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  1. Legend of Zelda - Breath Of The Wild There’s a large open and interactive world to explore and plenty of adventure to be had. I’d be chuffed at having the chance to return with a Sheikah slate, the abilities of the four champions, a Hylian shield and even the Master Sword.
  2. “I’m here again,” he muttered, a familiar cold wind brushing again his face. It was the same dream as last time; how it made his night restless. A battering blizzard, cruel and cold. Rickard had never thought of himself as a man with irrational fears, but even now he could feel the sweat upon his forehead. He could feel the shivers running down his spine. This immaterial, this dream… it felt so… life-like… The scion of Kovac wasn’t without his wounds - years of tedious political intrigue, raging wars and all manner of dark creatures had all left their physical blows. Yet, Rickard didn’t like to complain; a man of northern stock was bred to face hardships, even embrace them. But even so, the physical scars and the mental scars were very different things; one was far more crippling than the other. “Why do I come back here, every time?” he asked himself. “Do I doubt myself, or am I lost?” Of course, he could expect no answer. This was a dream after all and he was talking to himself. There was no one here to answer him, not even if he shouted with all the air in his lungs. There was no one... “Bravo, you actually answered both of those questions correctly, Rickard.” A voice crept across the snowy tundra that was Rickard’s mind - a cold landscape, unbreaking and pure. It felt so familiar to him. It was childish in nature. It echoed from afar… Then there, blinking through the snowy blizzard, a faint light danced across the ice. “Who’s there?” the Ascended inquired, to no reply. The fire brightened as he walked closer; orange flames sparked and burned upon spruce logs and dry timber. Yet, it was small, hardly enough to warm a single person, never mind a group. However, much to his surprise, this fire was actually occupied, though its warmth was swiftly evaporating. The boy sat before him, planted in the snow, was a youth of clear noble stock. He was grubby in the face, perhaps a little battered, but still carried sharp and perhaps even handsome features. The cold had without a doubt eaten away at his body; he was a skinny thing, plumped up by large fine-furs; no doubt a Hansetian bear cloak, which shielded most of his head from the elements. Rickard admittedly was clueless. He had encountered no one else in this dream, at least not until now. “Who are you…?” he asked, sitting himself down by the dying light. The boy’s deep-green eyes stared upon the Ascended. “When did these nightmares start, Rickard? Before of after Victoria’s death?” Those words stun and left Rickard dazed. He had mourned for as long as he should’ve, as any loving husband would, but admittedly, his heart felt incomplete with her passing. “Spare me the agitation. Answer my question!” he spoke with rage, to which the stranger replied unfazed. “First you answer my own, then I shall consider showing you the same decency.” The impudence! This was a blow to Rickard’s pride, being dominated within his own mind. But still, he knew that sometimes in order to find the answers, something must be given in return. Many had contributed to the Ascended’s relatively new sense of self-restraint; more often than not, he reflected on the teachings of his mentor, Elvira. How she would disapprove were her adopted-grandson to break down now... “Yes… I miss her. She was the only person in my life who could complete me; I wouldn’t be here were it not for her. But, now that’s she’s gone, I don’t know what to do. A day doesn’t go by when I don't doubt myself...” He had answered the question, now he would wait. Strangely enough, though the cold was bitter and sure to sap the happiness from all those present, the boy’s expression broke into a smile. Then, without a murmur or complaint, he lowered the fur cowl that had sheltered his head from the frost. Now, everything was clear, the youngster's now-visible flaxen locks linking the dots. The voice, that face, those eyes and now his hair… Everything was so much clearer; it left the Ascended both puzzled and yet… amused. “Come now, isn’t it obvious?” the boy then asked. “I think I’ll stay, for just a little longer,” he resolved. The boy acknowledged this, adding another log to the fire, refueling the flame. “Stay as long as you wish, it is your mind after all.” And so, Rickard sat in silence. Then he chuckled. He chuckled for quite a while. It was obvious, this entire time. How did it take him so long to figure this out? There was no one there. He was talking to himself…
  3. “It seems the bastard line of Ivanovich can’t go half a century without self-proclaiming themselves the Kings of Ruska,” Rickard would comment.
  4. Ser Viktor Kovachev looked down from the Seven Skies, frowning upon the disappointment that he once called his homeland.
  5. Removing emote colours is stupid. You’re expecting people to fork out money just to colour some text in chat. We actively use them for roleplay purposes and its a nice little niche feature for players to express character morality or traits. For example, a kinder individual might use light blue, or a generally more chaotic individual might use a darker red.
  6. What a mess of a tab. Devs taking matters into their own hands as per usual.

  7. Rickard sighed, noticing no such mention of his name or service in the long history of the Kingdom. Still, he expected no such courtesy; his own people had already broken faith with him long ago...
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    1. Babadooks


      damn ur salty

  9. Viktor Kovachev rolls in his grave, disgusted by those who’d dishonour the name of a once great family.
  10. Great, PVP buffs are back. Get ready for another round of race exploitation in warclaims.

    1. Archbishop


      there are no personas/races in warclaims/war server

  11. Since his earliest days as an Ascended, Rickard often stopped mid-pace in admiration of Victoria. His time as an Ascended had been comforted by her presence; to Rickard, it felt like the Archaengul incarnate stood by his side. He could never forget the day they made their vows to one another; he promised to stay by her side until the realm blinked out of existence. He had failed to do so, or at least, that’s what he felt. “I’m sorry, Victoria. I should’ve been there with you…” Rickard, in truth, was no stranger to death. He had lost countless battle-brothers and outlived the prodigy of his line many times over. Yet, for the first time in what may have been decades, his heart ached. For the first time since his days as the staunch Duke of Carnatia, he felt incomplete. “Papa, have youse seen mommy?” Tristan asked his father. Those words echoed in his mind. Victoria and Rickard’s second child, Tristan; he was the last remnant of Victoria in this world. Grieved, he lifted the boy onto his shoulders, looking out upon the bay of Llyria. How would he explain this to his son? Would such a young and innocent child be capable of bearing the pain of loss? @pundimonium “Tristan, your mother… She won’t be coming back.” Having mustered the courage to say it, the boy’s inquisitive eyes bore that all too familiar gaze of confusion. “But in her absence, we must be here for one another. You must honour your mother; I expect you to uphold her memory.” It was no easy task, but it had to be done. Despite all of Rickard’s grievances, he had a family to provide for and a legacy to continue. His duty as an Ascended demanded that he uphold the covenants of his order. But one thing he resolved above all else: he would never forget Victoria; forever, he would cherish the love they once had. The love they still have...
  12. Appealing to staff bias? Sounds like the players are trying to excuse their own behaviour by pinning the blame on moderators. 

    1. Lionbileti


      To be fair the decision made is completely incompetent. You guys have nothing to lose in this warclaim, id understand if you were defending and your entire nation was at risk but literally nothing is at your risk. 

    2. Gilded


      I’m not on the Marnan side @Lionbileti, and tbh, they’re not much better. The way I see it, both parties have taken this conflict personally.


      So I must ask - what’s the point in all this if you’re not doing it for roleplay?

  13. Rickard would scoff, disappointed to see his name exploited by hypocrites. “By this time the House of Horen-Marna bent the knee to Renatus. They endorsed that attack.”
  14. As I have said in the past, I believe the major problem at the moment is the lack of communication from the Story Team. A feedback thread like this one has long been overdue for quite some time. Overall, I agree largely with what @Vindicant has said. I believe more work needs to be put into working with the playerbase (especially loreholders) and considering player opinion, rather than dictating policy based on personal whim. To me magic is fairly functioning in a balanced form, and the few kinks that do exist can be ironed out with a more constructive lore system.
  15. Flam: Have people go through 6 months of rewriting lore to his new specifications.

    Also Flam: A few months later - States all lore will undergo a rewrite again for his new new specifications.

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    2. Demotheus


      Maybe all magic is getting an ascended treatment where you track man's and spells cost this or that

    3. Farryn


      Maybe but I’m going to check with the ST and see if the Ascended will be falling into this area also. It doesnt feel right to expect us to just rewrite our magic a month after the new rewrite we worked 6 months on got accepted/

    4. Mavromino


      If you haven't performed a rewrite at least once every 3 months you're doing it wrong. 

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