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.... oops.
(Web): Rijetta says, "Oh huh i cant sit on em either."
Your pose is now set as:
Bulrok is here, sitting on a stool.
(Web): Vasilissa says, "I'll just pretend I'm sitting on a stool :P."
You can see the following 16 objects:
"table59953" a beautiful blackjack table.
"Mable175814" a Tsol'aa vampire wearing jade.
"Able192742" a frail Horkval priest.
"chessboard30523" a beautifully-carved chess board.
"table341926" a round mahogany table.
"table125816" a round mahogany table.
"table341845" a round mahogany table.
"stool345417" a simple wooden stool.
"stool345429" a simple wooden stool.
"stool345438" a simple wooden stool.
"stool345441" a simple wooden stool.
"stool345442" a simple wooden stool.
"stool345451" a simple wooden stool.
"chandelier116783" a jade lit chandelier.
You have emoted: Bulrok takes a seat, casting a wink at a Tsol'aa vampire wearing jade as he glances
at the drinks available.
The smell of freshly baked cookies assaults your nose before a simple wooden stool begins to crumble
away until nothing remains.
The smell of freshly baked cookies assaults your nose before a simple wooden stool begins to crumble
away until nothing remains.
The smell of freshly baked cookies assaults your nose before a simple wooden stool begins to crumble
away until nothing remains.
The smell of freshly baked cookies assaults your nose before a simple wooden stool begins to crumble
away until nothing remains.
The smell of freshly baked cookies assaults your nose before a simple wooden stool begins to crumble
away until nothing remains.
The smell of freshly baked cookies assaults your nose before a simple wooden stool begins to crumble
away until nothing remains.
(Web): Vasilissa says, "Wait... where are the cookies."
(Web): Rijetta says, "LMFAO."
You have emoted: Bulrok falls flat on his ass, the stool evaporating from under him.
Kyna appears out of thin air.
Kyna stomps about angrily.
Rijetta blinks, her wings erupting from their folded position to catch her in the air before she
falls flat on her own ass, her stool vanished before her very.. heiney.
The cookie crumbs all piece themselves back together as chairs instead. Sit on those.
(Web): You say, "I guess it's safe to say."
(Web): You say, "That's the way."
(Web): You say, "The cookie crumbles."
Vasilissa says, "Interesting stools... were they ensorcelled perhaps?"
(Web): Rijetta says, "LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO."
(Web): Vasilissa says, "I can't use "sit chair" either XD."
sit chair
You can't sit on that.
Kyna appears in a flurry of cookie crumbs.
Kyna says, "Just, don't sit, ok. Don't break Me today."
Rijetta says, "I feel the sudden urge to stop sitting."
You say, "Same."
Kyna nods once. Firmly.
Rijetta says, "Let us stand in reverence of the Dark Mother, brother and sister of Corruption."
The smell of freshly baked cookies assaults your nose before a simple chair begins to crumble away
until nothing remains. (x6)
You have emoted: Bulrok stands, turning his back to the counter after he orders a drink and rests
his elbows along the top, leaning back a little lazily.
Rijetta sits down on a simple chair.
You sit down on a simple chair.
You have emoted: Bulrok elects to sit instead now.
Vasilissa sits down on a simple chair.
Sit and relax knowing you almost broke Kyna. Stupid chairs. I hope you enjoy them.
Rijetta leans forward in her comfortable, beautiful, important, adorable, and honestly sexy chair,
steepling her fingers as she rests elbows on her knees.
You start to wield a round snowball in your right hand.
Your hands are full!
Warning: This is not a Safe PK target.
You cock back your arm and throw a round snowball east at Stine.
The snowball hits Stine square in the face, leaving him wet and covered with snow.
You are wielding:
Left hand : the corpse of a tainted black snake.
Right hand: Nothing.
Edit: So embarrassing... I meant shape-shifting!
possible?"
Challenge accepted...
You close your eyes momentarily and extend the range of your vision, seeking out the presence of
Moxie.
You see that Moxie is at A dimly lit, simple foyer in the City of Enorian. (60137)
From your knowledge, that room is in The city of Enorian.
You detect 0 other people in that location.
Summoning up all your mental strength and physical agility, you begin to vibrate your body as
quickly as possible.
A short burst of azure light fills your vision and when it is gone, you find yourself phased out of
sync with the rest of reality.
Running...
A dimly lit, simple foyer.
A sigil in the shape of a small, rectangular monolith is on the ground. Resting on the ground is a
cube-shaped silver sigil. Moxie is here. She wields a sharp-spiked ornately carved mace in her left
hand and a jewel-encrusted buckler in her right. Three stockings have been hung up here.
You see a single exit leading west.
You have reached your destination.
You fix Moxie with an entrancing stare, and smile in satisfaction as you realise that her mind is
yours.
You issue the suggestion, concealing it deep within Moxie's mind.
You draw Moxie out of her hypnotic daze, your suggestions indelibly printed on her mind.
Your surroundings shatter into a cloud of glowing stars which dissipate to leave you back where you
began.
You snap your fingers in front of Moxie.
You wink knowingly at Moxie.
Moxie appears confused for a moment.
Moxie begins to follow you.
A regal, armor-clad ethereal stallion trots in, beckoned by its master's call.
You swiftly swing up onto a regal, armor-clad ethereal stallion.
You start speedwalking.
Moxie follows you to the west.
Lots of walking...
You have reached your destination.
Moxie sticks her tongue out and says, "Ack."
With acrobatic grace, you quickly hop off of a regal, armor-clad ethereal stallion.
You slap a regal, armor-clad ethereal stallion on the rump and send it cantering off towards 'The
stables of Enorian'.
Moxie glares angrily at you.
Drystin crosses his arms over his chest looking quite pleased with himself and says
smugly, "Abducted."
(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."
Think you can match them?"
Iesid: "not the ankyrean treasures he wanted"
Snatching a simple book entitled, "Best Loved Erotic Poems of the Horkval", Flintbeard, the Malignant says, "Uhhh a friend lent that to me - it's not mine!"
consider what I will do fully."
"Hmph!" you snort.
You say to an adult Atava, "No, no I get it."
Nodding, an adult Atava says, "Thank you for understanding."
You boggle at an adult Atava.
Moxie grins mischievously at you.
You say, "Do you worship Heva?"
You grin mischievously at an adult Atava.
An adult Atava chuckles long and heartily.
His smile dying away, Drystin backs away slowly.
Mjoll frees an arm from her dangling coat sleeve, flexing until her shirt practically groans in
protest "But you can't compete with me."
A clay golem flexes its muscles at Mjoll, attempting to impress her.
Mjoll flexes her muscles at a clay golem, attempting to impress it.
A clay golem looks slightly pleased.
You have emoted: Bulrok tears away from his doppleganger long enough to smirk at Mjoll. "Don't want
to, Commander. You can have all the golems you want."
Femaxius try and figure out the differences between men and women.
[Milestones]: You have completed your DAILY milestone for 'Gain 25350 experience from any source.'!
You have received a bronze keystone!
Experience Gained: 29743 (Special) [total: 1187714]
(OMG this killed me. Ayastia was esteeming me for her daily milestone. XD)
(Tells): You tell Bruin, "Benedicto."
(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."
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(Tells): The Divine voice of Keroc echoes in your head, "Entrance list."
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A bolt of burning blue fire slams into the ground near where you stand, a warning from Keroc. The next one may not miss...
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(Tells): The Divine voice of Keroc echoes in your head, "THAT'S WHAT I THINK ABOUT YOUR NAME."
The piping notes of a herald sounding a trumpet carry across the realm from Yggdrasil, signifying
the awakening of Bamathis, the Warlord.
(Carnifex): You say, "Bigger hammer."
(Carnifex): Ayastia says, "No Commander. About to myself."
A white warhound uses Warhounds Deliver on you.
A white warhound barks loudly and drops a blackened warhammer into your hands.
(Carnifex): You say, "Ha."
(Carnifex): Mjoll says, "Heh heh heh."
(Carnifex): Bamathis says, "Could your diminutive frame handle such an increase in weight,
Chaplain?"
(Carnifex): Mjoll says, "HA!"
(Carnifex): Ayastia says, "Oh damn..."
(Carnifex): Mjoll says, "Swing hard, Keep."
(Carnifex): You say, "Ahah. I'm more than confident it could, Warlord."
(Carnifex): Bamathis says, "Mm. I have My doubts. Perhaps this will assist, though I make no
promises. My realm is not one of miracles."
Silvery essence splinters across the firmament, the drums of war resounding throughout the realm as
Bamathis bestows His blessing upon the Carnifex.
(Carnifex): Ayastia says, "Gods damned Ser. Quit while you are ahead."
(Carnifex): You say, "Strength in Strife, Warlord."
(Carnifex): Bamathis says, "Strength in Strife, Chaplain."
(The Force): Hawa says, "Rip."
(The Force): Vonarnis says, "I popped a zit."
(The Force): Arei says, "Quiet, you're making me hungry."
(It doesn't translate well, but imagine a connect 4 board here)
It is now Sekeres's turn.
Impressed by Bruin's move, Hioma says, "Oooh..."
You have emoted: Bruin puts his hands on his hips as he exclaims "Pretty sneaky Sekeres."
You have recovered balance on all limbs.
Sekeres smiles wryly at you.
Sekeres inserts a disc into column f.
(Also a connect 4 boardgame board here)
It is now Bruin's turn.
Syntax: PUSH 75157
Heaving a sigh, Hioma applies her face to her palm.
(Market): Ahlysaaria says, "I believe Hawa is looking for a Shaman that is interested in Atavians."
You tell Iesid, "You mean-- you mean now?"
In a deep, gravelly voice, Iesid imparts to you, "No."
In a deep, gravelly voice, Iesid imparts to you, "Before the end of Ll-- ... oh... f**k."
In a deep, gravelly voice, Iesid imparts to you, "Yeah, before the end of Llein."
You tell Iesid, "Are you... alright."
In a deep, gravelly voice, Iesid imparts to you, ".. Lleian. S**t. F**kin'! You KNOW!"
You tell Iesid, "I KNOW!"
In a deep, gravelly voice, Iesid imparts to you, "OK. GO TO SLEEP, THEN!"
You tell Iesid, "I WILL!"
You tell Iesid, "F**K!"
(Teharioab fio Bidrae): Haven says, "Ahem, miss."
(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."
Benedicto's aura of weapons rebounding disappears.
Benedicto uses Battlefury Cleave (start).
Benedicto raises the living trident, Riptide over his head and begins to swing it in a wide
circle, gaining speed as he goes.
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Benedicto ceases the whirling of his the living trident, Riptide over his head.
Benedicto takes a long drag off his pipe filled with skullcap.
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(Web): You say, "Lmao."
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You suddenly perceive the vague outline of an aura of rebounding around Benedicto.
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(Duiran): Oonagh says, "A Drunkenbrawl, for all!"
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ALLYSENSE LOGIN Jhura Neiretrey
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(Duiran): Serrice says, "Sounds like PANDA time."
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Benedicto lets forth a small puff of breath, his lips vibrating noisily. "Well. That was
awkward."
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Benedicto Silverain says, "I've never suffered from premature ecleftulation before. I assure
you."
Such pure innocence is not going to last in a game like this. These poor novices we've been dragging along to fights!
it's always oonagh is2g
You say, "A back up plan."
Bamathis, the Warlord has bestowed a divine blessing upon you. It will last for 3 days.
The Warlord appreciates
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The corpse of Aros comes falling down from above to land with a thump.
This happened a day or two ago, and I forgot to share it but. I must admit the word, 'Grandfrogger' really cracked me and a few others up. Bahaha.