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Inactive?! We had 6 people online at the same time the other day! Balmung sometimes locks to new characters, but this seems to open up randomly, so if you really want to be there, I'd recommend trying again later in the day. Or to just free trial it, any Crystal server will do (if Balmung is on the ...

[ Qabian ]: Cozy. [ Canaie ]: Oh... she's still in there. [ Qabian ]: Mm, same one. Looks like the Executioner didn't want to do his job. [ Syreenna ]: Yeah, I guess someone fed her. Nalaea Orileth looks entirely exhausted, malnourished, and absoltuely out of it. Who knows if she's even aware of he...

I am obsessed with justice. Most would laugh, I think, at the idea that I care one iota what anyone deserves. I am, after all, an agent of chaos in almost any circumstance. But the truth is I feel keenly who deserves what and why. Justice is my guiding force, the path that leads my choices. But I le...

Logging started on 03/08/2021 at 20:26:39. Syreenna peers at Ulrezaj searchingly. [ Syreenna ]: Elinel will be here shortly. [ Ulrezaj ]: Ah, Qabian. Ya looked like one o' de Venthyr minus de sinstone strapped ta ya back. You smirk slyly at Ulrezaj. [ Syreenna ]: Come to set the void elf on fire? [...

I am having an easier time coping with all of this when working under the idea that this is simply an elemental realm. It is no different than the Firelands but for the element that powers a banshee's screams. It is no more an afterlife than the Firelands is. The people and souls here are certainly ...

My desperately avoiding spending time in this place seems to have led me to spending an inordinate amount of time in this place, whenever I can find the energy to bother to step through those portals, but in the interests of not falling to pieces -- again -- I have attempted to learn what I can. It ...

((On request, sneakily added here.)) Logging started on 10/28/2020 at 21:39:47. Feyde nods at you. [ Mellinoe ]: Interesting choice of meeting place. [ Khorvis ]: This one should understand. A statement. Mellinoe looks up at the giant structure, then at the person coming through the gate Khorvis gru...

Awatu nods at you. Qabian nods. Lupinum claps for Feyde, clearly unimpressed. [ Feyde ]: There is Alliance in the area... [ Nathandiel ]: Bah! Who needs portals. Not us. Lupinum blinks at Feyde. Nathandiel lets his dog out. [ Feyde ]: Below us... Looks like a meeting [ Feyde ]: Just you know. Givin...

All sorrows can be borne if put into a story? No. I have no sorrows of my own. I do not bear sorrows. The stories I tell are deceptive and manipulative to make the world closer to what I wish. I am someone else's sorrow come to life, someone else's story untold and made to walk within the world, som...

Life is easier when I run cold. Everything is simpler, smoother. Decisions make sense. Everything seems obvious. Cruelty comes easy to the cold. Hatred that runs hot has no time for cruelty. It seeks death, obliteration, ashes. It cannot be bothered with drawing out pain, with monitoring the sufferi...

I cannot be "of the people." I do not have any people. I put myself above all others and always have for as long as I can remember. Any I could once claim as mine were erased at the hands of Arthas. Any people who were both of like mind and understood me are long since dead. There are some...

I wish she weren't right. There are ways in which she isn't, but If she were anyone else, I would be disturbed. I might play along, but I would not Instead, I I don't like the idea that I may have had anything in common with them. It frustrates me to even consider such a thing, let alone concede it....

Oh... oh wow. So do I! Good times~

When dreams hold more logic than reality, what recourse is there but to sleep? When those leading the charge fail to grasp what is good and what is necessary, what recourse is there but to withdraw support? When their ideas are good but their tactics are so flawed as to be harmful, what good is it t...

Riana sat on top of a cocooned mass as a chair. It wasn't leaking anything of whatever was dead inside, she had checked. It seemed the only viable sport to sit in the webbed room. Half the place was walled off with a mass tangle of webs. The walls lined with spider silk. Tunnels stretching back into...