Player: Attempt the rare x3 location post.
[You are a six sweeps old teal-blooded troll named NOMSHU PENSYS, one of the original session trolls. You are on the LAND OF STORM AND GLASS, grumpily slithering and skidding across the platforms. Occasionally you fire arrows at the albatross consorts that mock you from the sky, but the wind snatches away any arrows before you can have delicious SENTIENT CLUCKBEAST MEAT.
These arrows may fall in the direction of other players on the land. You do not care.
You are online as balefulAcrylic.]
[You are an eight sweeps blue-blood named ASTRAVI SOLMIS, a questionably sane import from a failed session. You are on the LAND OF DUST AND MEMORY and you stand out against the landscape like a six foot troll in heavy winter clothing. Which, of course, you are.
Despite being nocturnal like all good trolls, you are warily and grudgingly exploring the different ruin entrances under the hot sun. It is a good thing you have a hood.
You are online as lingeringExasperated.]
[You are a strange pink-haired human named CASSANDRA IVATHOLL, a fifteen year old on the land of IRON AND SHROUDS. You are sitting on the top of a crumbled iron tower, and if someone passes by, you yell and scream HELLO in a high-pitched, squealing register more suitable for calling dogs. You are not having any problems with the Raven Consorts thanks to your sharing of food.
You are online as fortunateConclusion.]
These arrows may fall in the direction of other players on the land. You do not care.
You are online as balefulAcrylic.]
[You are an eight sweeps blue-blood named ASTRAVI SOLMIS, a questionably sane import from a failed session. You are on the LAND OF DUST AND MEMORY and you stand out against the landscape like a six foot troll in heavy winter clothing. Which, of course, you are.
Despite being nocturnal like all good trolls, you are warily and grudgingly exploring the different ruin entrances under the hot sun. It is a good thing you have a hood.
You are online as lingeringExasperated.]
[You are a strange pink-haired human named CASSANDRA IVATHOLL, a fifteen year old on the land of IRON AND SHROUDS. You are sitting on the top of a crumbled iron tower, and if someone passes by, you yell and scream HELLO in a high-pitched, squealing register more suitable for calling dogs. You are not having any problems with the Raven Consorts thanks to your sharing of food.
You are online as fortunateConclusion.]