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« on: May 08, 2009, 04:48:34 pm »
Description: I was testing out my new helm vs. mind spells in the umberhulk cave east of Haven and noticed that the umberhulks were confusing each other with their stare attacks. This would be highly unlikely to occur naturally, as species with gaze attacks are typically immune to their own abilities. Otherwise Basilisks and Medusa would never be able to mate, and all we'd see of them were amorous statues. I suggest the easiest way to fix this would be to alter the Umberhulk span from the original template creature into a new one which was immune to mind effects, as they are insectoid and vermin-like. As it is now, they are attacking each other or just standing there as much as they are the players. Also, I would limit the times per day of their stare attacks down to perhaps 2 attempts per umberhulk, on par with what gazing snakes do. Right now they just stand there and stare stare stare and dont really attack unless you attack them. This makes them highly ineffective at hunting, especially against those with mindblank or high will saves who they never attack of their own volition. Keeping the stares limited to 2 per hulk per day would get the confusion effect out there, and then they could swarm in for the kill. Location: Caves east of Haven (Alindor's Demise I think?) Verified: Reproducible: should effect the Umberhulk creature template used in Alindor's demise, not sure if that's stock or not. I suggest replacing them with more effective versions as I don't think stock creatures can be altered.
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« on: April 19, 2009, 04:04:37 am »
*a cart is left by the sign of Hempstead reeking of death. Townguards who peer inside are stunned to see that it is filled to the brim with severed dark elf heads. A note is attached* Salutations, Captain Trent! Please accept this offering in commemoration of the Anniversary of the Dark elf invasion of 834. Such a day in history it was, the defining moment when we as a nation rose from the ashes and rebuilt the city stronger, into the marvel that it has become today. The City of Gold! As such, we felt that we should honor our forefathers in the manner most befitting, the collection of no less than 834 of their heads! 834 dark elves that will NOT be infiltrating this fine city. So celebrate! Buy a round for your men, pike the heads up on the wall high and add a punctuation to that sign of yours. Let the children of Wayfare take up a soccer team! Today is a happy day and many more are yet to come. Let it be known that Hempstead shall never again be taken, and our walls shall stand for a thousand years more to this day and more! -The Bloody Skull-Lovers *Emblazoned with the symbol of a Phoenix holding a skull*
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« on: February 21, 2009, 11:41:53 am »
Well, the Soul Mother finally caught him. I have just recieved news from Az-Ptol that our longtime friend and compatriot Skabot Redwulf has passed into the afterlife at the hands (or axes) of the giants who dwell in the Forrest of Fog. His body has been brought to Czukay's mansion in Prantz, where it is being prepared for burial, pending application to the Hall of Heroes in Willow's Weep. He will be buried with all of his possessions, as well as more than a few of mine that he had borrowed at the time, as would be his wishes. Join me now in a moment of silence, friends of Skabot, and pray that he does not slaughter the Soul Mother, lest dead adventurers rise en mass from the graves in a mad necromantic stampede. Farewell my friend, you shall be sorely missed. -Farros Galdor
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« on: February 03, 2009, 03:47:24 am »
Nice entry! Two things spring to mind. 1) "They not only detest the things a Blood Seraph do, they get actually hurt from them in many cases." What exactly does this line mean? It isn't really explained clearly what they do differently from their progenitors, and how it harms them. Drinking blood? corrupting the innocent? Walking in Daylight? Crossing water? Or do you mean the Blood Seraphs directly hurt the vampires with their actions and the vampires resent them for it? 2) While it's noted garlic is not known to have an effect on them, mechanically in game it does cause some effect when you use garlic, I think ac vs undead or something along that nature. This might be better worded as it not being known whether garlic effects them *more* than it does to any other forms of undead. Other than that, excellent work. A few more things I was curious about are more items on the laundry list of vampire weaknesses/attributes. Namely... -Can they cross Running Water? -Do mirrors show their reflection? -Can they enter hallowed ground of goodly gods? -Can they enter homes uninvited? -Does just one bite turn a mortal into a vampire, a complete blood drain or is it a ritual? Can they feed without slaying or infecting? -Fealty Between Vampires: are there "head vampires" that control their lessers, and what happens when you kill a head vampire, do the lessers just break free of control, or are they free of the curse? -Is there any known method to reverse the curse for those infected by the lesser vampires?
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« on: December 25, 2008, 10:11:17 pm »
Just read some horrible story on Yahoo about this kindly, unassuming church usher who snapped on Xmas eve, put on a Santa suit and murdered his ex-wife and her entire family, then blew up their house with an incendiary device. Gut wrenching tragedy. Then I scroll down past the pictures of the burning house and the shed they found him in. And there's an ad at the very bottom, in big red, happy-font letters is a link to one of Yahoo's XMas photo-galleries... *"Check out our 'scared of Santa' photos for some Holiday laughs! Click here to view."* EGADS MAN! The link turns out to just be pictures of kids scared on Santa's lap... but man oh man. What a spot to put it! Here's the link. Be forewarned though, it's a very sad story. Man in Santa suit kills nine at party -- OrlandoSentinel.comah, Orlando Sentinel wrote it, figures! I should check if they're hiring...
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« on: December 05, 2008, 05:39:13 pm »
People of Mistone, All mothers, nurses and midwives are to be forewarned that the Black Wizards of Corath have tainted the baby formula yet again with foul necromancy. If you or any of your relatives notice any strange noises, unwarranted hostility or demonic facial expressions in your young ones, it is highly advised that you take them to the nearest temple for exorcism and medical treatment. Conversely, one might also want to investigate their family tree for any possible demonic relations. If found to be uncurable, please mail your little tieflings to 128 Haft Lake, Prantz, Care of: Czukay for a 100 true rebate. PS: take care to add proper padding and breathing holes within the box. Broken, damaged or otherwise non-mint condition babies will only yeild a 50 true reward. YouTube - Evil Baby Growls!YouTube - Monster babyYouTube - The Evil lookYouTube - Baby laughing devil laugh 2YouTube - Freaky/Cute Baby Growling Sounds
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« on: November 25, 2008, 05:13:35 pm »
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« on: November 20, 2008, 12:10:28 am »
A blue orc arrives at Leringard to offer all that he owns to the guards there, and book passage to krashin. When asked why, he responds... "My god Grand I have served well all these years, but for what purpose? Even now he grants power to that wretched coward Segem, a killer of children, a trickster who fights with words an threats and forsakes the axe. Still my god serves him, so unworthy of my axe he has proven to be. I hereby renounce Grand and all of his works, and speak freely the name of Dorand without fear. Now I sail to Krashin, to find peace. After 80 years and more, there is nothing left in me. Farewell my friends. Carry on with the strength and honor I never had. If only I had renounced him sooner... *he then barks with conviction* this is not the way of honor, Segem! This is not the craft! What you do brings shame on all our kind, and I am shamed to ever give fealty to the cowardly god you serve!" He then sails off to retire in the unclaimed lands, never to be heard from again. //retiring Kor to make way for a new character. He just had no future in him, as fun as he was to play... stay tuned!
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« on: October 10, 2008, 04:57:10 pm »
Hello and welcome to Bjorn's House. A few years ago Leringard was stuck by tragedy in the large ravenous scaled variety. The devastation was great and many were killed or displaced in the ensueing madness. During that time ye may have noticed me frantically filling donation bins, bringing huge bushels of lumber, dropping off clothes and blankets and supplies of all sorts. I came to the realization that this simnply was not enough. One cannot just throw money and resources at a problem, but deal with it at the root. I have a dream. A dream where children need not go hungry at night or with a roof over their heads. Where the student is taught to be the master and encouraged to find more students. Where every single nefarious street gang goes out of buisiness, because thievery never paid as well as honest work. Where those who've had everything take from them realize that wealth is fleeting, and that true power comes from their own two hands and determination. Now I can't afford to do so immediately for all of them, but I figure I can take at least 20 at a time, teach them the moral values and crafting skills they need to survive and prospire, in the hopes that they too will carry on their work and each build a house for twenty more when they are successful enough. So I have converted my mansion in Leringard into an apprenticehall, now capable of feeding, clothing and housing 20 young uns from around 5 years on up to their late teens. My plan is that they will learn. Smelting, Gemcraft, Tailoring, Tools, armor, weapons, reading, writing, scribing, carpentry, tinkering, commerce and even self-defense. I've already converted one of my warehouse rooms into a small crafthall, with a professional forge, anvil and wheelbarrow outside. It is my hope that I'll see many of you older uns there as well. Not so much for donations, I'm wealthy enough as it is after all, but to help me in their training. I would ask that any with experience in any craft send me word should you wish to volunteer for classes, or any of ye scholars out there, mathemeticians, bards and the like would be interested in telling the wee un tales. Of course I am also now taking applications for wee uns interested in signing up. Preferential placement will be given to the poorest of applicants, especially those orphaned by the dragon attacks or similar circumstances. There is no reason whatsoever for any one to go hungry or resort to thievery as a means of survival in this day and age. Nor should illiteracy or poverty remain the standard of the world. Each of my students shall be trained not only to craft, think and reason, but most importantly to teach as well. For it is Dorand who said, "Better to teach a man to forge than just give him an axe". As a dwarf of only around two centuries, I reckon I have plenty more fight left in me to keep training lads for the next half millenia or so. That'll be plenty of generations yet, and generations after them that can benefit from this method. Father Logan shall be available living on-site in case of any medical emergencies, and is my first instructor specializing in spellcraft, reading, scribing, and ethics. I will be on site for security, and teaching the forge, carpentry, gemcraft and supplying craftable natural resources for them to work with. Knowledge is our armor and skill is our weapon. This fight we fight will not be on the field of battle, but in the forge, the tables and the classroom. Upon graduation I will be working with the guilds to see about specialized training for them, let them meet the right people and get a foot in the door of industry. Any guilds interested in sponsorship in the next few years please contact me at 128 Leringard. I also invite any mage guilds to send a representative to test the younguns for magical potential, in case they'd be better served in the mage guild. Dorand bless you all for your help. I be needing some beds and classroom seats filled just as much as I need instructors. Also, any homeowners in Leringard who would see fit to donate usage of their outdoor forges, please let me know. Could use all the forges we can get! -Bjornigar Ironguts //sorry for the massive resolutions. Tend to forget that most people dont play layo in ludicrously huge modes. Hopefully the fitto-window modes work properly  http://forums.layonara.com/photopost/data/101362/bjornshouse.jpghttp://forums.layonara.com/photopost/data/101362/luxury.jpghttp://forums.layonara.com/photopost/data/101362/professionalforge.jpghttp://forums.layonara.com/photopost/data/101362/dormitory.jpghttp://forums.layonara.com/photopost/data/101362/finedining.jpghttp://forums.layonara.com/photopost/data/101362/classroom.jpghttp://forums.layonara.com/photopost/data/101362/trainingroom.jpg
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« on: September 25, 2008, 12:27:11 pm »
Had a fairly messed up dream last night. It began with a few of my friends telling me that they had gotten us a new house (currently househunting irl) so I figured, hey, great! Went to visit them in this dimly lit run down building downtown, which for some strange reason had a produce store with vegetables on display and a cash register. "Dude, this is a store, what are we selling produce now?" "no no no man, the living space is in the back, come back here". Ok, I thought, maybe not so bad. Went to the back and there was this HUGE Home Depot sized warehouse which didnt seem to have any particular theme at all, it was like a massive eBay bonanza warehouse. (currently work in a home renovation warehouse). Ok what gives man... At this point I start realizing that before all of this I was just sitting in my room (before I went to sleep, heheh) and instead of just figuring out that I was dreaming, I started screaming at them, "what is all of this? I don't even remember coming here! what year is this? It was just 09/23/08!" I'm all thinking that I suffered some kind of amnesia, and they're telling me its been 2 years since then. That we're now in the post apocalypse. All of the sudden there some hard knocking on the front door and all of my friends scatter in the warehouse. "Open the door, NOW! Open up!" Oh great, they tricked me into tresspassing or trying to steal something, now the police are here... So I figure that the cops probably have the place surrounded already, and being an overweight smoker theres no way in heck I'm going to manage fleeing this place, and I'm already ticked off at my friends so I might as well rat them all out for a reduced sentence. So I let the guy in, and it's Ronnie Cordova from the sockbaby.com martial arts/comedy series. He's all sweating bullets, freaking out and ranting about how we have to get out of here, now, with his hair slicked back dressed in his aviator sunglasses and leisure suit. Huh? What the heck is a P.I. doing here? Shouldn't he be protecting the Sockbaby? Where's Burger? So Ronnie Cordova now sprints out the front exit of the store. *shrug* I go back into the warehouse to try and find out where those buggers are who even tricked me into coming here are, and why I don't remember anything for the past 2 years. Now the warehouse is infested by rats and dire rats. And not only that, they appear to be the NWN dire rats that for no good reason have demonic voices and scream "your soul is mine!" all echoey and stuff. I look down and I'm completely naked and unarmed... eeep! I run around the massive random item warehouse looking for ANYTHING that can be used as a weapon, a blunt object, anything, but the prospects look grim. Baby-wets-herself dolls, placemats, pirated DVDs, and finally, aha! Tiny 2 inch pocket knives! "what the heck, 1d4 is 1d4" I distinctly remember saying aloud. I sprint around stabbing the smallest of the rats with it, pinning them down and twisting as they go "eeee! eee! eeeee!". I finally come across a pallete of concert T-shirts in the warehouse, Blind Guardian I think, and think to myself... "aha! Now I just need some pants!" and scour the place until I find a pair of cargo shorts and a pair of sandals. Not much, but at least the rats dont get a clean shot on my bum... I'm still wary about kicking them unless I find some decent shoes though, (rabies!) and that would be so much easier than getting on all fours and stabbing them with a 2 inch blade. In fact, I dont even know why I wasnt just punching them. N00bly equipped in the worst sense ever, I then stumble upon the motherload crate... cheaply made swords! The kind that say "made in china" on them, that you'd typically find in a spencers or RPG shop and you could likely sunder with a broomstick. Ah well! better than the 2 inch pocket knife. So I appropriately pocket the pocket knife and pick out the best flimsy, poorly constructed, unsharpened sword for myself in my main hand, and run around with another the same size in my offhand, not so much to use, but just in case I run into any allies in the warehouse, like my friends who were hiding. The rest of the dream devolved into hacking apart dog-sized, demonic voiced dire rats. I think I might have made level two. The moral of the story? Don't fall asleep right after playing NWN and watching sockbaby online while you're househunting, especially if you work in a warehouse for a living. That combination just isn't good for your mental health.
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« on: September 23, 2008, 04:22:01 pm »
In reference to the pending case here... http://forums.layonara.com/disputes-grievances-request-reimbursements/195272-iradril-arkenrahel-good-evil-shift-back-good-pending.htmlI post here seperately as to not interfere with the flow of the debate and logs and documentation from the people who were actually there, though wanted to address the morality behind the situation. When is it an evil act to kill an evil dark elf who is currently in the process of torturing somebody? This dark elf was actively whipping Iradril's friends he was sworn to protect. Maybe if Iradil had stopped by the body to torture it in return I would see that as evil, but he simply refused to give her aid. Goodly clerics are SUPPOSED to do this when they come across goodly people of other faiths heretical to their gods, Toranites and Lucindites aren't likely to raise eachother or even bless eachother. A Lucindite of good faith is likely to leave a Corathite to bleed to death in a ditch, good riddance. Would a Prunillite really go out of their way to heal a dying Pyrtechite who had a history of setting their barn on fire? Deity opposition and religious oaths aside, and simply a moral measure... would it really be so wrong to not heal somebody who was killed in self defense? Say you were walking your girlfriend home and a mugger hopped out of the bushes, drew a blade and started threatening to rape and murder her with it. If you or your GF then grabbed the knife from his hand and stabbed him in the neck with it, causing a mortal wound, and you knew that he was a member of a local gang who called this area their turf, who would gladly slaughter you and she both in response were lurking nearby, are you really going to stop and apply first aid? NO! You get the heck out of there and protect the person you love first and foremost! If that guy didnt deserve a knife in his neck, he wouldnt have ben waving it at you in the first place! For a good person, heck for all people, the primary concern is with the ones you love, family and friends. Now dark elves are at a level of evil above and beyond most serial murderers. This is pounded into our heads again and again, they are eeevil, killed on sight in the goodly city, and we are in a perpetual state of war with them. So when you have the Layonaran equivalent of a Richard Ramirez eater of babies dark elf in the process of trying to torture or kill one of your allies, I have trouble seeing simply not healing them as anything more than a neutral act, possibly good. Does Indiana Jones get evil points when he shoots the nazi who is torturing his father, or grinds up the Kali worshipping slavedriver who was beating Short Round? Do Hempstead guards get evil points when they obey the law that says "kill dark elves on sight, regardless of temperment or reason for being there?" Think about it, Iradril is deemed as acting evil in this case for simply not healing a dark elf which tortured his friends that was nearly killed in self defense. What does this speak for the guards who it is their sworn duty to kill on sight every dark elf they spot? Does that make all Hempsteadians "evil" for not standing up, drawing their weapons and facing down the guards to protect the dark elf? If you do nothing while you see a guard kill somebody on sight who you've seen do nothing wrong, its not considered evil, and yet if you simply dont heal somebody who was just seen by you torturing your friend and who had a city of like-minded dark elves nearby who would kill you and your friends for sheer pleasure, is it really evil just to simply do nothing and let them die? Furthermore, they were on a somewhat clandenstine operation. In order to save their country and possibly the free world, they need to infiltrate this place. What about the FBI man who wears a wire and witnesses a mob shooting? He could either try to do his job gathering evidence and take down this murdering mob boss and his entire organization so they wont be able to kill again, or he could blow his cover and immediately start performing first aid on the informant they just shot. How long do you think he would live after that? Will he suffer a loss of his soul in simply not getting himself killed for the ill-concieved sake of kneejerk emotional morality? Does this make every protaganist in a John Woo film... evil? These people were on a mission trying to save lives and potentially the world. An evil evil dark elf who we are told constantly should be killed on sight for all that is good got killed only after showing her obvious foul temperment and intent to cause suffering to perfect strangers. If refusing to heal this dark elf was an evil act, then I would charge much of the same to every Lucindite who refuses to raise or heal a Toranite, and every Voraxian who would refuse to heal a Grandite from near death. The only possible way I could see Iradril as being evil in this instance were if he was unsatisfied with simply letting the evil, vile, abusive dark elf die, and were to heal her back simply to torture her for hours on end, or at least defile her body. If he simply took no action, and didnt even try to finish the job, then he acted in this case with more compassion and mercy than the Hempstead guards or any member of the Mistonian Military would have done. Are the latter two groups then officially... "evil"? In my opinion, only a VERY diehard fanatic follower of Azatta or Aeriden would see evil here, and they are the absolute extremes of good to the point of martyrdom. When clergy of LG Vorax would gladly "put her out of her misery", a Lucindite would shrug and move on, and Captain Trent, the bastion of goodness with a heart of gold (or so his description says) would do far worse, then I would compare all of these to Iradril and conclude that this was no evil act. It was the act of a person with above a 6 intelligence score who didnt want to blow his whole mission and get his entire party killed out of fanatical moralist protest. Now if there was something in his emote like he laughed coldy or kicked the body as it bled to death, that is evil RP. I didnt see any of that in the logs. Now I know evil. Gloom would have bound her up, healed her and sold her to Kartharian pleasure slavers or made her join a deep dwarven city's chain gang mining salt for the next 800 years... or if he took it personally would have tortured her until she begged Sulterio for mercy then laughed "Mercy? Sulterio has no mercy!" and killed her anyway with a terrifyied expression on her face. Grovel would have cut off her arms and legs, eaten them, fed the rest back to her so she could taste how yummy dark elves were, and tortured her over the course of several years to teach him elven while she was chained to a wall in some remote cavern, feeding her little more than tube grubs and moldy water for sustainance. THATS evil. Bjorn would have probably just shrugged and let her be, Earl would have probably finished the job and punted her head over the walls to send a message to the rest, Kor would have probably eaten her, but more out of hunger and practicality than out of spite, and Farros would have probably healed her back, but only to ransom her to the highest bidder. Dark elves are evil, pity them not. They seriously are the kinds of people that will slaughter a surfacer's baby in the crib just because their bored, and murder their own parents in order to advance in political stature. If they weren't then their alignments wouldnt be so restricted when making them!
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« on: August 13, 2008, 05:00:47 pm »
In the event of my own death or long term disappearance, these are the very public and collective wills of all my characters. ----------------------------------------------------------------- Bjornigar Ironguts: Everything goes to Willy Catpaw/C.Pooser, especially the house. The House will NEVER go to Muhkuman, and he just has to suffer with only having one... if in any case WIlly or a future owner try to give it to him, it will be reappropriated by the state and turned into an orphanage, and for no other purpose. If this is unnaceptable to the real estate office of Leringard, then it will be burned down to the ground in response by said orphans. Kahzrag Gloom: All properties are to be reabsorbed by the city of Prantz Farros Galdor: All to go to Skabot Redwulf. If he is already dead, it goes to Az Ptol. In either case scenario, the body shall go to Az Ptol for reanimation so that even should Farros die, his legend will go on as the best dressed eternal undead ever. Earl Frogstomper: everything given to Tritherion Kor Gromak: All assets liquidated to go towards a single solitary Tent Temple of Grand which in game should realistically cost little more than two bearskins and a dozen sticks and a bowl to bleed into. Grovel Foaming Wolf: all assets to be gambled for by the goblin crew, Mangle-Or, Nonac Shadow Wolf and Warsinger. The body is to be devoured by the same.
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« on: July 27, 2008, 08:26:50 am »
Now that the standard submission is rejected unless it has around 3-6 pages in length and enough historical Lore fact-checking on par with a college level research paper, I feel we've drifted away from the family environment we once used to have. How many children under 12 could possibly get a character submitted these days without multiple revisions and requests for clarity that even their own English teachers wouldn't critique so harshly? Skabot and myself are college educated and were heavy into Lit Courses, so it doesn't phase us so much. Yet some of our friends IRL, aged 19, 30 and 50-something could only get their submissions approved with extensive help from us proofreading, annotating, rephrasings, cross-checking, etc. This is somewhat disturbing. If an 8 year old really wanted to play here, he couldn't. flat out. If a 10-year old ME wanted to play here, I couldn't. I'd get too fed up with the process. I'd have to be around 12 or older, judging from my notebook collection of assorted fiction I wrote back over the years, and I scored a perfect verbal score on my SATs. We need to lighten up. I'm curious, what's the youngest age of any player on this server who's ever gotten to log in without somebody else having to write their bio for them? It's already getting hard enough on grown ups. I know we would like to have every single character have the perfect awesome submission which sticks to the Lore with 100% accuracy and for every newcomer to sit down and read the near-300 page handbook in its entirety, but plenty others would also like to just be able to play a video game.
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« on: July 24, 2008, 04:07:57 am »
Aye, its that time again. This time I managed to saw off about 1/3 of my primary hand's forefinger's fingerprint while practicing carpentry. (the mouse clicker finger!) So aye, the other 2/3 of it was full of splinters. But I managed to cleanse it with alcohol and then tape it mostly back together with a bandaid. It now sits into place without flopping off and the pain is now an overwhealming numbness. While I can type, its accuracy is rather dubious at this point.  On the plus side, the FBI knows me slightly less now.
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« on: June 30, 2008, 03:45:31 pm »
This weekend my 96 Explorer finally kicked the bucket for good. It was pretty impeccable timing as well, just as I was ready to buy a new car due to the gas prices. Friday night I loaded it up with things to bring home to visit the folks, went to the gas station, filled er up to the brim, parked it, ran inside to go stock up on smokes for the trip, and tried to rev it up. *whir whir whir... ROAR! BOOOOOM!"* The RPMs bottomed out to 0, the radiator gauge went red, the pedals and wheel locked up, the engine went fully dead with no belt activity whatsoever, and the only things left working were the interior lights and radio which were powered by the car battery. As for everything else that made it a car, they all went kaput. So I tore the plate off, grabbed my things and got a ride out to the dealership, and bought the new 2008 Toyota Scion XB for around $18,000. Scion xB - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia Egads I love this car. It's all boxy and ugly on the outside, but the inside is so roomy I can finally sit up straight without my 6'6" self feeling like a sardine in a can. The newer models come with a mp3/wma cd player and external Ipod jacks, and the ride home was a sweet 32mpg highway miles. Sad as I was to see the Explorer go, at 240,000 miles and 12 years put into it, I literally drove it into the dirt. I only wish it had died *before* I pumped that 70 bucks of gas into it! Ah well, it's being picked up any day now from the gas station parking lot for charity. I figure that with all the Explorers that the local police department have on the streets, they could use another frame, even if the engine's shot. It's not like they ever kill a car from miles, they just keep ramming them into suspects who fail to pay their protection money... er, insurance. I'm also keeping the reciept so any time I get pulled over for going 32 in a 30 so I can show them a copy and sarcastically tell them to thank me for their squad car, lol.
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« on: June 27, 2008, 04:06:07 pm »
As to not sidetrack another thread, I'm starting an entirely new one. As the original poster of this thread, I would also ask that all "this thread is getting off topic" statements be stricken lest they be uttered by myself exclusively. Let's keep it clean, so no shots below the belt, no flames and no zingers, just good honest discussion! heheh. --------------- @ Acacea
Suggestions have been made regarding the current incarnation of "WL." However, we're not doing anything to change it right now, if it even gets changed.
I can say that it's not a death blow. Instead, it's a recognition that there's more built into being a WL than just character advancement. So if you pursue WL, we sort of assume you want all the other OOC stuff that goes with it. And it's a cool thing to go for. But you can, like Jennara, just focus on IC stuff. I don't think it's a broken system, just not very well understood or acknowledged... and far too often it's used as a line-definer of whether or not a player can even *try* to do something. I just don't like when basic suggestions for creating a custom magic item or inventing a new spell are immediately met with "oh well, they were WL's, that's different", as if to say that one NEEDS 21 levels and global recognition to do any of the basic tasks of their profession! Is there seriously some Juggernaught of a Golem in the Goranite Patent Office that squishes mid level inventors? "Raaagh! Thou art too puny to make the Slinky!" *squoosh* Somebody wants to create a magic staff so their giant can use a "wand", and even suggesting that he make an item geared for his level is met with "not till yer 21st and done a WLCDQ, son..." A 15th level mage suddenly can't invent a 1st level spell by sole virtue of how many things he's killed. It no longer matters about the time and effort or RP behind it, just some arbitrary hurdle tossed out there. Just because Alantha and Bra'acur chose to make spells for their WLCDQ rewards does not mean that every single person below 21st level are forbidden to pursue inventing things in spellcraft! "Thou hast made the 12th level giant wand, lightning smites thee from the heavens and the splinters thrust into thine eyes!" I just don't think Lucinda's that crazy. I think for lesser scoped things like making a +1 vampiric shortsword or a fireball that's blue and uses ice, the WLCDQ quest item reward shouldn't be the ONLY option available. Maybe if you wanted wings, a better than yew magic harp, a higher level spell, (6-9th) or the like, but it shouldn't arbitrarily replace the regular 1-20th level CDQ. Those should have level-appropriate quest rewards as well, and have in the past, long ago. Another qualm with that particular system is that far too often people wind up not playing that character any more, making them World Leaders in seclusion. It's in the very bylines of the WL description on the forums that dictate one must be ACTIVE in their WL status, yet most of the names I read off the list I haven't seen in months, some in years. Borrowing examples from FR, Hallister Blackcloak might be almost as powerful as a god, but he is not even close to a World Leader. King Breunor, Fzoul Chembryl, Queen Allundrial, Volothorp the Bard, Manshoon... they fit the mold more readily. As for most of the WL quests in my journal, I only ever got to flag down Ozy and Plenarious to tell their tales. The others like Legodia's quest or the one to find out about the Lumbral I've had gathering dust for at least 2-3 rl years now... decades in game time! They either are never logged in at all, or they get annoyed that I ask them about it, even though there's some persistant quest giver sending people to them. With Ozy gone now, that least only 1/4 of the WL quests currently active, thankfully Plen is very good about holding campfire sessions from time to time and is pretty patient with those asking questions. Major kudos to Orth on that token. I can understand RL taking over, having to take a few months off, etc... but when one is a World Leader to the point where there's a persistant quest giver telling people to seek them, and they've been MIA for decades of game time, perhaps then they are no longer considered World Leaders. When somebody's the high priest of a faith or the highest ranking druid, they owe it to the players of those faiths and classes to step down if they're ever gone for over a decade of game time, in my opinion. As for these WL quests, we should maybe phase most of the current ones out and make new ones for currently active World Leaders to take over. It's somewhat overwhealming for a new player to constantly be searching one who is afk for years at a time. Let the new batch of WLs tell their tales.
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