting, you say "Hi!"

Keroc says, "Now let's see, what do we have for prizes here..."

Keroc says, "You can have one these..."

Keroc gives a round flashbang to you.

You sniff a round flashbang, trying to decipher just what that smell emanating from it is.

Keroc gives a rainbow bomb to you.

Keroc says, "One of those."

You emit a sudden and excited, "Ooh!"

Keroc gives a slow bomb to you.

Keroc says, "And one of those."

Slooooowly, you say, "Ooooooh."

Keroc says, "And because I feel generous."

Keroc gives a cryptic chest to you.

"Wow!" you exclaim in surprise.

Keroc says, "One of those."

You give Keroc a tight hug.

You say, "You're my favorite person now."

You say, "Can I open it?"

You bounce up and down with hyper excitement.

Keroc says, "I was always your favourite, don't play coy."

Keroc says, "Sure!"

You open a cryptic chest.
A brilliant flash of light appears from within a cryptic chest!

Thick bands of dark black steel bind the boards of this solid ebony chest into place, the rivets sealing the metal to the wood emblazoned with runic symbols that are the mirror image of those on the polished metal hinges. A simple warded lock on the front of the chest glimmers with a faint light that radiates from within.
It has 0 months of usefulness left.
It will decay regardless of where it's stored.
It is strangely weightless.
A cryptic chest is holding:
"gold60766" a stack of 6 gold bars
"leather66123" a stack of 6 strips of leather
"gold66750" a stack of 6 gold bars
"gold67387" a stack of 6 gold bars
"grimstim71059" a grimstim pill
"chalice76518" a silver chalice
It is holding 6 objects.

You say, "Perfect for great hunt."

You swing your arm up and high-five Keroc enthusiastically.

You throw up your hands and cheer wildly for a battered iron cup!

You say, "..."

You say, "Wrong chalice."

Keroc says, "I was about to say, our prizes have changed a bit..."

You say, "It's the Spirean version."

Keroc's eyes sparkle with amusement.

Moirean

So I made a typo when running my script to give out points to Carnifex...

(Carnifex): You say, "Project 1473 updated. Let me know if I've missed any souls you are due."

Neron tells you, "((Think theres a typo above my name. Who's Nerdon :P))"

You tell Neron, "Postulant. Your name has been reassigned as part of Carnifex training protocol. You are now to be known as Nerdon. Please commence namechange."

Neron tells you, "((Ser Nerdon, the Nerd))"

Carlinas

You greet Kerr'ach, the Lich with a sincere smile.
Kerr'ach, the Lich looks briefly at you, cold hatred burning apparent in his
manner, despite his lack of eyes. He looks back to his work, muttering quietly.
Kerr'ach, the Lich says, "Unless you're the Deep Dweller, I haven't the time to
spare on you."

You charge forward, hacking Kerr'ach, the Lich asunder with a solemn, keen-edged
bastard sword.
With a fluid motion, you switch your grip on a solemn, keen-edged bastard sword
and bring it swinging around once more.
You assault Kerr'ach, the Lich, skewering him with a solemn, keen-edged bastard
sword.
You have scored a CRUSHING CRITICAL hit!
Kerr'ach, the Lich falls to the ground and begins to tremble and shake
violently, bits of bone and dry skin flaking off of his frame as the tremors
wrack his frail looking body. After a moment, nothing remains of the Lich but a
pile of fine white powder.
The final blow proves too much for Kerr'ach, the Lich, who expires, pitifully.
A spool of silver thread tumbles out of the corpse of Kerr'ach, the Lich.
Having slain Kerr'ach, the Lich, you retrieve the corpse.
As Kerr'ach, the Lich falls, your aura bestows redemption upon him.

YOU WILL MAKE TIME LICH SCUM.

Moirean

...Why would you kill a quest turnin mob...

Toz

I kill quest turnim mobs if people beat me to the bashing because I am literally Hitler.

Teani

@Moirean: Maybe because he can be turned in to a different mob?

Moirean

The Lich can be turned in elsewhere? Bad/frustrating quest design, then.

Omei

It is definitely a policy, going forward, that quests won't work this way.

Carlinas

TBH, I didn't know it was a quest turn-in mob. Carlinas is a Templar, he's a Lich. It was just math.

Teani

In Torturer's Caverns there are two separate quest lines, one for lifers and one for darkies. They both involve the same people, so if a darkie goes there to do their quest, the lifer can't do theirs and vice versa.

Sarita

This thread isn't all about Moirean and Trager! Have an @Aarbrok.

(The Crafting Guild of Sapience): Aarbrok says, "Sometimes I just wanna make Aarbrok into some sort of walking minstrel, sexchange and go full diva Mariah Carey. Because basically, being a fucking icon...is kind of secretly a gay mans dream."

Jensen

The number of unicorns words that fit that statement make me chuckle in my hotel alone like a psychopath

Moirean

This one in color (mostly because I'm too lazy to edit it all):

http://nogfx.org/logs/1809

Moirean

Piper has transferred ownership of design #5477 to the Carnifex.

(Spirean Hunters): You say, "Lol why do the carnis get the bacon-scented candle."

(Spirean Hunters): Akaryuterra says, "Because they are Carni-vorous."

Piper

Cabalists got the number shield. Carnifex get the bacon candle. It makes sense.

Aarbrok

OMG I love the number shield....

Xenia

Moirean said:

Piper has transferred ownership of design #5477 to the Carnifex.

(Spirean Hunters): You say, "Lol why do the carnis get the bacon-scented candle."

(Spirean Hunters): Akaryuterra says, "Because they are Carni-vorous."

Carnifex be needing more hound training tools. DUH

Moirean

Lyl tells you, "Evening, Chair Imp Commander. Seeking to request your candor in the matter of a sin of my favorite Syssin."

You tell Lyl, "Sure."

Lyl tells you, "He has tried to kill Ingram, enemied for effort - wham. But who hasn't tried that crime, here and there, from time to time."

Lyl tells you, "So, to make this short and sweet, can that charge be null and beat? Mayhaps a ten thousand fine and an alcohol-filled stein?"

You tell Lyl, "Who are we talking about?"

Lyl tells you, "Ah, the name, of course, is Haven. He is neither dumb nor craven, he has joined our side. To ally him please decide!"

You tell Lyl, "I'd consider it, I would, I swear, except raid he did, from here to there."

You tell Lyl, "More than a simply sorry we need, he'll need to ask, and be sure to say please."

Lyl tells you, "How many Ingram's corpses could he have possibly freed? Ingram is fast, and can certainly flee."

You tell Lyl, "The Warden, he has a scheme, though... Lock Haven Locke up...and then he'll be good to go!"

Lyl tells you, "You know what? That sounds good, I'll set this up, you know I would. A Warden, check, and, as we talk, I'll capture him with garrotelock."

You tell Lyl, "Jensen will want the kill himself, he's a greedy fat Yeleni elf."

Lyl tells you, "No one likes Yeleni, or their bliss. But Jensen can duel me for this."

You tell Lyl, "Your request I'll send on to Jensen, though I must reiterate it's up to him. He may insist the Locke be locked, in cell or gallows or city stocks."

Lyl tells you, "But truly, he is way too fat. I doubt he'll even take the bet. Do let me know what he thinks, and I shall send you thank-you drinks."

You tell Lyl, "I'm a Spirean, woman, the drinks are on me! And, Pit, let's have them, regardless of what the other two decree."

Lyl tells you, "Agreed! Either way, someone will get locked. And Spirean liquor can never be knocked."

Haven

I earned that status! Don't take it from me!

Ashmer

Xenia said:

Moirean said:

Piper has transferred ownership of design #5477 to the Carnifex.

(Spirean Hunters): You say, "Lol why do the carnis get the bacon-scented candle."

(Spirean Hunters): Akaryuterra says, "Because they are Carni-vorous."

Carnifex be needing more hound training tools. DUH

What part of BACON CANDLE didn't you hear, @Xenia?

Moirean

Volka tells you, "Unicornsing -donkeys=."

I'd give context but there absolutely was none. That was the only tell she sent.

Iosyne

(Enorian): Catty says, "Why is Iosyne an aide to Security?"

Phendegwen has removed you as aide to the office of the Lord Protector.

Daskalos

Artifice.

Setne

Iosyne: Unsecuring borders, one org at a time.

Moirean

Garzo, a chef's assistant says to Eleanor, "I've got my eye on Moirean's dish! Her past experience with the competition is shining through."

Eleanor nods again. "She's got style, that buffalo burger she won with was something really special."

Felix, the Gourmand waggles his mustache gleefully. "And if there's one thing she knows how to work, it's a tongue!"

*shakefist Felix*

Ashmer

Serrice tells you, "/ /me lovingly whispers into your ear, her breath hot against your skin, "Trip impale.""

You tell Serrice, "(( /me shudder."

Solaria

Sarita tells you,
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You tell Sarita, "(( wtf ))"

Sarita tells you, "(Cat on keyboard.)"

Moirean

(Web): You say, "It's red again RL. I darkened it a bit to a very dark brown red, but it's faded."

(Web): Yettave says, "Dp red."

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

(Web): Yettave says, "Dr pepper."

(Web): You say, "Ahhh lol."

(Web): Yettave says, "Lol."

(Web): Yettave says, "Figured i had to clarify."

(Web): You say, "Dp uhh."

(Web): You say, "Dr pepper isn't the first thing I think of when I hear dp."

(Web): Yettave says, "Was going to have you ponder on that for awhile."

Moirean

Iosyne, the Malevolent says, "I must handle some... loose ends."

Iosyne warps out of perception, Her monstrous form separating into inky threads of shadow which slither away in different directions.

You see the following people here:
A cloaked figure (Riluo), Moirean, Ezalor, Mazzion, Mazzion, Ezalor

You say, in Imp, "Bye!"
Placing a bone stepladder on the ground, you quickly scramble up it - upon reaching the top, a cloud of smoke erupts and you find yourself, for once, taller than everyone.

(Web): Ezalor says, "Lol."

(Web): Ezalor says, "Not a single person walked out of that room."

(Web): Ezalor says, "We all winsged."

(Web): Ezalor says, "#Iosyneartiwhores."