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I really hate this magnificent bastard, so much... His three quarters Trumpet speaks:
Another, but quarter long, reflective snake of dueling extremes in the shadowy grass, carrying golden apples, birthed by his lord to free you of the bondage of yourselves, to raise you further above ape with each bite, in exchange for further fall... Has made it his warrior-mission to collect two more artists of lighting and thunder, to save the world of Leann from an eternal winter.
Post here and name the WIP archive map you wish to retrieve from the soul well and perhaps your favorite MSC star. You may also make a map out of any number of them or their pieces.
The map must be NOV2015 compatible, though bonus points for place holders scattered for the map to automatically update in the future, should the plan succeed (don’t ask for help on that - beyond me just now).
Due date - end of June 2021, or whenever the first three are done, or whenever the Leann's ticker runs out.
The maps will not be rated, the best comment of appraisal will - with surprise reward. The most destructive commenter will be banned, with honors.
Thus, the harmony of the Triad sings fourth:
“We will not let you judge the lands three.
Instead, we will judge the best cheers for them.
The quality of the poetry of your cheers, will decide Leann's fate.
The worst of all your fears, will not see its sun rise, but will be remembered.”
Pathos signs, “Should this last chance my children have given Leann fail, all will be silence.”
The leash of Kharaztorant tugs against him, as gnashes lustfully at the sphere of the world, “Mere spawn of Torakalth can never overcome themselves like we dragons who were forged by perfection. Strength over others, one over one, upward until it topples and begins again. Sunset is the entity of their religion, they know not sunrise, nor moon. My meal - it is inevitable.”
Felewyn moves, Urdual holds her back, Torkalath Screams in rage... Pathos, remains silent. Kharaztorant merely grins and drools.
Another, but quarter long, reflective snake of dueling extremes in the shadowy grass, carrying golden apples, birthed by his lord to free you of the bondage of yourselves, to raise you further above ape with each bite, in exchange for further fall... Has made it his warrior-mission to collect two more artists of lighting and thunder, to save the world of Leann from an eternal winter.
Post here and name the WIP archive map you wish to retrieve from the soul well and perhaps your favorite MSC star. You may also make a map out of any number of them or their pieces.
The map must be NOV2015 compatible, though bonus points for place holders scattered for the map to automatically update in the future, should the plan succeed (don’t ask for help on that - beyond me just now).
Due date - end of June 2021, or whenever the first three are done, or whenever the Leann's ticker runs out.
The maps will not be rated, the best comment of appraisal will - with surprise reward. The most destructive commenter will be banned, with honors.
"For near two decades or four Olympiads, depending on method of measure, brother's fear of brother has ruled here for all of that saint's pale efforts.
It must be freed of all violence of its past to pass, be it forward or back."
It must be freed of all violence of its past to pass, be it forward or back."
Thus, the harmony of the Triad sings fourth:
“We will not let you judge the lands three.
Instead, we will judge the best cheers for them.
The quality of the poetry of your cheers, will decide Leann's fate.
The worst of all your fears, will not see its sun rise, but will be remembered.”
Pathos signs, “Should this last chance my children have given Leann fail, all will be silence.”
The leash of Kharaztorant tugs against him, as gnashes lustfully at the sphere of the world, “Mere spawn of Torakalth can never overcome themselves like we dragons who were forged by perfection. Strength over others, one over one, upward until it topples and begins again. Sunset is the entity of their religion, they know not sunrise, nor moon. My meal - it is inevitable.”
Felewyn moves, Urdual holds her back, Torkalath Screams in rage... Pathos, remains silent. Kharaztorant merely grins and drools.
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