(->): Mr X., "F***ing stupid, that there's only one or two classes in whole game that can f***ing survive and deal billions of damage, when there's 12 other classes like "wtf are we doing, oh...fodders"."
(->): Mr X., "And...who has the most money wins..."
(->): Mr X., "Great succes."
(->): Mr X., "I'm going to get so sick and tired of this f***ing game."
A low, menacing growl heralds the arrival of a fearsome-looking hound from the north. A ravenous hound lopes over to you, dropping a velvet-padded wicker basket into your hands.
Woven from elaborate whorls of wicker in shades of damp sand, the contours of this charming basket are roomy and spacious, provided that one is no larger than a desert fox. Flourishes of a curling vine-and-blossom motif whorl about the circumference of the basket proper, the beautiful design lent a measure of whimsy by virtue of delicate blooms of blush and ivory silk fastened throughout. Inside, the wicker is lined in opulent velveteen pillows of sapphirine and powder blue, their corners adorned in aureate tassels. A diminutive ivory bone seems to have been wedged primly between the cushions and the basket proper, appearing as though at most delicately gnawed upon. It has 45 months of usefulness left. It weighs 9 ounces. A small crafter's mark suggests that it is of Saivash's design. A velvet-padded wicker basket is holding: "baby9979" the corpse of a small human baby "baby202551" the corpse of a small human baby "baby82231" the corpse of a small human baby "baby162952" the corpse of a tiny Kohdon baby
@raykel - stop making mudsex if you can't deal with the consequences!
Nostalgia! I used to animate those mobs in Caanae to demonstrate in front of people the superiority of undeath, a la - Look at how much stronger he is!
The kohdon baby stuns you and one of those baby mobs is weird, like the descriptions don't match for dropped and examined or something.
"On the battlefield I am a god. I love war. The steel, the smell, the corpses. I wish there were more. On the first day I drove the Northmen back alone at the ford. Alone! On the second I carried the bridge! Me! Yesterday I climbed the Heroes! I love war! I… I wish it wasn’t over."
Filling the firmament is a lattice of heavy grey clouds. A rune shaped like a butterfly has been sketched into the ground here. A brilliant tanzanite crystal hovers in the air, spinning rapidly. A pile of rubble lies here, blocking the way northeast. A pile of rubble lies here, blocking the way west. There are 2 mighty earth golems here. An animated beech root is curled here, swaying slightly. There are 3 animated apple roots here. There are 4 animated hawthorn roots here. An animated willow root is curled here, swaying slightly. An animated birch root is curled here, swaying slightly. An animated elder root is curled here, swaying slightly. An animated honeysuckle root is curled here, swaying slightly. Noticeable only by the slight bend of the light, a crystalline golem stalks here. There are 2 lithe ebonmarrows here. A paradise bird hops about from foot to foot. Cassius is here, resplendent in the colours of Kinsarmar. He wields a polished ebony quarterstaff in his hands. Erliovan is here, camouflaged. He wields an ivy-carved shiny black walnut quarterstaff in his hands. Ser Aakrin Krax'ai is here, flames dancing across his flesh. He is holding an ethereal shield in his right hand. The ever-shifting visage of Alvetta, Aspect of Moradeim, is here. She wields a sharpened quarterstaff in her hands. Baasche Tia is here, his incorporeal form ever-shifting. He wields a sharpened quarterstaff in his hands. The ever-shifting visage of Hiramius, Aspect of Moradeim, is here. He wields a claymore in his hands.
You see exits leading northeast and west.
A huge blood-red scorpion named Valdar raises his stinger threateningly at Septus as he enters the room.
A huge blood-red scorpion named Valdar raises his stinger threateningly at Calais as he enters the room.
A huge blood-red scorpion named Valdar raises his stinger threateningly at Celestine as she enters the room.
A huge blood-red scorpion named Valdar raises his stinger threateningly at Nietos as he enters the room.
A huge blood-red scorpion named Valdar raises his stinger threateningly at Ozreas as he enters the room.
A huge blood-red scorpion named Valdar raises his stinger threateningly at Valnocci as he enters the room.
A huge blood-red scorpion named Valdar raises his stinger threateningly at Tek as he enters the room.
A huge blood-red scorpion named Valdar raises his stinger threateningly at Djen as he enters the room.
[here - Septus, Calais, Celestine, Nietos, Ozreas, Valnocci, Tek (7)]
00:10:25.024 ** Many people are inherently selfish, and won't burden themselves unless it benefits them. Of course, you don't think that, 00:10:25.024 Djen! That's why you vote, regularly and consistently, and that's what makes you so good! **
(R): Mathiaus, "I remember when I was a knight they killed my falcon and sent me a cooked chicken. The letter told me it was my falcon, so I ate it, and died a horrible death."
Oh Mathiaus. You crack me up sometimes.
(R): Ihsan, "Lmfao why did you eat it."
(R): Mathiaus, "I was weird and didn't want his body to go to waste."
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[R] Iniar: I don't use putre
A ravenous hound lopes over to you, dropping a velvet-padded wicker basket into your hands.
Woven from elaborate whorls of wicker in shades of damp sand, the contours of this charming basket are roomy and spacious, provided that one is no larger than a desert fox. Flourishes of a curling vine-and-blossom motif whorl about the circumference of the basket proper, the beautiful design lent a measure of whimsy by virtue of delicate blooms of blush and ivory silk fastened throughout. Inside, the wicker is lined in opulent velveteen pillows of sapphirine and powder blue, their corners adorned in aureate tassels. A diminutive ivory bone seems to have been wedged primly between the cushions and the basket proper, appearing as though at most delicately gnawed upon.
It has 45 months of usefulness left.
It weighs 9 ounces.
A small crafter's mark suggests that it is of Saivash's design.
A velvet-padded wicker basket is holding:
"baby9979"
"baby
"baby82231"
"baby
Ice falls from the sky as Celestine falls to Ichimoru.
(Ring): Delrayne says, "Celestine, there is no dying in PK."
...Rude.
You son of a ****.
"On the battlefield I am a god. I love war. The steel, the smell, the corpses. I wish there were more. On the first day I drove the Northmen back alone at the ford. Alone! On the second I carried the bridge! Me! Yesterday I climbed the Heroes! I love war! I… I wish it wasn’t over."
First Tokens, now recipes. Dangerous world I live in!