Ryzom

Idle hands, idle mind. She paced. Idle hands, idle mind. She stopped. Idle hands, idle mind... "Stop!" Two patrolling homins passing nearby stopped and looked at the woman. Meravyel's eyes were wide, her hair tussled, and her hands balled into fists at her side. Her expression was disturbingly ...

"An idle mind is a waste," Liachi lectured his daughter. "The world continues around you without pause, and so too should your mind. Always watch and always listen, for you can never know when you will hear or see something of great import. Once those moments pass, you will know but it will be too ...

The sap-lacquered motega stakes would withstand the Goo for longer than anything she had tested so far. This pleased Meravyel. Stepping carefully into the Goo field northwest of the Ranger camp, she walked until the burn on her skin and in her lungs was almost intolerable. She knelt and selected the ...

"Ah, Mistress Dovoos, after so many years, you've finally served me," Meravyel's voice reflected an edge of ironic humor, but she did not chuckle, nor did her face betray any hint of her amusement. The corners of her mouth quirked in a peculiar fashion that might've been interpreted by an onlooker ...