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health what."
(Carnifex Combat Academy): You say, "Contains your daily recommended supplement of 'man
the unicorn up', yeah."
(Carnifex Combat Academy): Zhatu says, "I need some of that!"
Zhatu has been bludgeoned to death by Mihail, the vampiric warlord.
Haha, yeah you do.
the way she tells me I'm hers and she is mine
open hand or closed fist would be fine
blood as rare and sweet as cherry wine
Aishia waves her hand in a mystical, and vague sort of way, "The same thing happened to my fish. It seems like, they just... Die very... I don't know. Mysteriously!" She haraumphs, and grumps, "The bowls last much longer, being made of... glass." She says, as if this were a philosophical point. "I put something else in there after, it disappeared too. Ah yes, a cherry."
Aishia Celaeno, the Shrike says, "Maybe the fish is like a caterpillar, and it turns into some sort of creature and flies away, it is very difficult to guess, or say."
Nola's brow lifts as she gives Aishia a particularly questioning look, asking, "Are you sure that's what happened to your cherry?"
Aishia shrugs her shoulders, a few times, as if jostling something off of her back, her large wings rustling. "No. Not really. But it doesn't explain why there isn't rotten cherry in there."
Nola's brow dips into a frown as she asks, "Was it rotten to begin with?"
Aishia haughtily laughs that off, like some sort of inconceivable joke.
(Oasis): You say, "I can't tell if that comment is sexual or not."
(Oasis): Grimdale says, "^."
(Oasis): Akirash says, "^."
the way she tells me I'm hers and she is mine
open hand or closed fist would be fine
blood as rare and sweet as cherry wine
(Research): Hvitur says, "Moirean, busty?"
[5435(100%)|4446(100%)|0|100%|100%|100%|19%|R:94|Md:0%] [HMcsdb eb]
(Research): Hvitur says, "Busy*."
[5435(100%)|4446(100%)|0|100%|100%|100%|19%|R:94|Md:0%] [HMcsdb eb]
(Research): Moirean says, "Yes to first, yes to second."
[5435(100%)|4446(100%)|0|100%|100%|100%|19%|R:94|Md:0%] [HMcsdb eb]
(Research): Moirean says, "Your lucky day."
[5435(100%)|4446(100%)|0|100%|99%|100%|19%|R:94|Md:0%] [HMcsdb eb] (-15w)
(Research): Tarleich says, "I lol'd."
[5435(100%)|4446(100%)|0|100%|99%|100%|19%|R:94|Md:0%] [HMcsdb eb]
(Research): Hvitur says, "ZING. Haha."
[5435(100%)|4446(100%)|0|100%|99%|100%|19%|R:94|Md:0%] [HMcsdb eb]
Abhorash says, "Ve'kahi has proved that even bastards can earn their place."
You open the door to the down.
Among the casks. (Spinesreach.)
Radiating an aura of immense wealth, a massive pile of golden sovereigns is heaped upon the ground.
You see a single exit leading up (open pine door).
[HINT]: Some gold sovereigns has a quest you have yet to undertake!
Yes, yes they do. It's called GAMBLING.
Colours swirl and shift all about you in the void. Tiny flames circling its form, a miniature fire elemental spins slowly here. There are 74 reticulated planthoppers here. Distracted by youth, an adolescent warhound puppy snuffles curiously about.
Nope, not corpses. I have an infestation in my haven.
Politics
H:558 M:547 [c eb]
With a swift movement, Valingar strikes you with a bronze Second Epoch buckler,
the symbol of the Gods flaring as he attacks.
You have been slain by Valingar.
The Hall of the Underking.
Genocide says, "Looks like a terrible time."
You have emoted: "Well," Rashar says conversationally, reaching down into his pack and rummaging around. "Since this is about exciting as a case of the three week drip, I might as well get some shit done." Pulling random items from the container, he begins tossing them at Moirean.
*gives Moirean some chest items for city donation*
Moirean stares implacably at you.
(Web): Mazzion says, "OMG RASHAR."
(Web): Mazzion says, "DID YOU JUST RP IN OUR PK."
Why, yes I did, good sir. Welcome to Rasharville, where we qeb emotes in the middle of our combat.
tender and juicy. The steak has been given a rich, spicy glaze that combines the spiciness
of mustard, pepper and garlic with the tangy flavours of pomegranate and cider vinegar,
making for a sweet and hot sauce which coats the meat and which has been drizzled
generously on top. As a garnish, the plate has been scattered with some extra pomegranate
seeds.
It weighs about 9 pound(s).
It bears the distinctive mark of Conduit Eleanor Junakutz-Lionheart.
I still have non-decay fish.
"The smell of dusty fur, sweet smoke, waiting and patience, a thing that time cannot kill. The moth that candles won't burn."
(Research): Tarleich says, "Moirean, just want to thank you for making "You won! an elegant, high-class courtesan hands you 2500 gold sovereigns," possible."
(Research): You say, "DID YOU KNOW."
(Research): You say, "The vibration was the 5th home appliance to be electrified."
(Research): Tarleich says, "Vibrator*."
(Research): You say, "After the sewing machine, fan, tea kettle and toaster."
(Research): You say, "Vibrators > vacuum cleaner."
(Research): Tarleich says, "And I did. It's industry knowledge
(Research): You say, "I wonder what industry you work in O.o."
(Research): Tarleich says, "Yep."
The neck of Toz was snapped under the tremendous force of Toz's deadly axekick.