Drai: I remember Trikal: I have that room in my minor ylem finder Drai: where to get the stags Trikal: so I do it kinda regularly Drai: because in my Imap file Drai: the vnum is 1234 Trikal: lol
Hop back over to Aetolia to go get some stag horns to find this:
A Cairn Stone. (Eastern Ithmia.) (1234) Sunset falls, casting the clouds above in a shadowy array of darks and silvers and lending the sky a purplish cast. A weathered cairn stone stands solemnly in the center of the glade. There are 5 great white stags here. You see exits leading east, southeast, and southwest. H:4943 M:5734 E:23639 W:29400 B:100% Twilight [csdb eb] Soul: 100(Done.) Trikal uses Subterfuge Garrote on a great white stag. Trikal circles behind a great white stag with military precision, drawing a storming, light- crackling whip tight around its throat and applying pressure. Trikal has scored a CRITICAL hit! A great white stag gives a last, feeble gasp as its windpipe is crushed. Your vision distorts briefly, light scattering subtly as ylem energy diffuses into the surrounding atmosphere. A stag's horn tumbles out of the corpse of a great white stag. Having slain a great white stag, Trikal retrieves the corpse.
Trikal uses Subterfuge Garrote on a great white stag. Swaying drunkenly to the side, Trikal catches a storming, light-crackling whip around a great white stag's throat at the last second and yanks it sharply. Trikal has scored a CRITICAL hit! A great white stag gives a last, feeble gasp as its windpipe is crushed. Your vision distorts briefly, light scattering subtly as ylem energy diffuses into the surrounding atmosphere. Having slain a great white stag, Trikal retrieves the corpse.
You say, "You."
Trikal uses Subterfuge Garrote on a great white stag. Trikal circles behind a great white stag with military precision, drawing a storming, light- crackling whip tight around its throat and applying pressure. Trikal has scored a CRITICAL hit! A great white stag gives a last, feeble gasp as its windpipe is crushed. Your vision distorts briefly, light scattering subtly as ylem energy diffuses into the surrounding atmosphere. Having slain a great white stag, Trikal retrieves the corpse. With a deliberate motion, Trikal extends his gauntlet into the air, causing a ripple of distortion as the ylem energy surrounding you is harnessed. p gauntlet
You say, "Son of a."
You say, "Bitch."
Trikal uses Subterfuge Garrote on a great white stag. Swaying drunkenly to the side, Trikal catches a storming, light-crackling whip around a great white stag's throat at the last second and yanks it sharply. A great white stag gives a last, feeble gasp as its windpipe is crushed. Your vision distorts briefly, light scattering subtly as ylem energy diffuses into the surrounding atmosphere. A stag's horn tumbles out of the corpse of a great white stag. Having slain a great white stag, Trikal retrieves the corpse.
Trikal smirks.
Trikal uses Subterfuge Garrote on a great white stag. Trikal circles behind a great white stag with military precision, drawing a storming, light- crackling whip tight around its throat and applying pressure. Trikal has scored a CRITICAL hit! A great white stag gives a last, feeble gasp as its windpipe is crushed. Your vision distorts briefly, light scattering subtly as ylem energy diffuses into the surrounding atmosphere. A stag's horn tumbles out of the corpse of a great white stag. Having slain a great white stag, Trikal retrieves the corpse.
Trikal says, "Sup partner."
The corners of Trikal's mouth turn up as he grins mischievously.
Trikal says, "More to find."
Edit: THEN HE TOOK ALL THE PEARLSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
"You ever been divided by zero?" Nia asks you with a squint.
(@Teani has been asking about Bloodloch's prisons and talking about other prisons, Iselle asks why she's so interested in them)
Teani tells you, "And it's not just prisons that intrigue me. I've been exploring to update my atlas. I like to draw and it annoys me to pieces that it's not complete."
Your voice like the wind itself, you tell Teani, "Oh, that's perfectly reasonable. I was hoping your motivation would be a little bit more scandalous. Like you were making a guidebook for prison complexes, in hopes of tapping into the community of fetishists who enjoy getting locked up."
Your voice like the wind itself, you tell Teani, "You could give them all star ratings."
Your voice like the wind itself, you tell Teani, "It would make a killing."
Teani tells you, "There... is such a fetish? I didn't know! See, it's educating to speak to people from other cities."
Teani tells you, "Perhaps I should investigate fetishes instead, write up a guide book for that? See what differs from city to city?"
Your voice like the wind itself, you tell Teani, "Oh Gods."
(@Teani has been asking about Bloodloch's prisons and talking about other prisons, Iselle asks why she's so interested in them)
Teani tells you, "And it's not just prisons that intrigue me. I've been exploring to update my atlas. I like to draw and it annoys me to pieces that it's not complete."
Your voice like the wind itself, you tell Teani, "Oh, that's perfectly reasonable. I was hoping your motivation would be a little bit more scandalous. Like you were making a guidebook for prison complexes, in hopes of tapping into the community of fetishists who enjoy getting locked up."
Your voice like the wind itself, you tell Teani, "You could give them all star ratings."
Your voice like the wind itself, you tell Teani, "It would make a killing."
Teani tells you, "There... is such a fetish? I didn't know! See, it's educating to speak to people from other cities."
Teani tells you, "Perhaps I should investigate fetishes instead, write up a guide book for that? See what differs from city to city?"
Your voice like the wind itself, you tell Teani, "Oh Gods."
Teani tells you, "So, what gets you going?"
So is that why Iselle was insistent on what got Eocis going?
A horrid basilwyrm drags a single, jagged claw across your chest, peeling back your skin and giving birth to a gory wound. Health Lost: 1458, cutting, none You have been slain by a horrid basilwyrm. The corpse of a horrid basilwyrm falls out of your inventory. The corpse of a brawny glaive knight falls out of your inventory. The corpse of a shrieking grimshrill falls out of your inventory. The corpse of an ethereal construct falls out of your inventory. The corpse of an ethereal construct falls out of your inventory. The corpse of an ethereal construct falls out of your inventory. The corpse of an ethereal construct falls out of your inventory. The corpse of a horrid basilwyrm falls out of your inventory. The corpse of a horrid basilwyrm falls out of your inventory. The corpse of an ogre berserker falls out of your inventory. The corpse of a horrid basilwyrm falls out of your inventory. The corpse of a vicious horned garwhol falls out of your inventory. The corpse of an ogre berserker falls out of your inventory. The Hall of the Underking. This room has not been mapped.
There are no obvious exits.
You move forward toward the giant mirror, marveling at its size and perfectly flat, unmarred reflective surface. Strangely, you can see nothing reflected in the mirror, but it may be some trick of the light from this angle.
Ascending the polished, white stone steps of the dais, you draw closer to the grand mirror. The alabaster stone framing its glassy surface bears an array of incredibly intricate runic engraving, so intertwined that the entire surface of the stone could be one huge rune. As you move closer, you notice even finer details carved into the stone, almost impossibly tiny patterns decorating every space in the fine runework.
The rowdy notes of a drinking song, faint at first, then rising to the undisputed intensity of a Dwarf On A Mission, herald the arrival of Ironbeard the Magnanimous who casts his beam of a smile about himself as he arrives. Bowing deeply, and a bit unstably, Ironbeard the Magnanimous pronounces his blessing, "A gift for Kaleigh. Oh yes!" Ironbeard the Magnanimous just gave you a giftbag!
There is NO WHERE to hide from the great Ironbeard!! Laughed a little too much at this I think.
You read what is written on an elegant white letter: Keeper,
I noticed that you expressed an enjoyment of my thrall's poetry (@Velika). As such, I have commissioned her for a poem about you in particular. I hope you are suitably flattered by it.
She slinks, she glides, through air or tide, The marked stench drawn from her hide, Of rotten meats, of slick-gristle sweets, Holding court most dignified.
Beware her teeth, make note her ire, In graves, enslaved, a noxious pyre, Wriggling, burrowing, under sour skin, Do maggots dwell, what hell, their Sire!
Then frigid glance, where gems decline, Their starry shine dead feasts sublime, Stare not, want not, lest she eschew, And trace that breath down barren spine.
Oh liege! Blighted corpse of festering ooze, We glorify you eternal, our maggoted muse!
(Tells): Voice lilting on feathery wafts of air, Iselle tells you, "Did you enjoy that poem?"
(Tells): You tell Iselle, "Oh it made me feel like a woman."
(Tells): Voice lilting on feathery wafts of air, Iselle tells you, "Oh good. It was meant to be a flattering portrayal."
(Tells): You tell Iselle, "Oh it really was, she really captured my essence."
(Tells): Voice lilting on feathery wafts of air, Iselle tells you, "Hard to believe that she's not even more talented, at genius-level proficiency, you mean?"
@Cieth was talking about not being able to find many clothing options for men earlier, and then the discussion turned to vampires burning in the sun. I lol'd.
Cieth is quick to inform you, "I have no such enjoyment of pain, inflicted upon myself or another - should it be all the same, I will work to avoid burning." He wrinkles his nose and glances down, "...I'm sure the smell would take a great deal of effort to remove from my clothes, as well."
You have emoted: This seems to amuse Iselle, such that her fingers briefly find their way to her lips again. "Yes, monochrome though they may be, they deserve a better end than charring and burning."
Cieth scowls briefly, "That sounds a fitting end entirely, actually. Should I find something more appropriate with any haste." Again tugging on his jacket, he shifts on the bench and informs you, "The only clothing with color in this city comes with more lace stitched on it than fabric."
Not able to help herself, you say, "Not a connoisseur of frilly lace?"
Gravely, Cieth, Servant of Bahir'an says to you, "I find lace restrictive, unpleasant and entirely too easy to trip over."
With attempted solemness, you say, "Oh my. It sounds like you've had your share of experiences with it."
Cieth gives a mournful shake of his head, "Once is more than enough. And some of our citymates are selling gloves with enough lace to trip over - a miracle there isn't an epidemic in shattered arms."
I once decided that Bloodloch needed color long ago, and stocked my shop with a RAINBOW of pants. Though, not one to be overly dramatic in the naming, they were as follows: red pants, orange pants, yellow pants, green pants, pinstriped pants, tan pants, brown pants, and of course everyone's staple: black pants.
Syrinae picks up a bowl of crab stuffed noodles in cream sauce.
16:37:16 a battle-worn Ascendril takes one delicious stuffed pillow after another in her mouth, and before you know it the dish has been completely finished.
Comments
(Research): @Mariqueen says, "What name?"
(Research): Zsadist says, "Zjwolf...."
(Research): You say, "That's what I said when I saw "Zsadist"."
(Research): @Cariv says, "^^^^^."
(Research): Mariqueen says, "^."
(Research): Zsadist says, "**** you guys."
(Research): Cariv says, "I was like 'Really'"
(Research): Cariv says, "To this day I'm like '...really'"
Drai: I remember
Trikal: I have that room in my minor ylem finder
Drai: where to get the stags
Trikal: so I do it kinda regularly
Drai: because in my Imap file
Drai: the vnum is 1234
Trikal: lol
Hop back over to Aetolia to go get some stag horns to find this:
A Cairn Stone. (Eastern Ithmia.) (1234)
Sunset falls, casting the clouds above in a shadowy array of darks and silvers and lending the sky a
purplish cast. A weathered cairn stone stands solemnly in the center of the glade. There are 5 great
white stags here.
You see exits leading east, southeast, and southwest.
H:4943 M:5734 E:23639 W:29400 B:100% Twilight [csdb eb] Soul: 100(Done.)
Trikal uses Subterfuge Garrote on a great white stag.
Trikal circles behind a great white stag with military precision, drawing a storming, light-
crackling whip tight around its throat and applying pressure.
Trikal has scored a CRITICAL hit!
A great white stag gives a last, feeble gasp as its windpipe is crushed.
Your vision distorts briefly, light scattering subtly as ylem energy diffuses into the surrounding
atmosphere.
A stag's horn tumbles out of the corpse of a great white stag.
Having slain a great white stag, Trikal retrieves the corpse.
Trikal uses Subterfuge Garrote on a great white stag.
Swaying drunkenly to the side, Trikal catches a storming, light-crackling whip around a great white
stag's throat at the last second and yanks it sharply.
Trikal has scored a CRITICAL hit!
A great white stag gives a last, feeble gasp as its windpipe is crushed.
Your vision distorts briefly, light scattering subtly as ylem energy diffuses into the surrounding
atmosphere.
Having slain a great white stag, Trikal retrieves the corpse.
You say, "You."
Trikal uses Subterfuge Garrote on a great white stag.
Trikal circles behind a great white stag with military precision, drawing a storming, light-
crackling whip tight around its throat and applying pressure.
Trikal has scored a CRITICAL hit!
A great white stag gives a last, feeble gasp as its windpipe is crushed.
Your vision distorts briefly, light scattering subtly as ylem energy diffuses into the surrounding
atmosphere.
Having slain a great white stag, Trikal retrieves the corpse.
With a deliberate motion, Trikal extends his gauntlet into the air, causing a ripple of distortion
as the ylem energy surrounding you is harnessed.
p gauntlet
You say, "Son of a."
You say, "Bitch."
Trikal uses Subterfuge Garrote on a great white stag.
Swaying drunkenly to the side, Trikal catches a storming, light-crackling whip around a great white
stag's throat at the last second and yanks it sharply.
A great white stag gives a last, feeble gasp as its windpipe is crushed.
Your vision distorts briefly, light scattering subtly as ylem energy diffuses into the surrounding
atmosphere.
A stag's horn tumbles out of the corpse of a great white stag.
Having slain a great white stag, Trikal retrieves the corpse.
Trikal smirks.
Trikal uses Subterfuge Garrote on a great white stag.
Trikal circles behind a great white stag with military precision, drawing a storming, light-
crackling whip tight around its throat and applying pressure.
Trikal has scored a CRITICAL hit!
A great white stag gives a last, feeble gasp as its windpipe is crushed.
Your vision distorts briefly, light scattering subtly as ylem energy diffuses into the surrounding
atmosphere.
A stag's horn tumbles out of the corpse of a great white stag.
Having slain a great white stag, Trikal retrieves the corpse.
Trikal says, "Sup partner."
The corners of Trikal's mouth turn up as he grins mischievously.
Trikal says, "More to find."
Edit: THEN HE TOOK ALL THE PEARLSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
(@Teani has been asking about Bloodloch's prisons and talking about other prisons, Iselle asks why she's so interested in them)
Teani tells you, "And it's not just prisons that intrigue me. I've been exploring to update my atlas. I like to draw and it annoys me to pieces that it's not complete."
Your voice like the wind itself, you tell Teani, "Oh, that's perfectly reasonable. I was hoping your motivation would be a little bit more scandalous. Like you were making a guidebook for prison complexes, in hopes of tapping into the community of fetishists who enjoy getting locked up."
Your voice like the wind itself, you tell Teani, "You could give them all star ratings."
Your voice like the wind itself, you tell Teani, "It would make a killing."
Teani tells you, "There... is such a fetish? I didn't know! See, it's educating to speak to people from other cities."
Teani tells you, "Perhaps I should investigate fetishes instead, write up a guide book for that? See what differs from city to city?"
Your voice like the wind itself, you tell Teani, "Oh Gods."
Teani tells you, "So, what gets you going?"
----
You tell Yeras, "(( Luke. ))"
You tell Yeras, "(( Come to do the darkside ))"
Yeras's thoughts fill your head, "((Shut up who are you."
Yeras's thoughts fill your head, "((>_> STOP TRYING TO SEDUCE ME TO EVIL."
You tell Yeras, "(( You just told me to shut up. I'm conflicted. Should I tell you? ))"
You tell Yeras, "(( lol ))"
Yeras's thoughts fill your head, "((I mean, you can try to seduce me, but not to the evil
side."
You tell Yeras, "(( rofl ))"
You tell Yeras, "(( The daaaarksssiiidddeeee, Luuuukkeee ))"
You tell Yeras, "(( The force is strong with you. YOU WILL NOT RESIST ))"
Yeras's thoughts fill your head, "((D:."
You tell Yeras, "(( Yeeess, yeeeesssss - very good ))"
You tell Yeras, "(( You feel it, don't you? ))"
Yeras's thoughts fill your head, "(( are you hitting on me?"
You tell Yeras, "(( I don't think Zarni would like that ))"
Yeras's thoughts fill your head, "(( touch my butt."
Yeras's thoughts fill your head, "((you know you wanna."
Yeras's thoughts fill your head, "((it's reallly boney."
You tell Yeras, "(( Annnnnnd, we're done. I think the [dark side of the] force is good without you ))"
You tell Yeras, "(( ))"
Yeras's thoughts fill your head, "((HEHEH."
(Spinesreach): Xiuhcoatl says, "Oh man, grab the children-corn. This is gonna be good."
your skin and giving birth to a gory wound.
Health Lost: 1458, cutting, none
You have been slain by a horrid basilwyrm.
The corpse of a horrid basilwyrm falls out of your inventory.
The corpse of a brawny glaive knight falls out of your inventory.
The corpse of a shrieking grimshrill falls out of your inventory.
The corpse of an ethereal construct falls out of your inventory.
The corpse of an ethereal construct falls out of your inventory.
The corpse of an ethereal construct falls out of your inventory.
The corpse of an ethereal construct falls out of your inventory.
The corpse of a horrid basilwyrm falls out of your inventory.
The corpse of a horrid basilwyrm falls out of your inventory.
The corpse of an ogre berserker falls out of your inventory.
The corpse of a horrid basilwyrm falls out of your inventory.
The corpse of a vicious horned garwhol falls out of your inventory.
The corpse of an ogre berserker falls out of your inventory.
The Hall of the Underking.
This room has not been mapped.
There are no obvious exits.
You move forward toward the giant mirror, marveling at its size and perfectly
flat, unmarred reflective surface. Strangely, you can see nothing reflected in
the mirror, but it may be some trick of the light from this angle.
Ascending the polished, white stone steps of the dais, you draw closer to the
grand mirror. The alabaster stone framing its glassy surface bears an array of
incredibly intricate runic engraving, so intertwined that the entire surface of
the stone could be one huge rune. As you move closer, you notice even finer
details carved into the stone, almost impossibly tiny patterns decorating every
space in the fine runework.
The rowdy notes of a drinking song, faint at first, then rising to the
undisputed intensity of a Dwarf On A Mission, herald the arrival of Ironbeard
the Magnanimous who casts his beam of a smile about himself as he arrives.
Bowing deeply, and a bit unstably, Ironbeard the Magnanimous pronounces his
blessing, "A gift for Kaleigh. Oh yes!"
Ironbeard the Magnanimous just gave you a giftbag!
There is NO WHERE to hide from the great Ironbeard!!
Laughed a little too much at this I think.
Context is overrated.
(Web): Cariv says, "Any room without a special exit might as well be described as "It's a room.""
(Enorian): You say, "......Pardon?"
They were assisted by: Isande, Camile, Yero, Rasani.
You divine the location of this death as Well-outfitted cave in an unstable section of Rebels' Ridge.
(10786) Located within (Rebels' Ridge.)
H:5228 M:6016 E:101% W:73% B:38000 (100%) | B:0 Night [csdb eb] Soul: 100%
(Web): Ezalor says, "Camile is dead, next target!"
H:5228 M:6016 E:101% W:73% B:38000 (100%) | B:0 Night [csdb eb] Soul: 100%
(Web): Fezzix says, "Afflicting camile : kalmia, curare."
H:5228 M:6016 E:101% W:73% B:38000 (100%) | B:0 Night [csdb eb] Soul: 100%
(Web): Trikal says, "Woot! Congrats Chalin, you're now level 2!!"
H:5228 M:6016 E:101% W:73% B:38000 (100%) | B:0 Night [csdb eb] Soul: 100%
(Web): Trikal says, "Woot! Congrats Chalin, you're now level 3!!"
H:5228 M:6016 E:101% W:73% B:38000 (100%) | B:0 Night [csdb eb] Soul: 100%
(Web): Trikal says, "Woot! Congrats Chalin, you're now level 4!!"
H:5228 M:6016 E:101% W:73% B:38000 (100%) | B:0 Night [csdb eb] Soul: 100%
(Web): Trikal says, "Woot! Congrats Chalin, you're now level 5!!"
H:5228 M:6016 E:101% W:73% B:38000 (100%) | B:0 Night [csdb eb] Soul: 100%
(Web): Trikal says, "Woot! Congrats Chalin, you're now level 6!!"
H:5228 M:6016 E:101% W:73% B:38000 (100%) | B:0 Night [csdb eb] Soul: 100%
(Web): Trikal says, "Woot! Congrats Chalin, you're now level 7!!"
H:5228 M:6016 E:101% W:73% B:38000 (100%) | B:0 Night [csdb eb] Soul: 100%
(Web): Trikal says, "Woot! Congrats Chalin, you're now level 8!!"
H:5228 M:6016 E:101% W:73% B:38000 (100%) | B:0 Night [csdb eb] Soul: 100%
(Web): Trikal says, "Woot! Congrats Chalin, you're now level 9!!"
H:5228 M:6016 E:101% W:73% B:38000 (100%) | B:0 Night [csdb eb] Soul: 100%
(Web): Trikal says, "Woot! Congrats Chalin, you're now level 10!!"
H:5228 M:6016 E:101% W:73% B:38000 (100%) | B:0 Night [csdb eb] Soul: 100%
(Web): Trikal says, "Woot! Congrats Chalin, you're now level 11!!"
H:5228 M:6016 E:101% W:73% B:38000 (100%) | B:0 Night [csdb eb] Soul: 100%
(Web): Trikal says, "Woot! Congrats Chalin, you're now level 12!!"
H:5228 M:6016 E:101% W:73% B:38000 (100%) | B:0 Night [csdb eb] Soul: 100%
(Web): Trikal says, "Woot! Congrats Chalin, you're now level 13!!"
H:5228 M:6016 E:101% W:73% B:38000 (100%) | B:0 Night [csdb eb] Soul: 100%
(Web): Trikal says, "Woot! Congrats Chalin, you're now level 14!!"
H:5228 M:6016 E:101% W:73% B:38000 (100%) | B:0 Night [csdb eb] Soul: 100%
(Web): Trikal says, "Woot! Congrats Chalin, you're now level 15!!"
H:5228 M:6016 E:101% W:73% B:38000 (100%) | B:0 Night [csdb eb] Soul: 100%
(Web): Trikal says, "Woot! Congrats Chalin, you're now level 16!!"
H:5228 M:6016 E:101% W:73% B:38000 (100%) | B:0 Night [csdb eb] Soul: 100%
(Web): Trikal says, "Woot! Congrats Chalin, you're now level 17!!"
H:5228 M:6016 E:101% W:73% B:38000 (100%) | B:0 Night [csdb eb] Soul: 100%
(Web): Ezalor says, "Target: Rasani."
H:5228 M:6016 E:101% W:73% B:38000 (100%) | B:0 Night [csdb eb] Soul: 100%
(Web): Trikal says, "Woot! Congrats Chalin, you're now level 18!!"
H:5228 M:6016 E:101% W:73% B:38000 (100%) | B:0 Night [csdb eb] Soul: 100%
(Web): Trikal says, "Woot! Congrats Chalin, you're now level 19!!"
H:5228 M:6016 E:101% W:73% B:38000 (100%) | B:0 Night [csdb eb] Soul: 100%
(Web): Trikal says, "Woot! Congrats Chalin, you're now level 20!!"
H:5228 M:6016 E:101% W:73% B:38000 (100%) | B:0 Night [csdb eb] Soul: 100%
(Web): Trikal says, "Woot! Congrats Chalin, you're now level 21!!"
H:5228 M:6016 E:101% W:73% B:38000 (100%) | B:0 Night [csdb eb] Soul: 100%
(Web): Trikal says, "Woot! Congrats Chalin, you're now level 22!!"
H:5228 M:6016 E:101% W:73% B:38000 (100%) | B:0 Night [csdb eb] Soul: 100%
(Web): Trikal says, "Woot! Congrats Chalin, you're now level 23!!"
H:5228 M:6016 E:101% W:73% B:38000 (100%) | B:0 Night [csdb eb] Soul: 100%
(Web): Trikal says, "Woot! Congrats Chalin, you're now level 24!!"
H:5228 M:6016 E:101% W:73% B:38000 (100%) | B:0 Night [csdb eb] Soul: 100%
(Web): Trikal says, "Woot! Congrats Chalin, you're now level 25!!"
H:5228 M:6016 E:101% W:73% B:38000 (100%) | B:0 Night [csdb eb] Soul: 100%
(Web): Trikal says, "Woot! Congrats Chalin, you're now level 26!!"
H:5228 M:6016 E:101% W:73% B:38000 (100%) | B:0 Night [csdb eb] Soul: 100%
(Web): Trikal says, "Woot! Congrats Chalin, you're now level 27!!"
H:5228 M:6016 E:101% W:73% B:38000 (100%) | B:0 Night [csdb eb] Soul: 100%
(Web): Trikal says, "Woot! Congrats Chalin, you're now level 28!!"
H:5228 M:6016 E:101% W:73% B:38000 (100%) | B:0 Night [csdb eb] Soul: 100%
(Web): Trikal says, "Woot! Congrats Chalin, you're now level 29!!"
H:5228 M:6016 E:101% W:73% B:38000 (100%) | B:0 Night [csdb eb] Soul: 100%
(Web): Trikal says, "Woot! Congrats Chalin, you're now level 30!!"
H:5228 M:6016 E:101% W:73% B:38000 (100%) | B:0 Night [csdb eb] Soul: 100%
(Web): Trikal says, "Woot! Congrats Chalin, you're now level 31!!"
H:5228 M:6016 E:101% W:73% B:38000 (100%) | B:0 Night [csdb eb] Soul: 100%
(Web): Trikal says, "Woot! Congrats Chalin, you're now level 32!!"
H:5228 M:6016 E:101% W:73% B:38000 (100%) | B:0 Night [csdb eb] Soul: 100%
(Web): Trikal says, "Woot! Congrats Chalin, you're now level 33!!"
H:5228 M:6016 E:101% W:73% B:38000 (100%) | B:0 Night [csdb eb] Soul: 100%
(Web): Trikal says, "Woot! Congrats Chalin, you're now level 34!!"
H:5228 M:6016 E:101% W:73% B:38000 (100%) | B:0 Night [csdb eb] Soul: 100%
(Web): Fezzix says, "Afflicting camile : kalmia, curare."
H:5228 M:6016 E:101% W:73% B:38000 (100%) | B:0 Night [csdb eb] Soul: 100%
(Web): Trikal says, "Woot! Congrats Chalin, you're now level 35!!"
H:5228 M:6016 E:101% W:73% B:38000 (100%) | B:0 Night [csdb eb] Soul: 100%
(Web): Trikal says, "Woot! Congrats Chalin, you're now level 36!!"
H:5228 M:6016 E:101% W:73% B:38000 (100%) | B:0 Night [csdb eb] Soul: 100%
(Web): Trikal says, "Woot! Congrats Chalin, you're now level 37!!"
H:5228 M:6016 E:101% W:73% B:38000 (100%) | B:0 Night [csdb eb] Soul: 100%
(Web): Trikal says, "Woot! Congrats Chalin, you're now level 38!!"
H:5228 M:6016 E:101% W:73% B:38000 (100%) | B:0 Night [csdb eb] Soul: 100%
(Web): Fezzix says, "Afflicting camile : kalmia, curare."
H:5228 M:6016 E:101% W:73% B:38000 (100%) | B:0 Night [csdb eb] Soul: 100%
(Web): Trikal says, "Woot! Congrats Chalin, you're now level 39!!"
H:5228 M:6016 E:101% W:73% B:38000 (100%) | B:0 Night [csdb eb] Soul: 100%
(Web): Trikal says, "Woot! Congrats Chalin, you're now level 40!!"
H:5228 M:6016 E:101% W:73% B:38000 (100%) | B:0 Night [csdb eb] Soul: 100%
(Web): Trikal says, "Woot! Congrats Chalin, you're now level 41!!"
H:5228 M:6016 E:101% W:73% B:38000 (100%) | B:0 Night [csdb eb] Soul: 100%
(Web): Trikal says, "Woot! Congrats Chalin, you're now level 42!!"
H:5228 M:6016 E:101% W:73% B:38000 (100%) | B:0 Night [csdb eb] Soul: 100%
(Web): Trikal says, "Woot! Congrats Chalin, you're now level 43!!"
H:5228 M:6016 E:101% W:73% B:38000 (100%) | B:0 Night [csdb eb] Soul: 100%
(Web): Trikal says, "Woot! Congrats Chalin, you're now level 44!!"
H:5228 M:6016 E:101% W:73% B:38000 (100%) | B:0 Night [csdb eb] Soul: 100%
(Web): Trikal says, "Woot! Congrats Chalin, you're now level 45!!"
H:5228 M:6016 E:101% W:73% B:38000 (100%) | B:0 Night [csdb eb] Soul: 100%
(Web): Trikal says, "Woot! Congrats Chalin, you're now level 46!!"
H:5228 M:6016 E:101% W:73% B:38000 (100%) | B:0 Night [csdb eb] Soul: 100%
(Web): Trikal says, "Woot! Congrats Chalin, you're now level 47!!"
H:5228 M:6016 E:101% W:73% B:38000 (100%) | B:0 Night [csdb eb] Soul: 100%
(Web): Trikal says, "Woot! Congrats Chalin, you're now level 48!!"
H:5228 M:6016 E:101% W:73% B:38000 (100%) | B:0 Night [csdb eb] Soul: 100%
(Web): Trikal says, "Woot! Congrats Chalin, you're now level 49!!"
H:5228 M:6016 E:101% W:73% B:38000 (100%) | B:0 Night [csdb eb] Soul: 100%
(Web): Fezzix says, "Afflicting camile : kalmia, curare."
H:5228 M:6016 E:101% W:73% B:38000 (100%) | B:0 Night [csdb eb] Soul: 100%
(Web): Trikal says, "Woot! Congrats Chalin, you're now level 50!!"
H:5228 M:6016 E:101% W:73% B:38000 (100%) | B:0 Night [csdb eb] Soul: 100%
(Web): Trikal says, "Woot! Congrats Chalin, you're now level 51!!"
H:5228 M:6016 E:101% W:73% B:38000 (100%) | B:0 Night [csdb eb] Soul: 100%
(Web): Trikal says, "Woot! Congrats Chalin, you're now level 52!!"
H:5228 M:6016 E:101% W:73% B:38000 (100%) | B:0 Night [csdb eb] Soul: 100%
(Web): Trikal says, "Woot! Congrats Chalin, you're now level 53!!"
It's both.
Cute-Kelli by @Sessizlik.
Newbie: There's just so much reading to do.
Me: You'll get used to it.
Trikal: Yeah it's only that way once you first start playing.
Me: Eventually you'll just look for key words, and your eyes will just recognize certain clusters of text.
Trikal: You don't read your prompt every time it comes up, do you?
(Web): Ezalor says, "Polygamy would create a whole new minigame for me."
(Web): Trikal says, "Heh."
(Web): Ezalor says, "Gotta get the most wives."
(Web): Ezalor says, "Catch em all."
(Web): You say, "Maybe you have to pay money to get more spouses."
(Web): You say, "Goldsink!"
(Web): Chalin says, "Boom."
(Web): Chalin says, "Every new spouse."
(Web): You say, "Fixed the economy."
(Web): Chalin says, "Costs like 5x more than last."
(Web): You say, "Lmao."
(Web): Trikal says, "Like class slots."
(Web): Trikal says, "100k for first one."
(Web): Trikal says, "200k for second."
(Web): Chalin says, "So it jacks you for your 99th wife it'd be like 10k credits."
(Web): Trikal says, "300k for third."
(Web): Chalin says, "That'd be problem solved."
Keeper,
I noticed that you expressed an enjoyment of my thrall's poetry (@Velika). As such, I have commissioned her
for a poem about you in particular. I hope you are suitably flattered by it.
- @Iselle
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She slinks, she glides, through air or tide,
The marked stench drawn from her hide,
Of rotten meats, of slick-gristle sweets,
Holding court most dignified.
Beware her teeth, make note her ire,
In graves, enslaved, a noxious pyre,
Wriggling, burrowing, under sour skin,
Do maggots dwell, what hell, their Sire!
Then frigid glance, where gems decline,
Their starry shine dead feasts sublime,
Stare not, want not, lest she eschew,
And trace that breath down barren spine.
Oh liege! Blighted corpse of festering ooze,
We glorify you eternal, our maggoted muse!
(Tells): Voice lilting on feathery wafts of air, Iselle tells you, "Did you enjoy that poem?"
(Tells): You tell Iselle, "Oh it made me feel like a woman."
(Tells): Voice lilting on feathery wafts of air, Iselle tells you, "Oh good. It was meant to be a
flattering portrayal."
(Tells): You tell Iselle, "Oh it really was, she really captured my essence."
(Tells): Voice lilting on feathery wafts of air, Iselle tells you, "Hard to believe that she's not
even more talented, at genius-level proficiency, you mean?"
You missed this part before the last tell: Asaraii tells you, "She truly is talented, hard to believe she's your Childe."
And also gonna add this, because the game crashing right after made me laugh. Aetolia can't handle poetry!
(Imperial Dominion): Abhorash says, "How is the night treating you all?"
(Imperial Dominion): Asaraii says, "I've received some commissioned poetry, Primus, and it's quite gone to my head."
(Imperial Dominion): Infin says, "As well as always, and yourself Primus?"
(Imperial Dominion): Abhorash says, "Well enough. The word 'poetry' is making Me shudder a bit, but that's fairly typical of many things."
(Imperial Dominion): You say, "On a completely unrelated note, I've commissioned some poetry, and have been pleased by the recipient's reaction."
Cieth is quick to inform you, "I have no such enjoyment of pain, inflicted upon myself or another - should it be all the same, I will work to avoid burning." He wrinkles his nose and glances down, "...I'm sure the smell would take a great deal of effort to remove from my clothes, as well."
You have emoted: This seems to amuse Iselle, such that her fingers briefly find their way to her lips again. "Yes, monochrome though they may be, they deserve a better end than charring and burning."
Cieth scowls briefly, "That sounds a fitting end entirely, actually. Should I find something more appropriate with any haste." Again tugging on his jacket, he shifts on the bench and informs you, "The only clothing with color in this city comes with more lace stitched on it than fabric."
Not able to help herself, you say, "Not a connoisseur of frilly lace?"
Gravely, Cieth, Servant of Bahir'an says to you, "I find lace restrictive, unpleasant and entirely too easy to trip over."
With attempted solemness, you say, "Oh my. It sounds like you've had your share of experiences with it."
Cieth gives a mournful shake of his head, "Once is more than enough. And some of our citymates are selling gloves with enough lace to trip over - a miracle there isn't an epidemic in shattered arms."
ENORIAN NEWS #4486
Date: 2/3/2016 at 0:16
From: Kayalenki fio Kelsys
To : Everyone
Subj: A brief addendum
Penned by my hand on Quensday, the 1st of Niuran, in the year 456 MA.
"The smell of dusty fur, sweet smoke, waiting and patience, a thing that time cannot kill. The moth that candles won't burn."
That's not a mistell, have you met @Serrice?