Bircalin

I'm in full support for this. Winter seems to have little to no effect, I'd love to see the duration increased far more than what it currently is. Who said our seasons have to have even lengths, anyway?

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.

Locked as per request.

That's unnecessary.

Nah, I originally just said plain ol' "Quite" then had to add the rest.

Quite. Don't start whining, please. Edit: Every post trying to slander the other side will receive a warn from this point on - cut it out.

Vartuul stands idle in the centre of the muffling crowd, whiskered voices whispering to one another wistfully over Lorei's words. With the sun's eventual setting he lifted his thick paw to the flimsy rim of his worn, leather hat, lifting it from his flickering ears to rest at his side. His muzzle twitches naturally as he listens, glancing down to think to himself before nodding shortly, muttering. "Vawrtuul cawn'ah gawther thu awther heedhawnters fawr hawnting sacreefices'ah..." He nods a second time in affirmation with himself, glancing about for Bahlo, Simboo and Qanar to beckon them for a quiet gathering. The Headhunter would be ready to go to work once more.

The Ranger, on his travels through Ivybend, a place he can always call home, happens upon the decrepit pieces of parchment with a dark scowl beneath his mask. "They've made their choice..." He growls beneath his breath, fastening the bow over his back securely as he swipes one of the texts from its place and marches.

All that could be said here has already been said by all of those that could possibly pour their hearts out to Lasa. Regardless, I'll repeat, my heart goes out to his family and friends - nothing can fill the void left behind by events like this. Rest in peace, Lasa.

Gotta' admit, I loved reading that.

Bircalin sits at the comfortable tavern in Lin'ame, a sheet of paper splayed over the bar as he puts quill-to-parchment. "This is being written from the very home of the Mali'ame kin, and arguably the joint home of all Mali. Lin'ame is located quite literally beside Healun'or, you can find solace there."

first

I fight the good fight.

Second.

The reason so many mobs have been spawned to defend is always to correspond with how many people are trying to attack an area that would be better served for a future event. In the past, the excuse has been as cheap as to say "There is gas here, you can't enter" and that was that. Rather, the team procure hordes of mobs, which isn't as easy as it looks given each mob and style of mob requires different commands to be entered again and again. Mistakes are bound to be made, I'd hope that can be appreciated when certain Event Team members have quite literally spent entire days online just to make sure every player that wants some interaction, gets some. We are all trying our best, every single one of us, on the Event Team, to be online, to make things fun for every single player and to give you, and us as players, the best story we've had yet. So far, the cooperation we've had from non-staff members has been beautiful. I've been so glad to see the players really uniting to join together so we can all just have some good ol' fashioned events and pass the time. On my own behalf, I apologise for any inconveniences we may have caused any players that were not due, as I'm sure every member on the team would agree. Let's just pass through this one, final day and make a damn good ending for Anthos' storyline, eh?

Would you rather the races walked up to a portal after killing some mobs all day and found 4.0 that way? Or would you rather they actually do something story oriented?