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Auruphen

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  • Birthday August 4

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    Grendor Builder

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  1. Didn't realize how much LotC makes Minecraft more enjoyable until the server downtime. Haha.

  2. LotC could take some notes from Runescape; just a thought.

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    2. Auruphen

      Auruphen

      Their combat system and their skill system for the most part. In general, just the mechanics and system of Runescape. It may take away from some role-play, but I think that is a small compromise for some of the smoothest, most needed, and, quite honestly, one of the coolest features that could be added. I just think it would help to kind of base some of the features of Runescape and replicate them to a "Minecraft version."

    3. Pius

      Pius

      Unfortunately, runescape is being forced to scrape the barrel as far as membership. Runescape is not a model for games to follow; a game ought to strive for freedom for the players - not restriction.

    4. Auruphen

      Auruphen

      Yes, but there is still much to do as a free member. I simply mean their mechanics, not their staff or community treatment, just pure mechanics.

  3. Please make an automated lockpicking system. . .

  4. And so the Heroes Hollow Tavern and Tea Counter fall to the new Abresi act. . . Long live one of the best taverns the Realm has ever known. It shall be remembered. . . And it shall return!

  5. The Heroes Hollow Tavern now contains a Tea Counter for the more classy and sophisticated class of persons. The Tavern now has multiple teas with the health regeneration affect along with High Wine--also containing health regeneration. We also sell rum and whiskey!

    1. Aptrotta

      Aptrotta

      The Lord High Treasurer screams "Nub!"

    2. Auruphen

      Auruphen

      "I am sorry?

  6. We just recently began production on a new mead called Faerie Dark. This powerful drink will heighten your senses and if you aren't careful, could produce some hallucinations.

  7. The Heroes Hollow Tavern and Inn is a very popular place in Abresi. Come to Abresi, if you are not already there, and step into this warm Tavern! The fire is warm and the seats are free!

  8. The new Abresi Clinic is now built and operational to the fullest for any injured soldiers or sick peasants! Built by Greytower Lock and Architecture Co.

  9. Philips is sad to hear you say such wretched things about him.
  10. Philips is a figure, an icon, a strange skull at that. He often talks to Grendor as a friend, an enemy, a frustrated spirit. Grendor, so immersed in his work and skill level as an architect has never had the Social Skill level of that of a Jester or even a peasant. He is often seen as a fool, a hound, a genius too real for his own self good. Many have strayed far to keep from him but others, the more adventurous goers, the ones that had given him the opportunity to reveal a somewhat delightful side to his otherwise repulsive personality have accepted him an his ways into their very own life. The first, more by force than by self choice, was Philips. Philips was once a Clay-Maker. He was just above the average man in his craft but far from the best. He worked often for the King, in his older years, and had seen many of them fall and rise. He had watched the Kings grow mad, become heroes, or rise to the Thrones only to be destroyed by the very foundation on which they built. He was a quiet old man, physically younger for his years and never seemed to grow past the age of sixty-three; he wore the facial blemishes of an old man, but the muscle strength and qualities of a younger. He was wise, being the age far past one-hundred, and had learned a lot. Philips lived in a small monastery just outside the Capitol and lived among the Monks. He attended the prayers and services but had different feelings and beliefs towards blindly following a being never to be seen. None-the-less, he was fond of them as they to him. He lived apart from the rest of the Monks: he did not like the idea of sharing a room with twenty other men and felt he would desire privacy at some moments. So, to appeal to the requests of the old Clay-Maker, the Monks cleared out the Courier House that they stored all of the letters send to the Capitol or other larger towns surrounding. He liked the small home and made it his own by setting up small figurines of clay: children, horses, families, pipes, and other tinkers he would create in times when he was not employed. Philips traveled a lot, being the created of fine pottery and other decor, and had once come across a man with a strange vial of a clear substance. The man said that it would animate anything smaller than a hand and nothing more. The Clay-Maker was thrilled at the idea of his wonderful little community of clay being able to interact with him; as if they were his own family. He then returned to his home with the vial of Animant and was eager to try it on his friends. He pored the Animant over one of the boys: one with knightly clothing and a small wooden sword with detailed, fine runes embedded in the clay sword. The boy ran and jumped around and attacked the other clay figures. The Clay-Maker immediately took the boy and punished him by dipping him in small goblet with wine inside. The boy became motionless and looked as though the life in him had been drained to the very last remains, never to be seen again. The Clay-Maker grew sad at the result and set the boy down, gently. After a while Philips just loathed around his small home and say by the hearth, away from the Monks and the cold Winter air. He took the goblet and pored the whole thing into his mouth and swallowed with disgust as the wine tasted very sickly and gross. He stumbled around and walked out of the home into the white abyss, blinded by the brightness of the snow. He marched on, going to a place he had not known and walked for days and days until his body had reached exhaustion. He collapsed onto the ground and bowed his head. He spoke a small prayer he remembered and fell onto the soft, glistening snow. Years had passed and Philips lay there, motionless yet somewhat alive. His body had long gone except for one: a round, grey, perfectly shaped skull that had seemed to frown somehow but lacked the capability for facial expression. It lay there, frowning at the trees and animals, seeing through the charade of life and witnessing the truth of all. Grendor had been treking across the lands, searching for Schoolmen to learn the teachings of Architecture and mathematics only taught by few in the Realm. He had come across Philips while smoking his long, dark wooden pipe. He took the skull and thought it a beauty, perfectly shaped and a warm grey tone seemed to radiate from the figure. He stuffed it into his bag and continued on, smoking his pipe. Days after he had come across the skull and had forgotten it had been in his bag, whispers came from the skull: insults to Grendor, compliments on the writings that lay within his bag, and other speakings that were quite unpleasant. Grendor removed the skull and held it in his hands, listening to the whispers. He whispered back insults about him lacking a body or attractive features and the skull shouted back at him indescribable things. Grendor tossed the skull into the woods and looked back in his back for a journal. He often felt it soothing to write about his adventures for not many would listen. He took the journal and began writing. As he had finally come to the conclusion of his entry, an old, dusty voice came from within his bag asking to read the writing. "I want to know what you are saying about me so that it may be a heroic tale of the Great Clay-Maker Philips!" Grendor reached into his bag as he set his book down on a log and found that the skull lay there, looking back with a frown. "How are you hear?" he asked as he took the skull from the bag. "I threw you into the forest, yet here you are, spouting out nonesense about your great, mystical powers as a dirty bone of a man that played with clay." "Why are you so relaxed about conversing with bone? Are you a daft, do you not have the brains of a small child?" the Skull said, snapping his jaw around. "You sure are a mean little head," Grendor replied as he dropped the skull next to the book. "How can you see, anyway? You haven't got any eyes." "Magyk?" the Skull said, trying to move closer to the words that lay on the page. "How am I talking and alive? How could I possibly be here if I don't even have shoulders? What else could it possibly be? I was just an Old Clay-Maker; a damn good one at that. I drank some nasty wine and here I am, talking to a daft." "So, you are a magykal Wizard that took the form of a skull?" Grendor asked. "Yes, Boy, I am a great and powerful Wizard that can only be summoned by the blessings of women and wine!" The Skull read the entry and sighed. "You don't even know my own name. Isn't it obvious? I shouted the Great and Powerful Philips! How could you not gather at least that much information?" the Skull said, mockingly. "All right, Great and Powerful Wizard. Your name is Philips, mine is Grendor H'ghar-Builder!" he said, proud of the name. "Is that a relation to Tom Builder II? Are you his daft son?" "No, it was given to me by my father, a stone mason." "He must have made the prettiest rocks in all the land," Philips said as he tried to hop around. "Yes, he did. He also had arms, legs, wine, and a beautiful wife, living a happy life with an entire body and never resorted to talking to daft young Elves," Grendor said, frustrated as he shoved Philips deeply into the bag and continued through the thick forest.
  11. I have begun construction on the "Treasury" building for Myster Geminine in Abresi. I must hurry to finish for I feel I have a wonderful idea for the project.

    1. Aptrotta

      Aptrotta

      Harrison Geminine smiles. "I cant wait to see it. Keep it up the good work, Gallmore needs a head architect "

  12. I feel the fighting system could use some improvement.

  13. All right, I don't find it fair that just because I chose the word "Grey" to take a place in my company name that I am "shunned" because I am "disrespecting the royal name of Gray." G-r-a-y. It isn't even spelled the same way.

    1. mmat

      mmat

      At least you're spelling it correctly.

    2. ayresalex

      ayresalex

      gray vs grey go

    3. Auruphen

      Auruphen

      Also, I mean, how many people have "

      Grey" in their name? Almost every other person; come on, man.

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