Sometimes I feel like the only ascended being here.
 

Like everquest video game shit doesn't get to me anymore. I still enjoy logging in to my favorite servers from time to time. And Like I feel like everything is just as it should be. Like the quest part is missing. Like I'm just you know there in world as like one of those multidimensional beings with many eyes (orbs aka vertices) and arms and shit in my *dirt stained tunic (TM) and there's no reason to do anything except what I'm doing and nothing matters. Manastones are irrelevant. Just being because that is all there is. Like being a nexus of pixels nested within a nexus of pixels. Tomorrow doesn't matter. Yesterday doesn't matter. Because they are all just mirrors of today.

yes grinding orc pawns is the path to enlightenment

Sometimes you just gotta make a new toon to return Fahren his tacklebox and use his reward money to sit down with Trumpy over a honeymead and try talk through his issues.

In my headcanon, eventually Beren has enough of the drunk dwarf picking on his lil bro and 'helps' Trumpy to trip over into the churning salty waters of the dock. Fahren, being the magnanimous being of purity that he is, leaps in to rescue Trumpy, but as we know Fahren can't swim!

Holding on to Trumpy they both sink to the bottom (dwarfs don't float!). Trumpy in his stupor passes out. Using Trumpy as a diving belt, Fahren walks the seabed and manages to break out of the surf, collapsing on the beach lungs full of water with the prostrate dwarf by his side.

Trumpy comes to - his dwarven constitution fighting off the alcohol and preventing him from drowning (of course a dwarf can hold his breath for well over 15 minutes)!

He sees Fahren on the sands, and realises the 'runt' was willing to give his life to save scum like Trumpy. Trumpy bursts into tears, snapping out his bitter drunken persona, and once again becoming the noble Irontoe Commander he had been in his life before. Trumpy administers the kiss of life to Fahren, who comes spluttering back from the dead.

This kiss brings peace to the two. They live happily ever after on the South Bank of West Karana (there is a secret half elf entrance to this area). Together they teach young half-elves the basics of swimming and first aid. That is until Kane and the Blood Sabres hunt down Trumpy, taking his skulls, so they can resurrect Lord Grimrot. The End.

My my....
 

You know NOTHING of ascended beings, because if you did.....

First rule of fight club?

Pixels within pixels interlinked.

Sounds like you are poor - probably why I dont hang out with you in game (im rich)

I don't need pixels. I am the pixels.

9500 posts in 4 years is pretty impressive.