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6 yrs ago
Current Boy, you're like a pizza cutter: all edge and no point.
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6 yrs ago
I think I should write a pithy roleplay about how an expenditure of effort does not entitle you to your perception of an equivalent reward. Anyone know someone who'd be interested?
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7 yrs ago
Okay, let's be honest for a second here, if we stop the status bar from being edgy angst land it really doesn't have anything going for it except sheer autism.
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7 yrs ago
Does anyone know where you can get a white trilby embroidered with threatening messages? Asking for a friend.
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7 yrs ago
My genius truly knows no bounds. Only an intellect as glorious as mine can possibly G3T K1D.
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"Hurling projectiles? This is a center of trade, where Fae enter and exit frequently in order to deliver my goods to wherever they may go, and to bring things I require to me. Fill'eis was simply bringing back an item that I required - and you were stood in her way." Dormeria replied, laughing dryly again. It seemed that Koil had never faced an opponent who did not want to engage in combat, and he seemed to have certainly never interacted with an oracle before. His impressions were incorrect, and that was a problem. They would need to be corrected.

"I do not wish to attack you, and my lair is where I am at my strongest. Simultaneously, you should have no desire to enter into combat with me - our faerie friends do not take well to people assaulting their employer, and I am more than capable of ending your life should I choose to... But that is not something I wish. As an act of good faith, I will allow you to see the road ahead as I do - just once - so that you might understand the machinations that brought you here. I can show you things that have already happened, or I can show you something that will... But my visions do not come without their costs. I will require your services in the future, and an armistice until such a time when you have served the purposes that I need you for. I will tell you one thing - if you do not agree, then the calm may well be broken. I am one of the few who know the tenuous balance that was struck eons ago, and I am one of even fewer who know even the slightest about the breaking of the Calm."

The offer made was real, and even more of her magic was poured into her voice - Koil was wrong about the origins of her magic, that was for sure. The Narxians were not the first to use sound to influence the thoughts and feelings of others, and the magic was old even when Dormeria was born, eons before Koil himself came into the world. The Sirens of old, long extinct, used the magic to woo sailors, either to keep them as their slaves or lead them to their deaths. It was potent seductive magic that did not aim to persuade the victim to agree, but to claim their hearts and minds as their own - to claim sovereignty over them. Dormeria claimed ownership of her victims - she did not try to change their minds. Of course, there was no harm in letting Koil believe that she was using his brand of magic... It would make her use of it more effective.
Dormeria and Fill'eis


"'Is it?' indeed." came the reply, echoing out through the room as the chaotic buzz continued after its prior lapse. Dormeria smiled, though she knew Koil would not see it, and she laughed mirthily to him, as if beckoning him to join in. The workings of destiny almost felt like an inside joke, as if Dormeria knew of all the things in the world when she spoke. It was almost grating to think that she truly did know what the future held not only for herself, but for others too? Perhaps these questions would burn into Koil's mind as her eyes burned into his own lidded ones, the almost supernatural perception that all sapient beings seemed to possess giving away this fact without the need for actual sight.

"Imagine you are walking down a path, blindfolded, with no sound to guide you. There is only one clumsy footstep after another, hoping that you have kept on the path that you think you are walking on... I simply have the ability to see a little ahead, to where it curves, and twists, and turns." she continued, allowing her own potent seductive magic to seep into her words. Her magic was more effective when her victims chose to look upon her, but it was not a necessary component of the spell. She could feel the low thrum of magic in the air, the unique reverberative properties of the cave signalled things to her that lesser beings would miss - working with the Fae for so long had given her knowledge that those who had not lacked.

"I would like to note, dear Koil, that I did not garner the title "Sage of Stone" by not noticing when one attempts to use a form of magic I am proficient in." she continued, the tone of her voice shifting to one of ironic knowledge - she knew that Koil would notice the tones of magic underlaying her own and that he would likely rebuff her, but it was still an amusing thing to note regardless. Perhaps one of her statute should be less whimsical and more serious, but it was difficult to be uptight when you made drugs for a living and spent your immortal lifespan surrounded by Fae.

"Oh, and do mind Fiil'eis - she'll be back with a delivery right about... Now. Did I mention that the unique acoustics of my lair make it impossible to detect Fae moving at speeds above 100 kilometers an hour? No? How silly of me."

At the precise moment Dormeria uttered the word "Now", her favourite Faerie was already hurtling towards Koil at the oddly specific speed of ninety-nine kilometers an hour. It was a fortunate moment indeed, for at that exact moment Fiil'eis happened to be adjusting her jewelled goggles, she was forced to momentarily veer off course to where their aquatic guest would likely move to avoid the imminent collision, inadvertently tracking her target and making the flying fairy even harder to avoid. A few of the other Fae that had been entranced by this new guest immediately scattered with the arrival of this new Faerie, fluttering off to their various hiding places in the relatively expansive gorgon's lair.
I really like the game - it's not one of the objectively best but it's one of my personal favourites <3
I legitimately despise Yiazmat. Biggest waste of a day ever.

I SAW SOMEONE ACCIDENTALLY RENEW YIAZMAT ON YOUTUBE THOUGH OMG IT MADE MY DAY
Hnnng FF12 <3

Can we make a Yiazmat pls

We can all have fun spending between 3 - 8 hours attempting to kill it depending on gear level woooooo
If you've played Final Fantasy 12, I can see him being like Venat (with no combat capability)?
@Wern: Let me know if you don't like any aspects of the post! I'll be happy to change it if you feel anything is too much c:
"Koilembolon of Tasalkonic, He Who Fled... I've been expecting you. Please, do step in." the voice echoed back, the sound escaping the Gorgon's mouth echoing the surprise that most mortals felt upon hearing Koil - for a creature so supposedly monstrous, Dormeria's voice was like satin - rich, sensuous, and encompassing. That was without the added effects of magic. Still, she saw no need to begin a battle of sorcery.

Assuming that Koil reacted like anybody would when they first spoke to an oracle that they did not know was such, the room around them would echo the silence that no doubt would be beginning to creep into his mind (unless of course he had interacted with seers in the past, but the chances of that seemed slim) - the fae scattered across the room would stop moving and stare down directly at the intruder. Occurrences like this were fairly commonplace for Dormeria, and while by a mortal's lifespan they may have seemed far and few between, Dormeria's unnatural life had continued for a sufficient span of time that she found them considerably more frequent. Still, the situation was not one that could be read in the pool alone, and even with her foresight she could not see beyond the glimpses into Koil's arrival and mere fragments of his past. The playing field could certainly be considered uneven, but for Koil, that seemed to have been commonplace in the past.

"I feel like I owe you my name, given that I have you at a disadvantage. I am Dormeria, the Sage of Stone, and I provide alchemical services for the many inhabitants of Tiaquin... I have also been known to prophesy in my spare time - why I know your name and title. Would you like to sit and be civilised, or will we be resorting to petty combat after all? I doubt that would go well for you." She added, laughing a little to herself. The laugh was dry, almost as dry as the city she lived in, and the sound would perhaps be a little jarring to her unexpected guest. Such things were to be expected from a race that lived primarily underwater. Even so - while his arrival was not entirely unexpected, it was not something she had meticulously planned for. The situation at hand would require tact and perhaps a little persuasion to deal with, but from her initial impressions Koil did not seem to be unreasonable. It was very possible that a deal could be struck...

Or perhaps there would be new additions to her collection. It was difficult to tell these sort of things, even with divine providence by one's side.
I thought drugs included Faeries :c But in any case:

AND THE FAERIE.
We should all meet up and have a party! That sounds like a good idea.

We'll bring the drugs.
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