Posts made by Deity

"Nai tiruvantel ar varyuvantel i Valar tielyanna nu vilya."

hello. nice/10

"My teeth are swords, my claws are spears, my wings are a hurricane"

“Go back to the abyss! Fall into nothingness that awaits you and your master!”

“Many that live deserve death. And some that die deserve life. Can you give it to them? Then do not be too eager to deal out death in judgement.”

gmorning

nothing to say

not bad at all

@prometheus allowing never active accounts to gain passive points is not necessarily a bad thing. there's definitely a group of people who just sign up for a game that has some time to come and then follow it's updates through some form of mmo-news or just friends. what i mean is that not all of those accounts will "never care about fractured". if it wasn't already in mind.
also you very much underestimate the legitimateness of a fake account.

a quite interesting reply

“I would like the world to remember me as the guy who really enjoyed playing games and sharing his knowledge and his fun pastimes with everybody else.”
― Gary Gygax

"In the place of a Dark Lord you would have a Queen! Not dark but beautiful and terrible as the Morn! Treacherous as the Seas! Stronger than the foundations of the Earth! All shall love me and despair!"

“After a time, you may find that having is not so pleasing a thing after all as wanting. It is not logical, but is often true.”

“We like companionship, see, but we can't stand to be around people for very long. So we go get ourselves lost, come back for a while, then get the hell out again.”

"That smile was like the sun on a hot summer day.....with eyes like ice."

“It’s so rare that we’re actually given the opportunity to be honest about everything; we might as well try it once and see if we like it.”

"What's a devil to a man who fears no god?"

"so little of who we are is ours"

"a circlet of golden flowers was in her hair, and in her hand she held a harp, and she sang. sad and sweet was the sound of her voice in the cool clear air"

"The sound of her footsteps was like a stream falling gently downhill over cool stones in the quiet of night."