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They told me it's a cruel place.
I should keep my voices down.
They trapped me in this cage
Asked me to not flap my wings around.
Suffocated, I began to bleed
My words out on paper
Which now the world reads.

The free bird leaps on the back of the wind and floats downstream till the current ends and dips his wings in the orange sun rays and dares to claim the sky. But a bird that stalks down his narrow cage can seldom see through his bars of rage his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens hi...

I long to fly free
To feel the wind
To taste The Sea
To escape this cold metal platform

I sing to have company
I talk to have food
Nothing I want is for me
It’s all for those by whom I’ve been imprisoned

Release me
I don’t belong in here
I am a spirit not to be tamed
Let me fly free

Pretending everything is really okay We chat and smile through every day Building the walls of our prison Around us we gather a glittering array Bright things to soothe harsh reality away Pretty comforts for our prison But once in a while, every now and then A harsh ray of light pierces the den A di...

This is not my home. I may say I am going home, but where I really end up in, is a condemned hell hole. This is not where I belong. A familiar room that I call mine, four walls that enclose around, each are all a lie. I do not wish to be imprisoned. My heart does not call for here, but instead to an...

Locked up in this cell of mine Here to forever be confined. In hell I live, sleep, eat, and cry, Could it be that here I'll die? How I got here I don't even know, What did I do wrong? Please let me go! I plead and beg, beg and plead, For freedom! Freedom I so desperately need. My jailer walks past, ...

Surrounded by emptiness, Nurtured by isolation. Mothered by loneliness, Educated by limitation. Alone in my confines, Eyes that follow. Do nothing but remind, That I am hollow. I find myself babbling, To their emotionless masks. And I find myself gambling, On what they would ask. On what they would ...

I want to run free, free as a bird, free to soar, free like the winding river, free to flow and move. But, These walls, they they bind me, they hold me tightly. I want to traipse through the forest, feel the branches on my skin, the forest it, it is free to grow and sway in the breeze. But, These wa...

walls freshly painted white unmarked the floor, bleached wood planks the space, a two metre cube, one bare light bulb, a narrow bed, a thin mattress a yellow blanket he sees no one but the guards they do not look at him each day they take him silently to stand in the corridor handcuffed to the walls...

They are all one. The group does not think. They have laid labels on us. Pointing and shout. We stand haughtily looking past them. We are so strong and have done what is right. We reject their miserable xenophobia and all that calls differences foolish and dirty. Our stillness enrages them. They ste...

We must go across the broad river together into exile. We are both healthy and strong from the digging and carrying of rocks for their new halls. The only escape is the half mile across the swirling black waters. We have whispered our plans as we dragged stones. We will rest when we reach the river ...

Estralis Seborian wrote:You need to chose a product, not just a category.

Ah so that's what it is. Thanks. It should be more intuitive than it is now though. Instead of making it so you have to click a tiny arrow, why not make it so that clicking anywhere along the word 'bottles' will do the same job

Some scratchmarks on the walls... I see the broken iron pickaxe I smell the sweet taste of freedom, I hear whispers in the winds of silence. I'm imprisoned in a prison mine rolling around. Desperately trying to get there; where is there? What is there? I awake, a cold sweat engulfing me. I'm still t...

Tried already

So I use a glass pipe, standing next to a glass oven with a glass pipe and glass ingots in my hands. Production screen pops up. I click on "Bottles" to highlight "Bottles" in green then I highlight "produce" and press "produce". Nothing happens.

Pretty much given up at this point. Maybe someone in development can look into this? If I experienced this issue, someone else may again in the future. Also, even when I don't have glass ingots on me there is no message that occurs to tell me why the production has failed to start after I press the ...

There is no message and I have tried all the positions. Nothing displays and gets produced. I tried closing the client and launcher and even restarting my computer.

When I try to make bottles by hitting the produce button nothing happens. The produce button lights up but that is it. I do have glass ingots and a glassblowing pipe in my hands. And I am right next to a glass oven

Question: does agility still affect your movement speed when you are running? If so, what agility do you need to run at the max speed for different types of tiles?

Well, in this case, I'm not sure if the character would have even been wounded not to mention killed and jailed at the cross. If it was accomplished through those means, I would have no complaint. Although, once you are jailed are there different options for Rp? Is there a way to be rescued or to es...

Gm silverwing said he was able to teleport a character by having a flask? attached to a crossbow bolt fired across 2 screens. Ok aside from the unappealing reason (a flask really?) it makes for poor gameplay that 1. there is no chance given for any RP in response (the bolt is a homing missile with i...

I presume this is Fooser. Fooser has been aggressive and out of control. He has attacked me in the past for mere words. He asked me why I hunted lizards I said for lizard tails. Most likely F attacked the other lizard for mere words as well under pretext of a "duel" and likely breaking the...

The waning sound of the cow hide drum echoes the transience of all things
The fading colors of the flame goblet blossom reveals the truth that the rich must grow poor
The judges do not endure; they are like a Vision on a spring night...
The strong fall at last, they are as dust before the Wind!

I wasn't even able to find the quest location. And I ran into at least 2 other players in the same situation. A note on the website would have been nice. But after reading about how Galmairian/English writing players were treated as non existent and irrelevant, I'm not sorry I missed the quest. :) A...

Hereby a tribal hunt for lizardmeat particularly the springy tails (a traditional and time honored Serinjah delicacy) is announced. An especially high bounty has been set aside for that monster fish Teptoc Transportation's juicy tail. When we have the tails, there will be a campfire dance of all nat...

Don't forget the Howling Band. I as representative scouted the area of the Serinjah encampment just outside Galmair where there be dragons now and shot not a few of them. Of course as medicine man of the band I will continue to offer my grandfather's healing salve where needed, in addition to castin...

I know Jefferson to be a generous and sociable person... Seems like this occurred years ago. Why pursue this matter all of a sudden now? Is it related to his employment by Galmair as a Free Man? People change and there is a place for grace; punishments harden souls. I believe he Is redeeming himself...

The bear appears to have been dressed up and adorned with some ceremonial items of Serinjah origin. Offerings of spiritual significance surround it.

http://www.betzgallery.com/product_thumb.php?img=images/intruders-by-martin-grelle-5479.jpg&w=373&h=500 While on a sojourn near the mountainous outskirts of Galmair, a camp site for the tribal band was found. Visions in the Dream World may be had of the scene. http://feeds2.yourstorewizards...

For those who have ears to hear, a song of praise echoes dimly still in the lair of the cave bear. Wispy images drift through the air mystically: Springing into action At the court of Findari To a classical piece On the flute with notes Swooping down like a falcon In utter joy Through clear skies I...