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*SIGHS*
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As PRO, I approve of this if possible. Long walk is long.
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1 minute ago, Imi said:
Why was this not ever a thing in the first place? This is needed.
0It has been a thing. Protocol isn't being followed though.
A build was torn down then a region made and PRO of that region given to someone without contacting me by either the player or the GM involved 8 hours ago.
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Please confirm with the actual PRO when you make new sub-regions for people or expand existing regions exponentially.
This isn't the first or second time this has happened within the past three weeks.
If you do not have permission from the actual PRO of the tile or parent region, you are not meant to make regions, destroy regions, or expand regions.
It does not matter if they say they have permission, get hard evidence of this permission from the PRO before acting.
It is dreadfully annoying to see land I had to spend 70k on now chopped up and split by people that should not have this land or expansions in the first place. Then I'm told nothing can be done about it because people have moved in or it has secretly existed without my knowing for a few days.
I have been online for over 48hours in the past 7 days, GM's and Admins have my Skype, they have my Snapchat, you can send a forum message, and many have my teamspeak. Contact me next time.
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58 minutes ago, Leric (Td) said:
"holy ****" Blinks an incredulous Keeper
2"Well, ****." Says a tired Cleric as she leads the Keeper to the known whereabouts of these Izkuthii.
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32 minutes ago, Tsuyose said:
As in, there are multiple wards at your gates. It's just disgustingly unfair for any spook. Where's their fighting chance, ay?
0There are not multiple wards at our gates.
As stated, there is one ward at the gate. There are blessed iron bars that can come down.
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36 minutes ago, Tsuyose said:
Well, I mean, I just said I'm willing to work with them, lol. A chat has already been made, I'm not gonna **** them outta it. Nay a necessity for us to pursue this any longer, my man. I'll chat the relevance with the respective folk.
First and foremost, I haven't once denied that this wasn't to blanket the trio- I was under the impression Holy Alteration was still a universal tool, I mean, I took a gander at the Sutica Gates and witnessed a damn spectacle. Four-five wards, just sat there, all mixed together. It was absolutely abhorrent, truthfully. Secondly, incorporating it into this lore, doesn't make it any less unique, it's mostly a point of reference.
Truth be told, the only laws I'd like to incorporate into Holy Alteration universally are:
One war within the span of ten blocks, preventing a mass congregation of wards.
One enchantment per tool/item, so they aren't mixed.
0There's never been four to five wards at the gate before.
Currently, there's one ward along the gate, the same ward that is recreated and recharged since the beginning, and blessed iron bars that four clerics imbued their light into.
We've /never/ put more than one ward on something as there aren't that many clerics that even know warding within Sutica.
The only instance where a ward in Sutica could be considered "close" to another ward is when a student was learning warding and told to practice by erecting one at the tavern's doorway, which is 15-20 blocks away.
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18 minutes ago, Farryn said:
Um.. little concerned here about the clerical revamp and this lore potientally colliding as I have reworked the ward system and holy alteration for the clerics. Do not want to spoil much but I am uneased about this lore and how it may impact the ward systems tjat focus on revealling disguises of spooks, blocking the spread of land taint, and ceasing dark magic in a certain amount of blocks. As well as how this may affect the new blessing systems.
(The Clerical Revamp is going well btw - got war cleric, and the Holy Alteration systems fleshed out so I just need to add them to the new lore doc)
1While there are portions of the proposed lore that are nice, I echo Farryn's feelings.
While wards have issues, I feel like this only does the opposite of the recent movement to differentiate holy magic schools.
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“I won’t!”Loose rubble is thrown at the figure in the window’s reflection.
The glass shatters into a million small fragments.
“Come now….you know deep down what I say is true….”
The figure reappears in the adjacent window, it’s eyes burning brilliantly.
A hand reaches down, trying to grab another stone. But the figure smirks.
The fingers of her hand wretch backwards, becoming stiff as stone.
“Enough of that.”
Her hand grasps the wrist covered in the dirty cloth with the crimson stain.
“Why…...this is wrong! This isn’t the way!”
Her eyes follow the figure in her reflection walks between the mirrors, coming to settle closer towards her.
“Even the most skilled artist knows when a piece of work is too far gone and hopes of salvaging it are wasted….when they can begin anew….upon a blank canvas….perfect….untouched…..pure.”
Her head shakes at the words, her dry throat swallowing painfully. Her eyes look to the portraits and paintings of those of the city.
“They can change…...they have the ability to become better...to save this world from itself.”
The figure cackles. “You can’t even say that without forcing the lies from your own lips. You know very well that they do not understand what is at stake. You….you are doing them a service by ending it swiftly than letting them suffer...suffer like you have.”
Her head dips in defeat. Her hands stop struggling as she hobbles over towards the destroyed portraits, a single one’s frame only slightly burned.
Her hands run over the frame and the backing while her eyes remain fixated on the onyx hair and blue eyes staring back at her.
The smallest smile spreading on her cracked and bleeding dry lips.
“Now…” The figure’s voice whispering in her ear. “Shall we continue? Or do I need to hurt that one too to show you how serious I truly am?”
Her hand raises near the frame, golden flames burning in her palm, growing dangerously close to the image.
She places the frame down upon the burnt dresser. “No…” Her voice weak and broken. “I’ll come….just don’t hurt him….”
Her hands fall down to her sides, her head dips, and her body becomes stiff.
The figure fades from the window, like leaves in the wind.
Her head rises slowly, eyes burning with brilliant white lights that seemed to burn everything around it with its brilliance.
The gaze moves towards the frame for a moment before she picks up a satchel containing old tomes and ritualistic instruments and exits.
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Spoiler
To see the progression of this event line, check these posts:
Part Two:
Part One:The chirping of birds slipped into ears.
The dew on the forest floor seeped into torn and tattered clothing.
Sleepy sand was wiped from eyes with an unbandaged hand.
A simple yawn escaped their lips as they stretched.
A yelp breaks the calm sounds of the forest as something jabs into flesh.
Bare feet scrape the ground as a small flint and steel is removed from a pocket.
Eyes stare at the object, confused. The mind reels, searching for an answer.
But the nose twitches. The nose burns.
The start stench of a smoldering pyre causes a head to turn, to reveal the destruction caused.
Trees blackened and charred. A home’s roof caved in. The crackling of kindling burning still.
Injured are sought out quickly. But the surrounding state of the destruction shows the home’s abandoned state.
Steps backwards. Questions fill the mind. Eyes stare from the destruction to the firestarter.
Bare feet slap against the overgrowth of the forest, running from the scene.
A river embankment breaks the dense foliage. Knees hit the soft silt and mud as the chest heaves rapidly.
Eyes stare down at the flint and steel. Hands open, letting it fall into the mud.
A dirty bandaged hand with a crimson stain is unwound, revealing an infected wound.
Blackness spreads from the wound, like strands of venomous spider silk, creeping up the arm.
“No…..no…..” A voice cracks as the bandage is wound about the wound once more tightly.
The cloth is tied shut. A healthy hand runs through thinning hair and over cracking, dry skin.
A parched tongue runs over the blistering lips. The individual makes a move to sip from the river.
But the figure that stares back in their reflection is not of their own.
“Sleep well?”
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Spoiler
Part One of the on going event can be found here:
Simple steps. Small steps.
Like baking bread. Like smelting an ingot.
Simple steps. Small steps.
Like sitting on a horse. Like planting a garden.
Simple steps. Small steps.
Basic steps.
The air in the room was still. The sounds of the outside world muted by windows, not only covered with curtains, but wood.
Candles, whose long bodies once rose to the skies, now sat stubby and short from long and over use.
The scent of perspiration hung in the air as if a thick sheet lay upon one before bed.
Old tomes and notes decorated the stone floor.
Pictures and holy words look up from their low position to eyes that scanned them frantically, searching for an answer.
Eyes that were tired, bloodshot, raw, but fixed on the texts.
A hand wrapped in a white cloth that was stained crimson turns the pages as anger wells up inside, the information only repeating what had been known already for nearly a century.
A swift kick lashes outwards, sending the text skidding across the stone, ending up in a pile of her students’ theses and basic lessons.
Hands slide through thinning brown locks. Gripping. Pulling. Tight.
The head shakes as the dry tongue runs over the equally dry lips. Determination found once more.
The cloth is unwound, revealing the oozing and infected wound on the palm.
Deep breaths are taken. A brow is furrowed.
Eyes focused on the wound.
But nothing changes.
Teeth are gritted. Willpower is pushed.
But nothing changes.
Prayers are made. Curses are uttered.
But nothing changes.
Frustration hits it breaking point. Something snaps inside.
Golden flames erupt from the palm, lashing out at the shadows that fill the room.
The free hand grips the shaking wrist, trying to reign in control as the fire and flames grow higher.
The heat from the growing inferno washes over the skin as desperation forces the flames to spiral inwards into a sphere.
The fluctuating orb quivers in the palm as control begins to slip.
A panicked thrust sends it forth, crashing into the room’s wall. Portraits are destroyed, tomes torn asunder, a mirror is shattered.
Eyes stare at the destruction. Wide and fearful.
They move from the scene to the palm, oozing and infected, that twitches involuntarily.
A lump in the throat is swallowed dryly as a cloth with a crimson stain is wrapped tightly once more.
Bare feet walk carefully through the debris.
Shaking hands pick up fragments of a, seemingly, past life.
A shard of mirror is lifted, tired eyes looking into it.
But an unknown figure dominates the space, a reflection nowhere to be seen.
The mirror shard is quickly discarded. Strands of brown hair are pulled upon.
Old tomes are lifted once more into a lap as tired eyes scan them, searching once more for something lost.
Scanning over instructions. Scanning over theology.
Scanning over history. Scanning over the beginning.
Simple Steps. Small steps.
Basic steps.
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Thud. Thud. Thud.
The pickaxe slammed its pointed nose into the dark stone time and time again.
A flick of the wrist and the head drags through the loose stone, now scattered about, as tired eyes search not for traces of ore nor gem, but something more.
The tumbling of stones as the minerals are poured into a cart.
The squealing of the wheels as the cart is pushed down the long narrow tunnel with its new load.
Memories of a time when life was simple. Memories of a time when this was life.
The cart reaches the depository, the noise of the soothing forest flooding the ears.
A sharp stone is picked up and dragged across the palm, crimson flowing slowly down the wrist and forearm.
Eyes narrow on the wound. Concentration and focus pushed to its limits.
But the crimson flows still.
Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.
The leaves rustle under light steps. The solitude of the mine abandoned.
The songs of birds filling the afternoon air as the crashing of waves upon rocks are met.
Careful steps upon slippery shifting rocks as the water comes closer.
A soft whistle and the tapping of the water’s surface brings life to the calm coastline.
Playful young sea serpents rise from the crystal shallow waters, their heads tilted inquisitively
Smooth stones skid across the clear water, shimmering scales dart after them, trying to catch it.
A smile spreads as the innocent and relaxing activity comes to a close as the sun begins to set.
A white cloth that’s stained crimson is pulled from a palm.
Eyes narrow on the wound. Concentration and focus pushed to its limits.
But the crimson flows still.
Flick. Flick. Flick.
A hand shakes quickly as smoke rises from the match, candles burning brightly in the study.
Curtains are drawn about the windows, blocking the darkness of the night from invading the lit room.
An old book is picked from a shelf, a large fish with shimmering colored scales decorates the front.
Letters and notes of various importance are pushed aside, the book taking priority at this moment.
A soft breath is taken with each page turned, the words memorized yet still read aloud.
Fingers stroke the air slowly out of habit as the book is read, although only wisps of air greet their labors.
A deep sigh escapes as the book comes to a close, the memory and moment washing over.
A white cloth that’s stained crimson is pulled from a palm.
Eyes narrow on the wound. Concentration and focus pushed to its limits.
But the crimson flows still.
Perspiration drips from the forehead. Breaths become shallow and rapid.
But the crimson flows still.
Wrinkles decorate the face. Teeth clench and seethe.
But the crimson flows still.
A roar of anger is unleashed. Chaotic golden lights and flames burst from the palms.
The shadows in the room retreat from the manifested rage, screaming in agony.
The windows quiver as the uncontrollable power emanates outwards.
A brilliance born from a deep well of rage, hatred, and anger.
As the roar fades, so does the light. The candles that danced fiercely in the power’s wake slow dance once more.
Heavy breathing and panting replaces the shallow and short breaths.
The light had retreated from the palm.
But the crimson flows still.
A new day, a new opportunity.
A figure walks, pickaxe on their shoulder.
A squeaky cart is wheeled into a long narrow tunnel.
A hand is bandaged with a white cloth that’s stained crimson.
The solitude of the mine greets the recently-made regular visitor as the pickaxe is lifted.
The search continuing once more.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
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11 hours ago, Abyssus said:
what the **** is natural about becoming a living tree
Nothing.
Which is why they must be purged.
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Lilyana would get out her weed whacker.
"Banished three individuals, and all that was asked for was a genuine apology." She'd mutter as she began to make new mulch.
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((Think I have some. I'll check when I'm home from school.
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1 hour ago, A Moongazer said:
((If you're trying to say that it is an incorrect recount of what happened, then you are the one that is wrong, Adam.
Sutica did not leave the Caliphate because of Lily and Arlens relationship. Arlen didn't even tell Lily he was married before /he/ tried to bed her, not the other way around. And she was the one that said no, not until he left his wife who he had told her was a ghost. There's Skype logs and RP letters Arlen even sent admitting to what he did. So if you're going to try and paint a character bad, that's fine. But when you still think over a year later OOCly you know what happened, when you were busy being banned and Suiciding/UnPking in front of people, there's an issue.
And here's a snip of said admittanceSpoiler
If you ever want to know what really happened, with the logs to prove it, feel free to ask. But seriously, stop spreading OOC lies.
As for 'its not exactly what you said', the post says its the reports of what you said during this talk:
Spoiler
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What’s the name of the Minecraft account you're applying for?: Chumpchump
What's your MAIN Minecraft Account name?: SquirtGun
Do you agree to follow the rules on your new account?: Yes
Do you understand you cannot have both of these accounts interacting with one another? This will result in a ban if you are caught!: Yes
Do you understand that if one account is banned, so will be the other(s)?: Yes
How long have you been on LotC?: July 2015
How many accounts do you currently have whitelisted (including main)?: This would be my third total.
Note: Chumpchump has left the server, and Minecraft, and left his account to me. It is already whitelisted, but with to inform you of the accounts new owner and will inform you if he ever decides to return.
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5 hours ago, Zindran said:
The Axolotl druid simply leans back in a chair in a grove, listening to the hum of nature while watching druids come and go. Eventually getting up and helping them move crates into better locations to not disturb the wildlife of the grove.
"If only Lilyana really wanted peace with druids, but alas she banishes people far too easily. Along with her false accusations against Sister Wisteria. Such a shame."((Edit: Also, the quote after 'I will sink your city' wasn't what was said in RP. The character simply said he wished nature would retake Sutica. :/
Spoiler((Different colors mean different speakers.
Here's one of the times it was said.))
Edit: Oh Sorry Zin, I shouldnt try replying at 4AM without sleep and being sick.
Your comment is pieced together from the first day and then later when we discussed it the next day, when you said you simply wanted to 'destroy the city and not the people in it'. To which Lily said that destroying homes and livelihoods isn't much better.
Did the best I could with the quotes, didn't want to search through every SS I have for the exact words towards the end, as the main gist of it is still there.
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She lay there in a pool of her own blood.
Her head elevated on a lap.
A bush of dark hair pressing itself into the crook of neck as it heaved and sobbed, its tears running down her neck.
Her blank eyes staring at the body before her.
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"Fuckin' degenerate scum!"
"Useless *****!"
"Perhaps you get your husband here, least his head is big enough to understand us!"
She sat still as the men in maroon and gold uniforms battered her with insults and remarks. Their cruel jests and attempts to hurt her washing over her.
She sat there, numb to their words, numb to their hate.
The shield remained strong.
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"You dare try to put a treaty on us?!"
"You are a disgrace of a cleric!"
"You should be disconnected, you *****!"
She stood still as the blonde woman with the metal arm and the druid with black hair and white streaks insulted her. The paper of the treaty, one they requested themselves, flung at her and made to decorate the grass.
She stood there, numb to their words, numb to their hate.
The shield remained strong.
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"You know why she left the Caliphate right?"
"She left because Arlen wouldn't leave his wife for her."
"So she threw a fit because she couldn't get laid and left. What a *****."
She stared at the pond as the report of lies spread by the Kharajyr's sage was told to her. The words and lies made to hurt her from the beast only fell on deaf ears as she stared at the ripples in the pond.
She sat there, numb to their words, numb to their hate.
The shield remained strong.
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"You're afraid to fight against them, aren't you?"
"You want to sit here and play pretend, like everything's alright in the world."
"I'm not. Not anymore. I'm leaving to fight because you'll be the end of this nation."
She stared as he heaved and hollered at her in the park, his things packed and ready to leave. His promises to be there breaking as he walked from her to fight in a war that lead to his death.
She stood there, numb to their words, numb to their hate.
The shield remained strong.
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"We need to expand our lands! Help us!"
"War is coming to your lands if you do not solve this issue."
"Our people rely on you, you can't turn your back on us now."
She stared at the people before her, constantly asking for her to give, but never take. Their smiles and kind words fake and short in comparison to the bile they spewed about her behind her back.
She stood there, numb to their words, numb to their hate.
The shield remained strong.
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"This isn't safe, you can't carry a child...."
"You're risking everything, just to make him happy."
"You're going to have to watch yourself, self-heal and keep it, and yourself healthy."
She stared at the walls of the doctor's office as he reprimanded her about the pregnancy. His worry washed over her, his disgust for her choice seeping into her.
She stood there, numb to their words, numb to their hate.
The shield remained strong.
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"I will sink your city."
"I will sit and laugh as nature retakes your homes and destroys your lives."
"Just smile and nod and say you're sorry, even if you're not."
She stared at their faces, the druids she once protected slowly attacking her and her home. Only wishing for peace, their threats and violence towards her mounting up around her, crushing her from all sides.
She stood there, numb to their words, numb to their hate.
The shield remained strong.
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"Lily....."
His body laid out on the table before her. Her hand moved from holding her stomach to her mouth, covering it as her eyes trembled.
His fist clutched a letter sent by her earlier that week, one that had gone unanswered. They tried to explain to her what happened.
She stared at his face, his scars and wrinkles of age slowly taking him from her. Where he'd bring her stories and flowers from his travels, only now the stillness of death is his gift to her.
She stood there, numb to their words, numb to their hate.
But then, the shield cracked.
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Her grief consumed her.
Her rage controlled her.
She lost herself to her emotions. Her body gave up its fight.
She felt the warmth on her thigh, and as her eyes looked at her fingertips, she spied the crimson ichor that seeped down her leg.
She collapsed in her grief... in her rage... in her fleeting hope...
Her lips quivered...her words choked in her throat as she tried to pray....tried to connect to heal herself....
But the emotions she bottled up for so long claimed her concentration.
She fell backwards as she looked at her husband's body as the last bit of him she could hold onto bled out of her.
Her eyes began to become blank as she lost focus of the world, as the little heart beat inside of her became still and left with her husband that night.
The shield finally shattered.
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I'm all about the in game signs being proper warning, especially as a parent RO.
I want my sub regions to be active. If people can't check on their region once a week, they aren't active and the plot is a ghost plot. If I have to send them an ooc message asking about the plot, it creates a sudden artificial show of activity because, most likely, anyone whose about to lose control over their region due to inactivity will simply run over and clear the signs, jump around and say here I am! Then go inactive again.
Putting signs down makes it visible to all active members on that plot that the activity is being questioned on the plot and any one of them could go and message the owners that are being evicted about the status, and then the owners can act appropriately.
But I agree entirely that when you have players that have been offline for 45 days and you need to put down signs for an additional 7 days, it's kind of crazy. It's obvious to anyone the plot isn't being properly used, so why are gms contributing to ghost plots by not letting us handle them?
Also agree having to wait additional days to tax evaders, unless we can consider tax evading an official crime and remove them instantly under that clause.
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He built Sutica, and while some people dislike the clean look to it, he has been MM and landscapes to better his work.
He obviously has the drive to improve and help. He's willing to learn, and that's better than a one trick pony stuck in their ways.
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Alright, made some updates and changes based on feedback and comments. Check the change log below or read the OP over for all the new additions and changes.
Change Log 3/12
General:
-Added Funny Video
-Replaced 'Tier' with Stage to avoid confusion
- Added Redlines for every stage and creation
-Defined that stage progression is based on the Cleric's skill level. An elemental will never surpass a cleric in skill
-Defined the effect of the elemental's natural light: Does not hurt tainted beings
-Defined the effect of the elemental's exuded light to hurt tainted beings if physical contact is made
-Added explanation that anything the element does drains its light/life force
Removed the use of words like 'burning' to avoid confusion and relation to Flames of Reck
Shell Creation and Shell Manipulation:
-Provided example emotes of Shell Manipulation (Feeding and Repairing)
-Added Shell Creation cooldown: 72 Hours to prevent mass production
-Added Shell Shelf Life: 6 Hours to prevent storing shells indefinitely
-Added the ability for an elemental owner to manipulate their shell earlier with proper tutelage
-Added explanation of elemental's 'hunger' growing
-Added explanation of amount of exhaustion needed from cleric to feed elemental
-Added explanation of frequency of feedings
Stage 1:
Removed constant divine aura
Added explanation on survivability: 1 Strong hit to crack
Removed use of light to harm
Added explanation on its ability to harm itself
Added time limit on how long it can exude its light (10 seconds) before death
Stage 2:
Removed constant divine aura
Added explanation on survivability: 2 Strong hits to Crack
Added explanation on natural light
Added explanation on exuding light and physical contact bringing harm
Added explanation on its ability to harm itself
Removed ability to stop poison and blood loss entirely
Added time limit on how long it can exude its light (30 seconds) before death
Stage 3:
Removed tendrils
Removed constant divine aura
Removed ranged attack
Added explanation on natural light
Added explanation on exuding light and physical contact bringing harm
Added explanation on suvivability: 2 Strong hits to crack
Added Spiked Form and Explanation
Added explanation on soothing wound
Removed healing ability
Added time limit on how long it can exude its light (1 minute) before death
Stage 4:
Shrunk elemental's overall size
Removed long arms
Added explanation on natural light
Added explanation on exuding light and physical contact bringing harm
Added explanation on survivability :3 Strong hits to body to crack, more to arms
Added explanation on stabilizing wound
Removed healing ability
Added time limit on how long it can exude its light ( 1 min 30 seconds) before death
Stage 5:
Added explanation on elemental's size and power
Added explanation on elemental's limits
Added explanation on natural light
Added explanation on exuding its light and physical contact bringing harm
Added time limit on how long it can exude its light (2 Minutes) before death
Stage 5 War:
Added explanation on survivability: 5 Strong Hits to body, more to Shields
Added explanation and limits on blinding light: Weaker than T1 Palm of Light to non Dark, T1 Palm of Light to Dark, only usable twice in one sitting
Stage 5 Restorative:
Removed healing ability
Removed AoE Rejuvenation
Added explanation on stabilizing wound
Added Single Target Rejuvenation
Added limits on Embrace: Must maintian contact, not in combat, only usable twice in one sitting
tl;dr
They lost all healing abilities. They can only stabilize a wound for up to 2 minutes at max level. If they break contact, the wound reverts to being unstable.
Their holy damage is never more than a Tier 1 cleric
No more tendrils!
No more gumby arms!
No more references to fire to avoid Flames of Reck comparissons.
Gave survivability to them, 5 Good hits will pop them.
No more Divine Aura
Put cooldown on time between making them, 3 Days, and you cant store up shells
No more AoE rejuvenating
More cuteness
Hope this appeases those that wanted changes and keeps those that want to have their companion with them happy.
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Everyones favorite Oreo. +1
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lmk if you need Mid/Support
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New Fast Travel Layout
in News & Announcements Archive
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We were considered "too close" to spawn to have a fast travel until recently. Photos were taken before we got it. Its there at Ceru hub.